Still dreamin'
I just haven't felt like keeping track of them. They're all the same. My brain spits up some unlikely, horrific sexual scenarios and I wake up wondering when I'm going to snap. Surely it's coming. In the waking hours I feel like I've recovered as much as is possible from the various childhood abuse heaped on me, but my subconscious is still a hyperventilating, painfully sensitive little girl and I don't know if that'll ever change. If I'm still fucked up on the inside, how am I so high-functioning? Well, actually, I guess I'm not super high-functioning. If I was, I'd be Oprah by now. Wonder if I can find an online quiz to determine my level of functionality.
In my most recent good dream, Brian and I were shopping at a mall so big it rented out four-wheelers to customers and all the shops had lanes running through to accomodate them. What a disastrous idea!