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Today’s Oddities

We are fighting a cold. We are sick, though we are better today, considering yesterday and Saturday. We’ve been sleeping like crazy. We just woke up from a nap and had the weirdest dream with Wendy in it.

The gist is that something serious is going on with her… seems emotional and physical at the same time. Something sort of bizarre if you ask us, as we had not seen something like this before with her. She also was in the process of moving her office and there was this weird thing about a road and how one road to get there was safer than another road. At one point there was a mention of taking the bus as she wasn’t sure she’d be able to drive anymore. Weird is all I can say. What’s strange is that part of the dream indicates it is more city like (hence, the bus option), but another part of the dream indicates it is more like an island of sorts where her new office is and with at least one way that doesn’t feel the safest to travel by to get there, although in some ways it is safe.

There were other weird things that happened. It’s all jumbled up. The basics is that I pass by Wendy in sort of like a parking lot thing… relatively open parking lot that is kind of small, but not too small. Seems like one person is around me and it is Sue, my mom’s roommate. But she’s only in my dream because I have to go pick her up from the hospital today asap and so she’s on my mind to not oversleep too terribly long before getting ready to leave. Anyway, I see Wendy, and we brave up the courage to ask her for a hug, and she seems to think about it for a minute or so, but then agrees. Some inside say she readily agreed and that they noticed that she agreed pretty quickly like somehow suddenly it was okay and things were okay again.

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The void of many things

I don’t really know where to start.  There is just so much inside.  Someone sarcastically says, “As Always,” while someone else is criticizing and saying what a stupid statement to make.  It’s like they make these comments, but unless I really “know them,” I can’t make out whose voice it is or whose energy it seems to feel like so that I can actually know who is saying it.  And when I ask… I just get this void, this nothingness… a blankness.

Such is my life so often when I inquire within.  Sometimes I wonder what the point is.  It seems so futile.  So impossible to ever decode and for it to ever unravel to my satisfaction.

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Scarcity Amongst Enormity

I feel like I need to write something and yet my words are scarce at the moment. Yet, it isn’t the deeper truth. There’s so much building within and whenever I am given a moment of connection with it, I hold my breath because I know how bad it is. The suicidal stuff rushes in like a stormy crashing wave. Then I end up feeling so very much on edge, wondering how long this will last and if it will pass without ever surfacing.

It’s so hard to find words for what is going on. It feels like things are whirling around me and inside me.

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