| | I left my keys in my car. AAA sent a guy to break in. My dad's a member-- I'm not, but AAA asked him to do it anyway. He said, "This never happens, it must be my lucky day. Or unlucky, I can't tell"
Last night I was angry at myself again for smoking. I woke up coughing, confused, wondering when I'd done it.
I must have smoked after Death chased me. Death. Riding around on his horse. On his horned elk. Gliding listfully after me; unseeing. A dog kept barking and chasing off Death. I don't remember seeing the dog though. I was afraid. Afraid that Death was going to hurt me. I wasn't afraid for my life...
All week I've been stressed and anxious. I know/imagine there are reasons for this, but I don't remember the last time I was out of sorts like this.
Most night I pray to wake up. I pray that I remember my dreams and write them down. Knowing them though, that's another topic. How? Why? And to what end? I have answers, but these questions are not problems requiring solutions.
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| | Posted 6/14/2009 1:09 AM - 10 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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