March 06, 2003

A Bad Night

It's been two weeks now since I last communicated with Sarah. I can't sleep. I can't hold her. I can't talk to her. I can't even write to her yet. I have this fear that she wrote me already but I didn't check my mail and my fascist mailperson took it away.[I have a mailbox about the size of a 35mm film canister that the US Postal Service insists on filling with junk mail everyday, miss a day = previous day's mail gone] *zigh*

Stupid Dreams Dept. I dreamed I was standing in the bank a few blocks away from home. I was trying to decide if I should rob it or not. (Somehow I get the feeling this was a fiscal anxiety dream.) For some reason I decided to robbing it seemed like a good solution to my problems so I did. I walk out the door and start walking home. Then it sudden hits me and I am filled with terror: They're going to catch me and throw me in jail for 20 years and then I won't be able to see Sarah again! I start running home so they can't catch me. I feel nauseous and panicked. I realize how stupid I am because seeing her is the most important thing to me. Then I woke up. I lay awake the rest night wishing she was there to tell me it was just a bad dream.

Posted by thom at March 6, 2003 02:32 AM
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I prefer your fiscal anxiety dreams to my marauding murderers chasing me down dark alleys where I cannot scream, run, or seemingly ever remember to put on clothes



Nice blog

Posted by: victoria at September 5, 2003 11:16 PM
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