I am the daughter of many

[cornerofmadness]

After all the terribleness in Brussels today all I wanted was to veg in front of the TV with an old favorite (that has grown long in the tooth). Especially since we've gotten to the point that people can't even grieve in their own way without people yelling at them (No, saying 'I'm praying for the people of Belgium' is NOT religious extremism and it's only offensive if you make it so. I saw at least three people ranting about that today (and saw it after the Paris attacks too). There is a difference and this is me saying that, someone who isn't particularly religious).

Anyhow, NCIS stirred up a lot of memories for me of dealing with people like DiNozzo SR's 'susan.' Many a time in the nursing home someone would come grab me. Doc Mrs Jones is passing and her family isn't here. They might not make it in time. I would go and hold the person's hand until they were gone. Often, if they were conscious, they would think I was their daughter and I would let them. What did it hurt if it gave them a measure of peace at the end?

Someone hacked one of my emails today. Am not amused.

Had nightmares again. This one started with me and my cousin in Wal-Mart of some other big box store. I wanted crayons or colored pencils since ELD got me a coloring book and I had given away all of my coloring things (this part is true). And they had one ugly box. I asked the stock boy and he brought me over a little wet stuffed toy, a blue bear instead. I was angry and looked around, still couldn't find them asked the kid again and this time he gave me a little wet white fox.

Mad, I left with my cousin and remember that 'who lets their little kid cross by themselves from the other dream' once again I saw a very little kid just roaming with parking lot behind her parents. he was a tall African American who looked a lot like the first deep throat on X-Files and his wife was a beautiful Hispanic woman and their little girl was in a wheelchair but not those tall wheelchairs you often see children in. It was very low to the ground. I knew no one would see her. I was about to say something to the parents when my cousin tells me to run. She flies ahead of me and locks herself in the car.

She won't let me in, babbling 'bert is here' again and again rocking in the seat and holding a .357 up at the window. I race off, calling 911. I run into the security at the mall and tell them someone is after me and my cousin but they don't care, not even when we hear an explosion and gun fire.

Next thing I know that couple is chasing me through the store and I'm trying to hide. I have no idea why they want to hurt me. I've never seen them before. I arm myself with everything i can find. At one point I hit the woman with bug spray right in the eyes but it doesn't even slow her down. When the guy finally catches me, he's no longer African but instead looks like a chubby Brad Pitt. He starts strangling me and I kick him in the nuts. When he goes down I step on his throat. I wake up then and have felt exhausted/wasted all day.


Edgar Allen Poe: A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
And happy birthday to William Shatner.

Comments

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reminding me I need to post my dream about the stars. In the meantime, your dream is creepy.

I haven't watched NCIS in a while. Tonight I'm watching LoTR.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

My dreams often are

Mom wants me to watch out Tony's last season

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

This is true. Mine are often...other than creepy.

Hmmmmm.