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[wolven7]

Covenant - [Wall of Sound]--- Now how's your Monday going to be?

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[misanthropic1.livejournal.com]

better than sunday was so far - despite two horrific nightmares i got some decent deep sleep and finally got round to extensively, in great detail, expressing personally, albeit by email, how angry i am at someone who treated me extremely badly, and why. this has resulted in my depression lifting quite a lot. i await her response, which no doubt will plunge me into depression again but meantime i feel much, much better.

[momentai.livejournal.com]

congratulations and hopefully the reply won't hit you so hard.
Though, I can relate, so it probably will, but there is always hope.

[misanthropic1.livejournal.com]

aw thanks :)

no direct reply as yet, but i used the angst constructively and whilst i was still riled up, managed to have a go at BT Broadband and get free broadband and phoneline until the end of my contract (august) so it's not all bad.

[razelore.livejournal.com]

Finally back to work after 2 weeks of vacation/honeymoon. It's odd to be back.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I would imagine so. Congratulations.

[razelore.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I still have no idea what I did right, but I'm trying to keep doing it. It's the mental equivalent of plate spinning in the dark in a room filled with easily started cats and lots of loaded mousetraps.

But totally worth it.

[moonandserpent.livejournal.com]

Yoga followed a shower followed by writing followed by job hunting. Hopefully AWESOME!

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Sounds pretty good.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

You just dropped me off at work. How do you think? :/

The rest better be Awesome, that's all I have to say.

[momentai.livejournal.com]

You better make it awesome or at least not allow it to suck.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Fixed it, today.

[sadistic-apollo.livejournal.com]

start off a bit slow, then speed by until the fun starts. Probably stagger home (inasmuch as a car can stagger) roundabouts four~fiveish Tuesday mornin.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Fun times.

The day so far

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Walked to work as per usual... fun energy and music playing around me.

Did some ordinary stuff, close to finishing a program.

Friend called to ask about meeting for lunch.

Started walking up the hill, to realize that there's a gas leak and the whole road is blocked off (as is the sidewalk).

Walked through park, met friend on other side.

On the whole, pleasant. I can ignore the headache for a few hours, and the chiropractor will take it from there.

I lied

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Yesterday was rather grouchy.

Today, better.

Re: I lied

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Good.

[theatreannie.livejournal.com]

Well, it's my day off so it's good. It's also been raining all day in CT so that's not great, but not bad either...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Nice, even keel, then. Good.

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

My Monday involved passing out from heat stroke when I got home from school~! :D

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Wow. That Sucks.

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

Yeah... but it involved a rather hilarious dream.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Hilarious dreams are good. :)

Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I told my family about it at dinner (we had tacos) and they kinda stared at me...

It was funny, though, 'cause it involved everyone in town gossiping about this old lady who works at the supermarket (also fictional) who wrote a trashy romance novel that they all read. All the men were talking about how they liked her previous husband better than her current husband who worked in the meat department at the market.

The old husband apparently had a very awesome, long beard that all the guys thought was cool. He was also a real nice guy that they just all liked. He either died or she left him, I didn't quite pick up on that.

Another part of the dream involved my mom and I driving around making deliveries or something. I think we had a red convertable... We also saw trashy romance novelist supermarket worker woman trying to go to a pool with her new hubby, or something.

Some other part of the dream involved an underground Halloween shop that Steen worked at... I went in and tried to give her a hug when I saw her, but she had a bad day, didn't want a hug, and shoved me away. So I left.

Then my mom woke me up for dinner. That's all I remember about it... but oddly enough, I can trace most of it back to things in real life. Like that episode of Simpsons I watched, where Marge wrote a trashy romance novel that the whole town talked about. Stuff like that. ^_^;

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah, after a while of dream analysis, you start to see the source and substance for a lot of your dreams. Doesn't make them any less meaningful, in terms of context and combination of pieces.

However, every once in a while, something will throw you a complete curve ball. Like the army of silent Kool-Aid men...

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

When I was really little, there was a big storm and I was home alone. So I hid behind the sofa, but fell asleep.

In that dream, I remember standing on a street as giant ice cream cones marched down the street past me. They were scary. And I don't think they had feet or arms or faces or anything. Just giant, jumping ice cream cones.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Wow.... That's Freakish. I love it.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I have a few dreams from that age that I still remember.

One included playing checkers or chess with my mom, then she started waggling her finger at me... so I bit at it. She turned into a scary green witch and started chasing me around. I had that dream a lot, actually.

I think that in another I was sitting on a sofa that was floating through this big black vastness of space. I think it was space, there may have been stars. But it might have just been dark openness. At some point I came across my brother and he needed to bathe, because he was dirty. But the bar of soap I gave him was afraid of him and tried to hide in the sofa.

I think there was something wrong with me as a child (like 5 - 7 years old), that I had these dreams and that I still remember them today.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I still remember dreams i had, when I was three. It's not that uncommon, especially, when you have the kind of interests and proclivities that we have.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's true. Haha.

Though I wasn't quite the same person then that I am now... so I dunno.

(I hope this doesn't post twice... o.o)

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Well, we we're none of us, at five and three, what we are today at 21 and 25. Though there were probably signs an indications of options that would be coming our way...

And nope, didn't post twice.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

Comically enough, I got this reply e-mailed to me twice.

I can't help wondering if that was intentional. :P

Though, I bet your right. Actually, just looking at my mom, it'd be pretty obvious how I'd turn out. Well, remotely. She's a crazy lady. :) You should meet her some time.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Funny thing about that: I retyped it, because I thought there was a typo. I was wrong.

Parents are like a rough sketch, or a basic line of code, which we embellish; we can see ourselves in them, looking back, and them in ourselves, looking forward. Recursive programs, giving rise to new complexities. ^_^

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

Well said.

I also think it's the influence of morbid and off-color humor that my mom inflicted upon me. When she handed me a book of Edward Gorey's while I was in middle school, and had me read all the stories till, for a seventh grade book project, I made a game out of the Gashleycrumb Tinies. Or how we go all-out for Halloween and decorate the house like mad crazy?

She had an interesting influence over my life.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a good influence.

Re: Since you like writing about dreams...

[hametsunosaturn.livejournal.com]

I liked it. ^_^