Oh, I had hoped that it wouldn't have floated through to the Tale community like that, but Layne saw my friend taking me, he thought I was kidnapped and all that nonsense.
I'm fine. It's pneumonia of the lower lobes in my lungs. The medication should put an end to it in a week. Then I can get back to work, finally. I hate being away from the office so long.
I don't know if anybody else even caught it, besides me. Truthfully, I was bored and I just happened to pick out what you'd written. I'm not familiar with Layne.
Hell, that's nasty business. Do you need anything? I promise I won't do anything as dramatic as I did before. Don't worry about work right now - your health is more important. Take care of yourself first... the office will be there when you return.
That's good. I don't need to be the talk of this place (though, I doubt I would be). Layne's the kid who lives upstairs, he's a Tale apparently. An oddball, really.
Nah, I'm sure I'll be just fine. Other then a good cup of coffee...I'm just kidding. I can't just leave the office alone for so long. I managed to work with this for two days before having to see the doctor, I'm sure I'll be just fine returning a little early.
Don't forget Eleanor, she's my roommate. That makes four so far.
It was just two days, I don't see the big deal. I'm alive and breathing (well, sort of), aren't I? The sleeping's not so good, but there's nothing I can really do about that. I've tried, nothing really seems to work...
Eleanor was invited by you to stay there, she doesn't count, since it's not random.
If you're not breathing well, you're not going back to work. You've had this problem with sleeping for a while, though. Playing the armchair psychiatrist, I'd say it was something weighing on your mind.
Neil, work is my comfort zone, I'm more likely to get well sooner there than here. It keeps my mind off of things, it's almost peaceful, really. It's not something, it's many things. Oh, it's nothing really. Some weird dreams I had, that's it.
Ignoring your problem by distracting yourself isn't going to fix it. It's not going to help. If anything, it might even make is worse, as the original problem is let to fester. You talk negatively about me when I take drugs, and when David drank too much... you're basically doing the same thing, but with work.
Dreams are a window into your subconscious. What do you remember from these dreams?
I understand what you are trying to tell me, but work doesn't impair my judgment. It keeps me busy, and god knows that the busier I am the better. It spares unnecessary moments of thought silence.
Not much. It's almost always in the woods, or a park...or home in Virginia.
I try to sleep, I honestly do, but I can't. And even if I do, it doesn't last long.
I'll elaborate better. My dreams are always about the woods, in the park, a block away from my home in Virginia. It's all too lifelike and confusing. And Je
I believe you when you say you try. But I also believe your subconscious causing you to avoid sleep because there's something you don't want to / can't deal with, which presents itself in dreams.
Oh, I had hoped that it wouldn't have floated through to the Tale community like that, but Layne saw my friend taking me, he thought I was kidnapped and all that nonsense.
I'm fine. It's pneumonia of the lower lobes in my lungs. The medication should put an end to it in a week. Then I can get back to work, finally. I hate being away from the office so long.
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Hell, that's nasty business. Do you need anything? I promise I won't do anything as dramatic as I did before. Don't worry about work right now - your health is more important. Take care of yourself first... the office will be there when you return.
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Nah, I'm sure I'll be just fine. Other then a good cup of coffee...I'm just kidding. I can't just leave the office alone for so long. I managed to work with this for two days before having to see the doctor, I'm sure I'll be just fine returning a little early.
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Two days? Not trying to be an ass, but that's not good. You're sound like you're falling into the same pattern as you did before.
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Don't forget Eleanor, she's my roommate. That makes four so far.
It was just two days, I don't see the big deal. I'm alive and breathing (well, sort of), aren't I? The sleeping's not so good, but there's nothing I can really do about that. I've tried, nothing really seems to work...
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If you're not breathing well, you're not going back to work. You've had this problem with sleeping for a while, though. Playing the armchair psychiatrist, I'd say it was something weighing on your mind.
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That's true.
Neil, work is my comfort zone, I'm more likely to get well sooner there than here. It keeps my mind off of things, it's almost peaceful, really. It's not something, it's many things. Oh, it's nothing really. Some weird dreams I had, that's it.
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Dreams are a window into your subconscious. What do you remember from these dreams?
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I understand what you are trying to tell me, but work doesn't impair my judgment. It keeps me busy, and god knows that the busier I am the better. It spares unnecessary moments of thought silence.
Not much. It's almost always in the woods, or a park...or home in Virginia.
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That doesn't sound like a weird dream to me. What else happens?
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I'll elaborate better. My dreams are always about the woods, in the park, a block away from my home in Virginia. It's all too lifelike and confusing. And Je
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Something happens in the park.
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That is what my parents and I have always thought.
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My sister and I are there.
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I didn't know you have a sister. You've never mentioned her before. What's her name? What were you doing together in the dream?
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I don't make a habit of mentioning her. I don't usually have a reason to talk about her. Jennifer. Playing.
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