Friday Jul 22, 2005

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I woke from a dream around 3am
having a panic attack of sorts
I couldn't move, I could barely breathe
I lay there for hours, or maybe minutes

doesn't seem fair
losing sleep, soul wracked
for something I have no control over

I don't even really know what the dream was. I know who it was about, that's all. Just a person and an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
why does my brain make things worse than they already are?


It's not like my life is bad. I've been in a great mood all week, but there's something about a heart-wrenching dream that throws you awake and leaves you panicked that just starts your day off in a poor mood.
That and the neighbor honking his horn at 6 am

We're going back to the aquarium today, and going to see the dinosaurs too. Things will be better
Gotta get up, get out, shake off this dream funk.
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user304975207:
Thats just dirty.
rustgiraffe:
i'll tell you a nasty story about mayo and why my brother hates it so much. when he was aroound 5-6, my grandmother was making mashed potatoes. she had a bowl out and inside was mayo, milk and butter, mixed together. well, my brother thought that WAS the mashed potatoes, so he took a huge spoonful and ate it.

ever since then he barely puts it on sandwiches. i'm just thankful i never had that experience.

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