Here's my sleepy kitty Oliver because this is about sleep and dreams so why not have it be about kitties too!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
So most of the time I have a terrible time remembering what I dream about. I'm not sure how many of you do too but I find it quite frustrating. I woke up about half an hour ago and I remember mine quite well for once. It was all about my person. I switched perspectives occasionally. There were quite a few people I knew though. Things were very different. Apparently I was really powerful and I was pregnant. There were no adults around but one showed up later. People had all sorts of weapons but no guns or like real accurate projectiles. There were two teams- those who wanted to protect me and my pregnancy and those who tried to physically make me loose the baby normally by trauma to the stomach but I ended up killing them all off and kept hiding from place to place until I settled down for a bit and the powerful adult mentioned earlier came and had a talk with me (the boy I was being protected by before the perspective switch here) and the pregnant woman (previously me). I ran and she did too and eventually he caught us. He just wanted to talk about something. No trouble no nothing. We did, we walked back towards the house we had be in when he visited. So yeah. Very vivid dream. I remember killing a lot of people I know and some other unimportant little details. It was nice to remember for a change so I thought I would share. If you have a hard time remembering your dreams then maybe keep a dream journal. Do you guys have any dreams you remember really well? I'm curious to see if it's just me.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Today I saw that a lot of people were very unhappy and sad that others were without fathers. If you have a single mother that plays both roles in your life maybe you should call it a second Mother's Day so she still feels appreciated for everything she has done for you. If you have your dad I suggest you show him how much you love him in any way you can. Me, I made my dad breakfast, bought him two of his favorite sodas, and made him a bracelet that I tied to the two sodas. He's very happy and I'm glad. It doesn't have to be big or expensive. That's not what the day is about. So, spend some time with your dad if you can. Maybe turn it into a father so fishing trip with your dad, you, and your son. It's up to you. Have a wonderful day guys! I will be gone all week and I'll post again when I can.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Here lately there has been so much going on. School is out for the summer, we're closer to Megan having her baby, I'm leaving for the next week to go to his awesome Christian camp that I love, I've been planning meals and outfits for the week. There's cooking, cleaning, laundry, gardening to do. I sound so much like a mom right now it really isn't even funny anymore. I'm just a teenager who has been left to care for herself. I'm home alone as we speak and it can be nice but right now I'm lonely. I have no motivation. I do have tomorrow and a little bit of Sunday to do some of that stuff but that doesn't add any help. Maybe when other people are here for a change I will want to keep busy to avoid doing things with them. We're in the process of changing the dining room into the baby's room. That's not the best idea in my opinion but that's all we have. Megan and Gavin (the baby) might not even live here full time. I've decided that when I can drive I'm going to start to get my things together. I'm not going to open up a bank account or anything so I don't have to have my parents' name on it. I'll wait the extra two years and just do it that way if I can. BUT. That's beside the point right now. The point is that things are getting busy and of course things go wrong. It turns out I'm super allergic to poison ivy. Yeah. Who knew? Not us. I got it on my hands when my dad was using the weed whacker and I rubbed my eyes later that day when I got tired. I tend to do that a lot. So it spread to my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, eventually my whole face, arms, hands, and part of my stomach. I ended up going to the hospital for the fear it would get in my eyes and affect my vision or go down my throat and cause problems there. So the doctor gave me these nasty pills instead of the shot that my regular doctor and my mom knew I needed. I'm slowly healing from it. The few days after I started taking the medicine I just slept and slept and slept, letting it work. (Plus your body tends to heal faster while you sleep) Now that I have things to get done before camp I just can't get going. So here I am, blogging when there is laundry to be done, bags to be packed, and food to be cooked and packed, things along the lines of that. In an attempt to get motivated I'm going to go and do some laundry then make some dinner for those who will be home before too long, and then pack the food and clothes I can pack right now. Until I'm back again: Laundry.