Let's call today: 'Saturday, 9 September 2006'
wrote in the notebook:
Lately (and by lately I been over the past couple years), I've been having a recurring dream. Not hugely frequent, but still recurring nonetheless. I had another one lastnite, slightly different location, but still very similar.
When I was a bit younger, I would dream about being in a very large public restroom/showerblock with no doors, or doors that were very small, and being so exposed there.
I also have a recurring dream about petrol stations and not being able to stop the petrol going everywhere, but at least I know where that comes from.
The dreams like I had last nite involves my grandmother and a houseboat or caravan park.
I'm on the verge of remotely maybe possibly perhaps suspecting what happened to me as a child, and who was responsible.
That doesn't make me feel very nice.
Not at all.
I'm thinking that, since she's passed away and there's no possible way for me to truly find this out, it may be in my best interest to disregard all this as just paranoid delusions and getting on with my life rather than thinking too hard on it.
I've done okay so far.
The past week or tho I've been so run down with work it's made me crash a bit.
Plus I've had all these people spilling out their crap to me wanting me to be their hero. I'm sorry, I just can't do that anymore. Not now anyway.
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