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afufleI got up around 5:45 a.m., just a few minutes ago. I don't know what woke me up, but I think I heard shouting. The next door neighbors, to the east, are supposedly nice according to Dennis, but the guys do nothing but shout.
Went downstairs to let the cat in, and went out to check if I'd gotten yesterday's mail. Thought I had, but I hadn't. There were shoes and a smell of urine, possibly some clothes under the steps. Oh, for crying out loud. I'm not checking it out till tomorrow.
What the heck is going on? Did someone see the for sale sign in the front yard and just camp out under the porch?
This is not a great neighborhood.
I'd woken from a dream that I was all but overdrawn (checking account), had been called to the office by someone who was just concerned. But things were so busy that the person had no time to talk to me. I'd left my purse in the hall near the library, under a stack of books, as Anita had done. Thought if she did it I could. Yeah, stupid. I had a feeling that I would not find it if I went back.
Things were all confused and I kept losing stuff, while my sister went on assuredly. She was doing fine and I was losing everything. I was talking to Nancy S., and seemed all stiff, and controlling, which was the opposite and hypocritical to what I was talking to her about. She had a drinking problem, and I was telling her I didn't know I was so controlling, but in trying to tell her I was suddenly too loud, too stiff, too planned.
I was controlling, I guess. In my mind when I'd been thinking about what I was going to say to her, the words were so spontaneous. But then I struggled to remember them, and it sounded preachy and forceful. The end of my preachy little speech was when I decided I'd better look for my purse.
I just kept going round and round, doing the same stuff wrong, trying to accomplish the same stuff and not succeeding.
Just like a lot of my dreams, the ones that repeat and have to do with school.
Went downstairs to let the cat in, and went out to check if I'd gotten yesterday's mail. Thought I had, but I hadn't. There were shoes and a smell of urine, possibly some clothes under the steps. Oh, for crying out loud. I'm not checking it out till tomorrow.
What the heck is going on? Did someone see the for sale sign in the front yard and just camp out under the porch?
This is not a great neighborhood.
I'd woken from a dream that I was all but overdrawn (checking account), had been called to the office by someone who was just concerned. But things were so busy that the person had no time to talk to me. I'd left my purse in the hall near the library, under a stack of books, as Anita had done. Thought if she did it I could. Yeah, stupid. I had a feeling that I would not find it if I went back.
Things were all confused and I kept losing stuff, while my sister went on assuredly. She was doing fine and I was losing everything. I was talking to Nancy S., and seemed all stiff, and controlling, which was the opposite and hypocritical to what I was talking to her about. She had a drinking problem, and I was telling her I didn't know I was so controlling, but in trying to tell her I was suddenly too loud, too stiff, too planned.
I was controlling, I guess. In my mind when I'd been thinking about what I was going to say to her, the words were so spontaneous. But then I struggled to remember them, and it sounded preachy and forceful. The end of my preachy little speech was when I decided I'd better look for my purse.
I just kept going round and round, doing the same stuff wrong, trying to accomplish the same stuff and not succeeding.
Just like a lot of my dreams, the ones that repeat and have to do with school.
