ick dreams
Feb. 9th, 2024 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evileI was taking care of my friend Dee's parents, who were both dying. Her father (In my dreams, he looked like John Amos, the actor from Good Times) was laying in bed, reaching above his head towards the window. I asked him what he wanted and apparently it was something outside. I didn't know what he wanted.
Then my dream 'skipped' and her parents had passed and for some reason my SIL skye_ds was suing the estate for ...something? land? I was trying to text her husband, my brother sineater, to suggest that with all the time and money she was sinking into lawsuits, she could probably just buy whatever land she wanted and not tie the estate up in court so badly, but the machine I was texting with (it was a tablet of some kind, not a phone?) was just picking up text from a newspaper story and throwing in autocorrected nonsense so that only about every third or fourth word was actually typed by me and the rest was just nonsense. I was trying to fix it but it just kept getting worse and worse. I decided to try and text him with my phone instead of the tablet, because I assumed the tablet had gotten a virus or something.
And then my mom was telling me that a particular piece of land owned by the family/estate [south of Dallas, north of Austin, as far as I know no one I know owns land in that area, wtf] was a 'mesquite field' and it was 'sacred medicine' and we could not allow it to be destroyed and developed because of the 'mesquite medicine' of the land.
Anyhoo....stressful. My stepdad and mom, here in RL, had all of their stuff put together by a good law firm specializing in elder law and estate planning, so I'm pretty sure that when my mom passes, everything will go smoothly. Also here in RL, apparently even though my stepdad did have everything spelled out clearly, it took from end of Sept when he died to end of Jan for my sister to get all of his death stuff sorted and get the accounts set up so that she could continue to pay for mom's care facility, etc. So even when people are careful about it, there's still bureaucratic hoops.
my bio dad did not have anything spelled out. He died in 2012 and his house is still in limbo as far as i know. it stresses me out when I think about it, so I try not to. And I feel like if I call my aunt, his sister, about it, it will be interpreted as me being money grubbing. I don't want anything out of it, I just want it squared away so that at some point it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass with unpaid property taxes or whatever else. Anyway....I don't call her often and I just feel awkward about it.
and of course I don't have any of my stuff squared away,either.
I dreamed about Flavio one night this week, and then about my friends Bart and Pam another night. More dead folks. Pleasant and fun dreams, nothing terrible. I feel like they are letting me know I'll be seeing them again sooner than I expect so I need to get stuff taken care of. ;/ I'd like to outlive Trump. so hopefully that will happen. As far as I know I have no health problems other than allergies which are bad right now...my ears are congested and the lymph nodes in my throat feel swollen. I could also just be having anxiety because my contract that I've been working for the last 2+ years is ending next month. that's a 'death' of sorts, but I honestly can't find much fear or anxiety in my conscious mind over it. Ever since I quit my horrible crazy abusive state job in 2018 my life has been pretty good and I haven't gone for very long between jobs. Everything just seems to fall easily into place for me these days. The national unemployment rate is low and life is pretty darn good. And if worse comes to worse, I have investments I can tap for $. Plus Thax and my brother A are both employed and contributing to the household, so we are all gonna be fine.
Anyhoo.. Dee's parents have both been gone for a long time. Her father died I think while we were still college-aged, and her mom passed when we were in our 30s. Her dad was big and stern, he scared me a bit, but as I recall he was also pretty funny at times. Her mom was a tiny little firecracker, she taught school and just had a lot of energy. I hadn't really thought much about them in ages. Dee is on her own path now; she is a new age pagan priestess and she does workshops and stuff. I am proud of her but I don't do the woo-woo and I think that's disappointed her a bit.
I'm just babbling now. I guess I'd better get back to work. Sometimes dreaming brain sticks with me for hours into my waking life, trying to unravel whatever messages my subconscious was trying to get across. Mesquite magic, windows, tending to the dying/dead, lawsuits/stress/SIL & whatever she represents to my dream-self. hm.
Then my dream 'skipped' and her parents had passed and for some reason my SIL skye_ds was suing the estate for ...something? land? I was trying to text her husband, my brother sineater, to suggest that with all the time and money she was sinking into lawsuits, she could probably just buy whatever land she wanted and not tie the estate up in court so badly, but the machine I was texting with (it was a tablet of some kind, not a phone?) was just picking up text from a newspaper story and throwing in autocorrected nonsense so that only about every third or fourth word was actually typed by me and the rest was just nonsense. I was trying to fix it but it just kept getting worse and worse. I decided to try and text him with my phone instead of the tablet, because I assumed the tablet had gotten a virus or something.
And then my mom was telling me that a particular piece of land owned by the family/estate [south of Dallas, north of Austin, as far as I know no one I know owns land in that area, wtf] was a 'mesquite field' and it was 'sacred medicine' and we could not allow it to be destroyed and developed because of the 'mesquite medicine' of the land.
Anyhoo....stressful. My stepdad and mom, here in RL, had all of their stuff put together by a good law firm specializing in elder law and estate planning, so I'm pretty sure that when my mom passes, everything will go smoothly. Also here in RL, apparently even though my stepdad did have everything spelled out clearly, it took from end of Sept when he died to end of Jan for my sister to get all of his death stuff sorted and get the accounts set up so that she could continue to pay for mom's care facility, etc. So even when people are careful about it, there's still bureaucratic hoops.
my bio dad did not have anything spelled out. He died in 2012 and his house is still in limbo as far as i know. it stresses me out when I think about it, so I try not to. And I feel like if I call my aunt, his sister, about it, it will be interpreted as me being money grubbing. I don't want anything out of it, I just want it squared away so that at some point it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass with unpaid property taxes or whatever else. Anyway....I don't call her often and I just feel awkward about it.
and of course I don't have any of my stuff squared away,either.
I dreamed about Flavio one night this week, and then about my friends Bart and Pam another night. More dead folks. Pleasant and fun dreams, nothing terrible. I feel like they are letting me know I'll be seeing them again sooner than I expect so I need to get stuff taken care of. ;/ I'd like to outlive Trump. so hopefully that will happen. As far as I know I have no health problems other than allergies which are bad right now...my ears are congested and the lymph nodes in my throat feel swollen. I could also just be having anxiety because my contract that I've been working for the last 2+ years is ending next month. that's a 'death' of sorts, but I honestly can't find much fear or anxiety in my conscious mind over it. Ever since I quit my horrible crazy abusive state job in 2018 my life has been pretty good and I haven't gone for very long between jobs. Everything just seems to fall easily into place for me these days. The national unemployment rate is low and life is pretty darn good. And if worse comes to worse, I have investments I can tap for $. Plus Thax and my brother A are both employed and contributing to the household, so we are all gonna be fine.
Anyhoo.. Dee's parents have both been gone for a long time. Her father died I think while we were still college-aged, and her mom passed when we were in our 30s. Her dad was big and stern, he scared me a bit, but as I recall he was also pretty funny at times. Her mom was a tiny little firecracker, she taught school and just had a lot of energy. I hadn't really thought much about them in ages. Dee is on her own path now; she is a new age pagan priestess and she does workshops and stuff. I am proud of her but I don't do the woo-woo and I think that's disappointed her a bit.
I'm just babbling now. I guess I'd better get back to work. Sometimes dreaming brain sticks with me for hours into my waking life, trying to unravel whatever messages my subconscious was trying to get across. Mesquite magic, windows, tending to the dying/dead, lawsuits/stress/SIL & whatever she represents to my dream-self. hm.
