My parents are fine, I just am having dreams
CW: parental loss feelings:
all the reading, watching, listening to and playing stuff I've been doing has really affected my dreamscape:
My mom and I were trying to escape assimilation into a culture that was eventually to invade early earth to become the Mormon mythos,(ONRAC?) and we had to marker our left hips with a bar code to pass to the ship ( I mean me and my mom are not child bearers, so why would we be useful)
And the house (like a duplex) was completely surveilled like duh doy all everything is.
She and I were quietly trying to get passage out and I woke up in my "room"( I think this was defo from TAL).
And some woman in a uniform was there who was making things neat (because there was the mess of trying to pack before leaving) and assuring me that everything was ok. But she also ate a heath bar all the chocolate first. (that has to be from LRB, right?)
I was frantic, quietly, very patiently, and calmly frantic about what happened to my mom. Did she escape? Was she captured?
I finally had a moment to be able to stand on the concrete stoop and (this is so visceral)just think "mama?"
And then I actually woke up and thankfully my mom was home but she was just about to go to her monthly Civil War Round table, but I couldn't stop hugging her.
all the reading, watching, listening to and playing stuff I've been doing has really affected my dreamscape:
My mom and I were trying to escape assimilation into a culture that was eventually to invade early earth to become the Mormon mythos,(ONRAC?) and we had to marker our left hips with a bar code to pass to the ship ( I mean me and my mom are not child bearers, so why would we be useful)
And the house (like a duplex) was completely surveilled like duh doy all everything is.
She and I were quietly trying to get passage out and I woke up in my "room"( I think this was defo from TAL).
And some woman in a uniform was there who was making things neat (because there was the mess of trying to pack before leaving) and assuring me that everything was ok. But she also ate a heath bar all the chocolate first. (that has to be from LRB, right?)
I was frantic, quietly, very patiently, and calmly frantic about what happened to my mom. Did she escape? Was she captured?
I finally had a moment to be able to stand on the concrete stoop and (this is so visceral)just think "mama?"
And then I actually woke up and thankfully my mom was home but she was just about to go to her monthly Civil War Round table, but I couldn't stop hugging her.