This was the morning from hell. I had to have an appointment for Social Security, so of course I had to sit with a woman and talk about all the things I hate talking about from my past. Usually, I can get through that okay, but this time I went in already distraught. You see, I had a dream last night that sucked ass. In it I was walking home and all was well. Suddenly BAM!, I was in the woods, I had different clothes on, and I felt like hell. Once I figured out where I was, in Atlanta no less, I started trying to figure out how to get home, but had no money for the bus. I sought coins everywhere to get enough change, but everyone looked at me funny. When I saw myself in a reflection, I was beaten up badly with bruises all over, and when I finally found enough change, I went to a train station which kept rejecting every coin I found, and it became obvious I would never get home. Helplessness situations like that are often in my worst dreams. So when I awoke, I realized Id have to get back out to my babys house somehow after the appointment. I thought I had enough money but I checked my card online and realized Id read it wrong. All the change I could gather was four bucks, one short of the five Id need for the bus that gets to Vallejo. He had to come get me after all, which is fine. But now Im just drained. All those memories, and reliving the very horrid situation in a bad nightmare. And I hadnt had any coffee at all until just a few minutes ago. People of earth, be thankful you didnt get in my way! I know how to hide bodies.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 00:26:18 +0000
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