I've got to be better about this. I'm supposed to be doing this every day, and I've missed two days so far. Blergh. Must improve! As the Horse says in Animal Farm: "I will work harder."
I was very ambitious yesterday, though; I applied for 3 more jobs, and found quite a few more I'll be applying for as well.
I remember my dreams pretty frequently, and usually in great detail. No one really cares to hear my dreams, but I like telling people about them. This way, I can feel like I'm telling someone, but no one really has to listen.
I've been dreaming about my mother a lot lately. Many of my dreams about her have the following theme: she's alive again, but she WAS dead before, and I have to explain to people that, yes, she was dead, but she's alive now. I had a dream like that a couple of days ago. I was in Bluefield WV again, staying at the B&B where we stayed when we'd visit her in the hospital. She was with us, and we had to explain to our extremely nice innkeeper, Daniel, that yes, Mom HAD died, but she was back.
Last night I dreamed about her, but the dream was different. I was in War, and she and Dad were both still alive and the pharmacy was still open. I was trying to pack up a giant truck to go somewhere, and there were people moving into a building next door to us, and we kept running into one another and mixing up our stuff. Mom and I were looking for a purse that I'd had years ago, but we couldn't find it. Then we started singing a song to the tune of the Popeye song.
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