Dream snippets
From last night. (Background: we have the class guinea pig staying with us. When I open the cage, I have to lift his little shelter even to get to him, and when I pick him up, he makes noises that sound like a tiny dog being tortured. A friend assured me it's a happy noise; doesn't sound like it. When I put him back, he scrambles to get back into his shelter in his cage.)
I go up to the cage, and Mikey run out of his shelter and comes up to the cage door, head up and ready to come out. Wishful thinking; he graced me with his nose peeking out of the shelter today. Sigh.
Talking/arguing with my mom, I get so angry that I just stand there, pulling my hair out, as hard as I can, over and over. She doesn't care. So strange; we're not even fighting right now. PTSD from some of the scenes at Christmas?
posted by Jennie @ 7:27 AM
2 Comments:
Not sure if it's PTSD but I'd say it's an accurate reflection of some of the feelings we all have about our mothers. Wishing you more fun dreams.
Hey, I finally got caught up on your blog! Impressed ain'tcha! The guinea pig thing cracked me up. Yeah they sound like something caught in a bicycle spoke. Gotta love them.
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