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dglenn ([info]dglenn) wrote,
@ 2008-08-30 14:49:00


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Status: Pain and Frustration (and a strange dream)

Argh. I have things I really needed to do today, mostly postponed from the last few days (and pushing a fun-thing off today's agenda entirely). But I'm finding it painful to stand upright, as well as difficult to walk, so I think today may be yet another "maybe tomorrow" kind of day. :-( Waiting for the codeine to start working, to see whether it'll do enough good today to let me drive to Bowie, but the odds do not appear to be in my favour.

At least I got some sleep this morning. With a dream about my parents' back yard flooding (the dream was set sometime between when the weeping willow there was cut down, and my father's death) but somehow not flooding the house or front yard, which are downhill from the back yard. And a humongeous tarp had been stretched over the yard before the rain, and the rain somehow mostly wound up under the tarp, which ballooned up ... so when I went to check things out I discovered I was standing in a few inches of water + grass clippings + leaves, on top of a sheet of plastic that had four or five feet of water under it, and I could walk around on it and bounce -- use it as a cross between a trampoline and a waterbed. The yard next door was flooded too, but the water in one yard was blue, and in the other it was green.

I have no idea whether that dream connects in any way to anything I've been thinking about awake lately, nor whether it has any symbolic meaning -- it feels completely random. There wasn't really any plot, and the emotional tone throughout was simple curiosity/exploration, without any layers of joy/anxiety/confusion/etc.




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