DREAMS
I was reading someone's journal & it made me think of my dreaming history. I have very very interesting & detailed dreams every night. I remember at least one, but up to 5 or more dreams a night & they always seem to teach me something about myself.
The first dream I remember was when I was 3 or 4 years old, so I was still living in NJ. That night before I went to bed me & my parents had played Old Maid & I had lost & I was very upset about it & I started crying hysterically & I ran over & hugged my german shepard (who was sleeping on the floor) & I cried into his soft fur for a long time. That night I dreamed that the old maid card was big as a house & chasing me up & down stair is a cartoon world. Scarry. I woke up in the bathroom with the small lamp in my hand & I was screaming.
SICK
Well, I am still sick. Can you believe this shit?!!! What the hell is wrong with me for shit's sake?!! This is getting fucking old. I mean I can barely get to the fucking store. I waited about 7 days too long to get to the store for food. The fridge was bare & I couldn't even get ready to leave without having to lay down. I sleep alllll night like a dead horse & then need a rest from walking to the livingroom from my bedroom when I get up. So then I sleep in the livingroom, then get up & go down the hall... oh damn, what a walk, so I go lay in my son's bed (since he is at school by then & my room has been overheated because of that damn thermostat) & sleep some more. Fuckin' A.
THERMOSTATS
That thermostat is driving me crazy. When it is cold, I turn the little nob until it 'clicks' (meaning it is on). When it is in the "on" position, in the lowest possible "on" position, it "says" it is at 70 degrees... however, it heats up the room to about 80 or 85. So, basically, I have to choose between freezing my ass off, or sweating like a pig (I know, pigs don't sweat blah blah blah). I generally am back n forth all day & night. I leave it on until I notice the sweating, then I turn it off until I notice the hairs on my arms standing straight up & my breath is coming out in cool little clouds.
PROCRASTINATION
I know. It is 2am I should go to bed, beings that I am so tired & all. But I am so tired that I am too tired to entertain my nighttime ocd's (you other ocd'ers know what I'm talkin' about). So, here I sit.
I was reading someone's journal & it made me think of my dreaming history. I have very very interesting & detailed dreams every night. I remember at least one, but up to 5 or more dreams a night & they always seem to teach me something about myself.
The first dream I remember was when I was 3 or 4 years old, so I was still living in NJ. That night before I went to bed me & my parents had played Old Maid & I had lost & I was very upset about it & I started crying hysterically & I ran over & hugged my german shepard (who was sleeping on the floor) & I cried into his soft fur for a long time. That night I dreamed that the old maid card was big as a house & chasing me up & down stair is a cartoon world. Scarry. I woke up in the bathroom with the small lamp in my hand & I was screaming.
SICK
Well, I am still sick. Can you believe this shit?!!! What the hell is wrong with me for shit's sake?!! This is getting fucking old. I mean I can barely get to the fucking store. I waited about 7 days too long to get to the store for food. The fridge was bare & I couldn't even get ready to leave without having to lay down. I sleep alllll night like a dead horse & then need a rest from walking to the livingroom from my bedroom when I get up. So then I sleep in the livingroom, then get up & go down the hall... oh damn, what a walk, so I go lay in my son's bed (since he is at school by then & my room has been overheated because of that damn thermostat) & sleep some more. Fuckin' A.
THERMOSTATS
That thermostat is driving me crazy. When it is cold, I turn the little nob until it 'clicks' (meaning it is on). When it is in the "on" position, in the lowest possible "on" position, it "says" it is at 70 degrees... however, it heats up the room to about 80 or 85. So, basically, I have to choose between freezing my ass off, or sweating like a pig (I know, pigs don't sweat blah blah blah). I generally am back n forth all day & night. I leave it on until I notice the sweating, then I turn it off until I notice the hairs on my arms standing straight up & my breath is coming out in cool little clouds.
PROCRASTINATION
I know. It is 2am I should go to bed, beings that I am so tired & all. But I am so tired that I am too tired to entertain my nighttime ocd's (you other ocd'ers know what I'm talkin' about). So, here I sit.
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