drea

Roomates are over-rated.

Well... if I had a million dollars we wouldn't HAVE to eat Kraft dinner. But (most likely) we still would. Perhaps with the fanciest dijon ketchups.

It was unusual for me to have such nightmares. And unusual to remember them. I don't seem to usually remember my dreams lately so it is something of a surprise when I actually do. I guess that officially I don't now remember the second one... but I did remember it immediately after waking up.

All of this occured on a night when I was extremely worried about my neice and her mom (my sister). Said neice was brought to the hospital with bruises all over her body. My sister was worried that they'd think it was abuse. After tests, they determined the cause and began a treatment. Supposedly something she will overcome in a month or two and should not re-occur. Quite a relief.

Anyhow, I have lived with (non-romantic) roomates and also by myself. I definitely prefer the latter. But perhaps with a kitty to share the space with.