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life and dreams
Sep. 29th, 2022 09:50 amI got a pretty big raise at my contract job; it's more money than I have ever made in my life. Pretty nice.
I got a facebook message from Sharjinka; she had decided some years back that Thax and I are The Devil so I have no idea what that was about. Last time I messaged her was when I heard that her rescue greyhound had died, and I liked the dog so I reached out. She was pretty abrupt with me and I guess at that point I realized that it wasn't good or appropriate to try and let her know I shared her grief, or whatever. So....anyway. She messaged me and I replied with a greeting and hope she's doing alright. i won't be responding anymore. No point. Overall she was a bit of a silly drama addict back when we were friends so I can only imagine she is bored and looking for excitement. None of that at my house; life is quiet and a little dull but peaceful and overall fairly content. I miss travel and people and plans but it's also nice not to have any of that.
New moon time means dreams of my dead loved ones. Last night was a doozy. It was one that kept waking me up and when I'd go back to sleep I'd be back in the same dream. Last night's dream was a Thanksgiving celebration with my Oklahoma family in the small town where my cousin Weez grew up and where her mom and brother still live. we were at a church in town with everybody having Thanksgiving together as a community. As we were leaving my father and my uncle John [both dead in RL] were helping to direct traffic out of the parking lot into the main road and then after a while my dad came back into where we were doing cleanup and packing up food for people and stuff and he said we have to get out of here right now (like very calmly but also with a sense of urgency, if that makes any sense) and we peeked out the window and up in the mountains and hills around the church we could see a bunch of guys with guns (it was like oathkeepers or proud boys, and they were going to basically surround and isolate the town & then do whatever horrible thing they planned--and it was like a nation wide coordinated thing that all these militia groups were doing at the same time on the same day) and so we are packing up what we could and getting into our cars to leave, but we had to act like we didn't see all the armed guys watching us and act like we were just leaving to go back to Aunt Cora and Uncle John's house and not like we were going to run away, and then my dad was talking to this one guy that had a whole barn full of weapons and supplies and I guess they were talking about how if they ever expected things to go bad that they had expected to be able to stay in their houses and defend them instead of leaving, but if we stayed we would be killed by the proud boys/oathkeepers/militia people. A kind of funny detail - my cousin Weez had something that she had been selling as a fundraiser for the church (candy bars? t shirts? and so before we could bug out she went and locked up the unsold items and all the money she'd raised for the church in the church office, because she didn't want to take the church's money & stuff and she said something about "I bet I won't be selling any of this where we are going," She's such an honest person , even in the middle of an insurrection/apocalypse dream. 🙂 LOL.
OH! and there was something about how the church had two rescued elephants, a baby and an adult female. They weren't mother and daughter but the adult was trying to take care of the baby. And apparently wherever the baby elephant had been before the church rescued her, she had started to learn sign language, just some basic signals with her trunk (hungry, thirsty, thank you, please, etc.) and I was like 'how are we going to get these elephants out, how are we going to take care of them?'....
I got a facebook message from Sharjinka; she had decided some years back that Thax and I are The Devil so I have no idea what that was about. Last time I messaged her was when I heard that her rescue greyhound had died, and I liked the dog so I reached out. She was pretty abrupt with me and I guess at that point I realized that it wasn't good or appropriate to try and let her know I shared her grief, or whatever. So....anyway. She messaged me and I replied with a greeting and hope she's doing alright. i won't be responding anymore. No point. Overall she was a bit of a silly drama addict back when we were friends so I can only imagine she is bored and looking for excitement. None of that at my house; life is quiet and a little dull but peaceful and overall fairly content. I miss travel and people and plans but it's also nice not to have any of that.
New moon time means dreams of my dead loved ones. Last night was a doozy. It was one that kept waking me up and when I'd go back to sleep I'd be back in the same dream. Last night's dream was a Thanksgiving celebration with my Oklahoma family in the small town where my cousin Weez grew up and where her mom and brother still live. we were at a church in town with everybody having Thanksgiving together as a community. As we were leaving my father and my uncle John [both dead in RL] were helping to direct traffic out of the parking lot into the main road and then after a while my dad came back into where we were doing cleanup and packing up food for people and stuff and he said we have to get out of here right now (like very calmly but also with a sense of urgency, if that makes any sense) and we peeked out the window and up in the mountains and hills around the church we could see a bunch of guys with guns (it was like oathkeepers or proud boys, and they were going to basically surround and isolate the town & then do whatever horrible thing they planned--and it was like a nation wide coordinated thing that all these militia groups were doing at the same time on the same day) and so we are packing up what we could and getting into our cars to leave, but we had to act like we didn't see all the armed guys watching us and act like we were just leaving to go back to Aunt Cora and Uncle John's house and not like we were going to run away, and then my dad was talking to this one guy that had a whole barn full of weapons and supplies and I guess they were talking about how if they ever expected things to go bad that they had expected to be able to stay in their houses and defend them instead of leaving, but if we stayed we would be killed by the proud boys/oathkeepers/militia people. A kind of funny detail - my cousin Weez had something that she had been selling as a fundraiser for the church (candy bars? t shirts? and so before we could bug out she went and locked up the unsold items and all the money she'd raised for the church in the church office, because she didn't want to take the church's money & stuff and she said something about "I bet I won't be selling any of this where we are going," She's such an honest person , even in the middle of an insurrection/apocalypse dream. 🙂 LOL.
OH! and there was something about how the church had two rescued elephants, a baby and an adult female. They weren't mother and daughter but the adult was trying to take care of the baby. And apparently wherever the baby elephant had been before the church rescued her, she had started to learn sign language, just some basic signals with her trunk (hungry, thirsty, thank you, please, etc.) and I was like 'how are we going to get these elephants out, how are we going to take care of them?'....
