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I hate nightmares. I hate insane nightmares at that. Last night, this
morning, I had a dream about being at some gather or party, with my cat.
My sick cat. My sick cat who've I've never owned, known or seen that I can
recall. So at the party, my cat passes away. Sad. So I go looking for
my SO, who was my ex from some years ago. She didn't seem to understand
that the cat had died, and I didn't want to party. This is a common thing
in my dreams, that I have a simple request or something to communicate, and
the person I'm talking to just doesn't get it. It's not malicious, it's
just like I've stopped speaking English. Finally I got the point across,
and we went home. Then I got online, and ended up playing a very hard
soccer game with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shadowstarr. Then I woke up...and was very
sad. Kitties and ferrets are fine, if a little comfused why I was looking
so twitchy.
So, now I'm up and watching Mythbusters. Nothing shakes off the bad dreams
like Kari Byron. In a few min I'm going to go get some lunch, then
recreate a Saturday from my childhood. Back in NY, the local Fox channel
would play bad Marital Arts movies Saturday afternoon. I am a huge fan
of Golden Harvest and Shaw Studios. Well, I've been slowly getting back
into watching them on a regular basis, thanks to Netflix. So, I'm off
to get pizza, make an egg creme, and watch people kick each other for a bit.
Later I'll be going to see 'Up' with the gang, and hanging out. Should make
for a very good day. So, I'll talk to you all later.
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