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hey ppl-
Had a dream that I was one a train with Hilary, some youth group members, and some random people. I remember there was a Mr. Potatohead display and I kept stealing the decorations. There was a ton of doodles, some madly scribbled by Hilary as the train started to move. I noticed some were in blue ink. We stopped and I knew where we were, by some mural in Eugene. I used the restroom adn those blue scribbles were on the toliet paper, a few layers down, which seemed impressive. I tried to make a time to meet with a girl from work about a surprise for someone's birthday. I was trying to get home when someone stole my phone. I had seen the same man pocket it earlier and put it back. I confronted him. He was a huge dark skinned man who I had a feeling was connected to the mafia. He made a threat, gave me an assignment. I refused. We reached an understanding. He tried to hit on me. I tried to find a safe way home with my armload of drawings and packaged that I had to swipe up in a hurry as the train departed once more. What this mean, I have no idea.
Errands yesterday, Brails, Kiva, Library, Post Office, Paycheck, Bank, Valerie, Safeway, Cafe Yumm. It was busy but we got stuff done which was nice. Also, finished the CHALLENGE ENVELOPE for Hilary's youth group. Entertaining.
I'm a strange person, and I've decided I value that, and wish others could be strange as well, in their own unique and individual ways. I suppose they are. Maybe just not in ways I understand or connect with. I want more social interaction, at a very small level. Just face to face time with friends. Just a sandwich and a walk in the park. Just a reminder that they are there and we can still have fun. I feel like friends are slowly becoming a thing of the past, a drifting is occuring, and I'm not so fond of the concept.
well, bye for now-:-D
Had a dream that I was one a train with Hilary, some youth group members, and some random people. I remember there was a Mr. Potatohead display and I kept stealing the decorations. There was a ton of doodles, some madly scribbled by Hilary as the train started to move. I noticed some were in blue ink. We stopped and I knew where we were, by some mural in Eugene. I used the restroom adn those blue scribbles were on the toliet paper, a few layers down, which seemed impressive. I tried to make a time to meet with a girl from work about a surprise for someone's birthday. I was trying to get home when someone stole my phone. I had seen the same man pocket it earlier and put it back. I confronted him. He was a huge dark skinned man who I had a feeling was connected to the mafia. He made a threat, gave me an assignment. I refused. We reached an understanding. He tried to hit on me. I tried to find a safe way home with my armload of drawings and packaged that I had to swipe up in a hurry as the train departed once more. What this mean, I have no idea.
Errands yesterday, Brails, Kiva, Library, Post Office, Paycheck, Bank, Valerie, Safeway, Cafe Yumm. It was busy but we got stuff done which was nice. Also, finished the CHALLENGE ENVELOPE for Hilary's youth group. Entertaining.
I'm a strange person, and I've decided I value that, and wish others could be strange as well, in their own unique and individual ways. I suppose they are. Maybe just not in ways I understand or connect with. I want more social interaction, at a very small level. Just face to face time with friends. Just a sandwich and a walk in the park. Just a reminder that they are there and we can still have fun. I feel like friends are slowly becoming a thing of the past, a drifting is occuring, and I'm not so fond of the concept.
well, bye for now-:-D