I'm still making it day by day...slowly. Pretty depressed. Try to be happy...watch comedies and the like.
I hope you are well.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Mom - new blog
For all that don't know, my mom passed away on Sunday. We have started a blog to share memories of her.
This new blog's address is
http://cyd-mems.blogspot.com
We will be working on letting family know about it, and hopefully there will be many different contributors.
Love,
Em
This new blog's address is
http://cyd-mems.blogspot.com
We will be working on letting family know about it, and hopefully there will be many different contributors.
Love,
Em
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Jason: Wednesday
I have had about four bad dreams about my friend Jason. In my waking life, I know he's not here and it's not that big of a deal. My dream life turns it into a very big deal sometimes. This is what I would call a nightmare. I had this dream on Wednesday morning before I woke up. I should give you some background of the setting first. My aunt's house is what I'll refer to the location as. She passed on Christmas Eve 2009 in that house. My aunt's house plays the role of the hospital Jason was in before he left.
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Jason was staying at my aunt's house to recuperate for a time. I wanted to go visit him; see how he was doing.
I drove there after dark and he was laying on a mattress in what is the kitchen area, but that was not the function of the room in the dream. The mattress was sideways like this -- and I laid down on a mattress that was this direction | right by his. It seemed as if I were staying the night, but it was more like four hours.
The next night I wanted to go see him again, but I had my dad drive me. Jason was up, walking around right outside the house. He seemed angry almost, as if he knew that I didn't drive there; it bothered him. I left.
The next night, I drove over with my friend Linds and we went "upstairs". In my aunt's house she has a basement, a main floor, and a top floor. In the dream, what was upstairs is actually what the basement looks like. Jason was here.
We saw a burgundy leather couch with sheets on it. It was way far back from the TV. (A TV shouldn't have been there). Linds made herself at home on the couch. We both planned to stay the night. I said, "This one turns into a hide-a-bed," although I don't know how I knew that. The TV was on, and Linds watched it from the couch.
I went over to where Jason was. He was in a huge gray mesh tent-like structure. The top and bottom edges of it were black, and around the front zipper was black. The zipper was only accessible from the inside. There was a Poltergeist-esque light coming from inside the tent. (If you haven't seen Poltergeist, picture the light that emits from snowy reception on a TV.) I got unnerved then, and didn't feel like trying to get Jason out.
A lot of different questions entered my mind. Is he hurt in there, did he not want to talk, why was he in there, what caused the light, was he scared?
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I didn't finish the dream because I had to get up to go somewhere. I was grateful that I didn't get to finish the dream because things could have only gotten worse.
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Jason was staying at my aunt's house to recuperate for a time. I wanted to go visit him; see how he was doing.
I drove there after dark and he was laying on a mattress in what is the kitchen area, but that was not the function of the room in the dream. The mattress was sideways like this -- and I laid down on a mattress that was this direction | right by his. It seemed as if I were staying the night, but it was more like four hours.
The next night I wanted to go see him again, but I had my dad drive me. Jason was up, walking around right outside the house. He seemed angry almost, as if he knew that I didn't drive there; it bothered him. I left.
The next night, I drove over with my friend Linds and we went "upstairs". In my aunt's house she has a basement, a main floor, and a top floor. In the dream, what was upstairs is actually what the basement looks like. Jason was here.
We saw a burgundy leather couch with sheets on it. It was way far back from the TV. (A TV shouldn't have been there). Linds made herself at home on the couch. We both planned to stay the night. I said, "This one turns into a hide-a-bed," although I don't know how I knew that. The TV was on, and Linds watched it from the couch.
I went over to where Jason was. He was in a huge gray mesh tent-like structure. The top and bottom edges of it were black, and around the front zipper was black. The zipper was only accessible from the inside. There was a Poltergeist-esque light coming from inside the tent. (If you haven't seen Poltergeist, picture the light that emits from snowy reception on a TV.) I got unnerved then, and didn't feel like trying to get Jason out.
A lot of different questions entered my mind. Is he hurt in there, did he not want to talk, why was he in there, what caused the light, was he scared?
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I didn't finish the dream because I had to get up to go somewhere. I was grateful that I didn't get to finish the dream because things could have only gotten worse.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wow
It has been a long time since I've written anything here. On the upside I am writing on other sites and even handwriting some things. There's something cool about writing things by hand.
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