I slept fitfully last night. I think I was slightly too warm and, as a result, was pummeled by an onslaught of bizarre dreams and quasi-nightmares. The most memorable involved some reality-warping anomaly that allowed people to exchange bodies when in close proximity. My boyfriend at one point exchanged his meager 6'3" frame for that of an ( Read more... )

In the dream, it all made perfect sense; the mood-swings, the insomnia, the itchy balls - they were all symptoms of my father's systematic abuse. He came into my apartment at night, letting himself in with his own key. He did things to me as he has done since I was a child. What's more bizarre is how he would write guilty confessions of his acts ( Read more... )

My mother had asked me to repaint all the walls. I was more than willing to do so (it sounded like a fun project). The odd bit was that she wanted me to start off with one of my dad's pieces of Asian furniture. White may look decent (albeit a tad cold) on the walls, but it would likely ruin black lacquer. Nevertheless, I gave it one coat, which ( Read more... )

It has been a bizarre week. Last night, I cried, really cried versus the single tear that inexplicably rolled down my cheek upon rewatching Empire of the Sun; this is something that has not happened in many, many years. This morning, I experienced a number of bizarre dreams including one in which my boyfriend became my sister (only with a penis) ( Read more... )

I had dinner with my parents (which is to say: my mother, since my dad ate before my arrival) last night. In a very Oedipal moment, she insisted that I lie face down on her bed and allow her to massage my neck. I made a concerted effort to keep my mind from drifting to S. at the time ( Read more... )

Sitting across the dinner table from my cousin, I made a concerted effort to avert my gaze ( Read more... )