"You oughta know by now!"
I'm psychic.
I had dream I awoke to raised voices, walked downstairs and my entire family (mom, step-dad, dead grandpa (he was alive in the dream and a lot younger than when he died, probably because last night I was talking about how he was in the Signal Corps in Army in WWII and right about now back then was preparing to head to Pearl Harbor or in PH already,) my step brother, my sister and all her kids, my kids, and Brent who was trying to hush every one, and get all the kids outside to play.
I came down the stairs wearily like a kid on a REALLY fucked up Christmas morning and just started screaming, "Get out of my house! Get the FUCK out of my HOUSE! You are NEVER welcome anywhere near me or my family again! Get out NOW!"
My parents yelled at me about what a bad daughter and person and mother I was...all the usual shit.
I told them again, not calmly to get the fuck out.
My dead grandpa, started yelling at me that I was a bad daughter and didn't deserve such a nice family.
This is what hurt most in the dream-my beloved grandpa telling me I was doing this all wrong, that I had messed up, that this was on my shoulders, for me to bear.
The only funny thing in the dream was I looked up at him, perplexed, he was lying across the tile in our entryway, and said to all around, "What the heck is he doing here?"
He had his Ike jacket on. The one physical thing I have from him (well, besides looking JUST like him facially) still.
In the dream it didn't mean what it was really meant to, you know, "Why is a dead man in my entryway," which made it all the more humorous. It was just a question, "Why is GRANDPA here?"
It was a horrible dream. It ended with me fleeing back upstairs, heart-pounding, expirations roaring through my nose like a bull in front of a matador.
I awoke and I had two emails: one from my sister telling me my mom was "not letting up" and begging me to respond to my mom's emails and one from my mom in which I, of course, and told I MUST tell her I'm sorry (apparently for her having told me I was no longer her daughter, would be physically restrained from going to funeral services for anyone in the family, and removed from their will "not that we have anything to give you, anyway." [direct quote] I don't care about assets, I just thought it was a funny thing to write, etc, etc, etc.)
Yeah, Mom, I'll get RIGHT on that now.
I had dream I awoke to raised voices, walked downstairs and my entire family (mom, step-dad, dead grandpa (he was alive in the dream and a lot younger than when he died, probably because last night I was talking about how he was in the Signal Corps in Army in WWII and right about now back then was preparing to head to Pearl Harbor or in PH already,) my step brother, my sister and all her kids, my kids, and Brent who was trying to hush every one, and get all the kids outside to play.
I came down the stairs wearily like a kid on a REALLY fucked up Christmas morning and just started screaming, "Get out of my house! Get the FUCK out of my HOUSE! You are NEVER welcome anywhere near me or my family again! Get out NOW!"
My parents yelled at me about what a bad daughter and person and mother I was...all the usual shit.
I told them again, not calmly to get the fuck out.
My dead grandpa, started yelling at me that I was a bad daughter and didn't deserve such a nice family.
This is what hurt most in the dream-my beloved grandpa telling me I was doing this all wrong, that I had messed up, that this was on my shoulders, for me to bear.
The only funny thing in the dream was I looked up at him, perplexed, he was lying across the tile in our entryway, and said to all around, "What the heck is he doing here?"
He had his Ike jacket on. The one physical thing I have from him (well, besides looking JUST like him facially) still.
In the dream it didn't mean what it was really meant to, you know, "Why is a dead man in my entryway," which made it all the more humorous. It was just a question, "Why is GRANDPA here?"
It was a horrible dream. It ended with me fleeing back upstairs, heart-pounding, expirations roaring through my nose like a bull in front of a matador.
I awoke and I had two emails: one from my sister telling me my mom was "not letting up" and begging me to respond to my mom's emails and one from my mom in which I, of course, and told I MUST tell her I'm sorry (apparently for her having told me I was no longer her daughter, would be physically restrained from going to funeral services for anyone in the family, and removed from their will "not that we have anything to give you, anyway." [direct quote] I don't care about assets, I just thought it was a funny thing to write, etc, etc, etc.)
Yeah, Mom, I'll get RIGHT on that now.