Moving Dreams
I’ve been having moving anxiety dreams lately. In one from last week, I was turned into a evil witch.(with wings no less)
The other dream, from last night, I had bought a house, and then went off to an amusement park, or faire with Carlo and Becky and Drew,
when I came back to my house it was in complete disarray, chairs overturned in the hallway. A quick look in my bedroom creates a shock, my bed had been disassembled, my bed is gone, half my room is spilled all over the floor. The rest of the dream is angry yells, as I realize my father has moved my bedroom to a smaller spare bedroom, in my own house. I remember having an argument with him, at a lavish dinner table, with candles. I just kept yelling at him for moving my room, was in shock that he even got in my house, that sort of thing. Disconcerting.
So, yeah, things are stressful, with the move coming up, it’ll be nice to finally get things in some sort of order. And I get to participate in more moving goodness, as my work shuffles lets us play musical desks again. But that’s not for a couple weeks yet.
I’m so glad all this is happening in autumn. There is just enough magic in the crisp air, in the hanging gold, to make me forget my frustrations, and be happy for existing, for driving, for sunshine and laughter.
October is almost here, gamers get silly in October. Heidi tells me she already has her costume. I hope we can get some sort of party together, I love Halloween.
Heidi would also like me to mention that tonight is a NEW BUFFY, and to rejoice in your own fashion, preferably with the WB. That’s where we’ll be tonight. (she’s been bouncing from the rafters today, she always does on new Buffy day)
Talk to y’all later
Stacie
