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all i remember is getting shit faced off my nightly dose of Klonopin and sleeping pills (which i did.. apparently into a sleep induced coma)
i ended up with kate and matt barrett.. someone i must have went to a party
ended up havin james smith there. couldn't piece it together because of what happened.
pissed him off cause i couldn't rmeember, since i hadn't seen or talked to him in years.
trashed one of kate's WOW manuals (sorry kate, i offered to pay for it).. the basement of my parenst house (which wasn't their current basement in my dream, it was more like the basement from our air street in glasgow place mixed in with my 10+ year reoccuring dream about being lost in a vampire cult house - basemnt) was trashed and they used my dads new chain saw.. which was miraculously a table saw.. and cut a bunch o crap up.. broken ornaments everywhere.
I had no clue what happened... Kind of like today.
It's weird. And I wish I would quit dreaming about James. It really does break my heart. I miss my friend.
My little brother Adam was trying to help me piece it together the next day.. but I got woke up by my alarm before we could really learn anything.
What a weird ass dream. It made me wake up feeling ashamed, which just sucks.. especially, because I got over the shame with JS a long time ago - but apparently my subconscience knows better. But I was shamed what I did and that I didn't know that I did it. Maybe my subconscience is trying to bring those things to light that no one in my life ever knows about.
I personally believe dreams are your minds way of helping you work things out.. whether they be fictitious or real. Your mind and body wants you to know there is something aching inside.
Well damn it body.. GET OVER IT!
Ok.. I gotta go to work. I just had to type this out, because it was one of those dreams that the instant my alarm went off, I sprang straight up from bed. Made sure I was still in my jammies.. everything was the way I left it.. I couldn't have gone everywhere. The world is still crooked where it should be. And I was still home. By myself, with all my personal demons worries, and stressors.
Look out Wednesday.. here we come
i ended up with kate and matt barrett.. someone i must have went to a party
ended up havin james smith there. couldn't piece it together because of what happened.
pissed him off cause i couldn't rmeember, since i hadn't seen or talked to him in years.
trashed one of kate's WOW manuals (sorry kate, i offered to pay for it).. the basement of my parenst house (which wasn't their current basement in my dream, it was more like the basement from our air street in glasgow place mixed in with my 10+ year reoccuring dream about being lost in a vampire cult house - basemnt) was trashed and they used my dads new chain saw.. which was miraculously a table saw.. and cut a bunch o crap up.. broken ornaments everywhere.
I had no clue what happened... Kind of like today.
It's weird. And I wish I would quit dreaming about James. It really does break my heart. I miss my friend.
My little brother Adam was trying to help me piece it together the next day.. but I got woke up by my alarm before we could really learn anything.
What a weird ass dream. It made me wake up feeling ashamed, which just sucks.. especially, because I got over the shame with JS a long time ago - but apparently my subconscience knows better. But I was shamed what I did and that I didn't know that I did it. Maybe my subconscience is trying to bring those things to light that no one in my life ever knows about.
I personally believe dreams are your minds way of helping you work things out.. whether they be fictitious or real. Your mind and body wants you to know there is something aching inside.
Well damn it body.. GET OVER IT!
Ok.. I gotta go to work. I just had to type this out, because it was one of those dreams that the instant my alarm went off, I sprang straight up from bed. Made sure I was still in my jammies.. everything was the way I left it.. I couldn't have gone everywhere. The world is still crooked where it should be. And I was still home. By myself, with all my personal demons worries, and stressors.
Look out Wednesday.. here we come