Dreams! Y U Make No Sense?!
Though, I can see a pattern in the dreams I've had over the past few weeks. Helplessness. Running up against a telekinetic kid who lifted me up and tossed me about. Being held down and having water poured over me until I couldn't breathe. Standing on a beach and suffering an onslaught of massive waves. And then there are the constant "Where the fuck is my car!?" dreams. Those I don't understand.
Christmas is a month away. Plans have been made, but plans are made to fall apart, like promises are made to be broken. I know what I want to do, but we'll see if the reality of the situation allows for it. Money is a bitch, though I did recently find out that I'm in possession of a dagger worth anywhere between 500-1000 dollars.
Stress hasn't lightened up one bit. Between work, health, finances and such, I'm still as stressed as ever. I have a doctor's appointment in two days, and hopefully they'll be able to give me a better diagnosis than Acid Reflux. Bastard doctors. They're like chiropractors. The solution to everything is 'crack your bones!' or something.
As for the final picture of the post, well... It was difficult, since I wiped my HD of any of those sorts of pictures the other night. I grabbed the first thing that came to mind. My one little bit of happiness. Photography...
Though, I can see a pattern in the dreams I've had over the past few weeks. Helplessness. Running up against a telekinetic kid who lifted me up and tossed me about. Being held down and having water poured over me until I couldn't breathe. Standing on a beach and suffering an onslaught of massive waves. And then there are the constant "Where the fuck is my car!?" dreams. Those I don't understand.
Christmas is a month away. Plans have been made, but plans are made to fall apart, like promises are made to be broken. I know what I want to do, but we'll see if the reality of the situation allows for it. Money is a bitch, though I did recently find out that I'm in possession of a dagger worth anywhere between 500-1000 dollars.
Stress hasn't lightened up one bit. Between work, health, finances and such, I'm still as stressed as ever. I have a doctor's appointment in two days, and hopefully they'll be able to give me a better diagnosis than Acid Reflux. Bastard doctors. They're like chiropractors. The solution to everything is 'crack your bones!' or something.
As for the final picture of the post, well... It was difficult, since I wiped my HD of any of those sorts of pictures the other night. I grabbed the first thing that came to mind. My one little bit of happiness. Photography...
"So say we all..."
