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Jan 03, 2009 02:51

So I've decided to try and keep a dream journal on here. All entries will be tagged and behind cuts, so y'all don't have to read them if you don't what to.



The whole thing kind of bounced back and forth between watching like a TV show, and interaction with my family.

Beginning, I was watching this little kid, and he was living with this woman who wasn't his mother, but she was his primary care giver. He was living with her because his mother couldn't stand the thought that he might be gay. I think in some way, him living with her was supposed to "fix" his homosexuality, but the woman ended up being supportive.

Then, I go and visit this kid, and while I'm there, the mom is also there, along with this weird old couple, and my sister. I'm not really sure how they're all connected, but I know that the old couple were trying to pull a fast one on the woman taking care of the boy, and my sister was in on it. While they were there, they found this secret switch that opened a little panel on some wall, but I never knew what was inside.

Then, I was watching the old woman and the kid's mother have a discussion, and the old woman was trying to convince the mother that she was doing the right thing and being gay was bad and that whatever they were going to do to the caretaker was okay because she was making the kid gay and blah blah blah. It was very aggravating.

Then I confronted my sister, who made up some BS about needing to get some weird browser for her phone and the entire thing was bullshit, but she fooled my mom. Then she starts justifying it, talking about the kid and how, couldn't they use a shock collar or something, which is when I got really mad.

Then, there was this weird computer interface part, where I was moving around, fixing light fixtures as if in a game, while my sister and the kid's mother were fighting, then I woke up.

And was extremely tense and freaked out. Hence the cathartic post.

birds singing in the sycamore trees

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