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Dream from Saturday night ::I was with a group of people outside at a pool party. A woman on a lounging chair was giving birth prematurely, a doctor couldn't be contacted, and I caught the baby. It didn't look like a human baby- it looked like a kangaroo baby that was a few weeks old (they still look pretty unformed). I thought it was cute and tried to hand it off to it's mother but she wouldn't have it. So I let it jump into my long sleeve, like a pouch. Later, the critter is trying to escape from me, and turns into five butterflies. I catch them, but sort of lightly crush them and they wouldn't move after that. I kept it up in my sleeve all through a wedding ceremony, even missed the bouquet toss hoping that if it weren't disturbed it wouldn't move. I don't think it ever did.::
Dream ::I was at my ex's house gathering some of my things. He was there. I started to feel very ill- weak and disoriented and labored breathing. I think he sort of helped me but I'm not sure. As I left, he handed to me what looked like a small yellow and black tape measurer (the kind that retracts itself) but it was actually an undeveloped roll of film that has pictures of us on it. He tells me that he's taken care of so much that it's my responsibility to get them developed, and for goodness' sake, don't keep them all to myself.
Later, I was with my step sister and it's about to be her wedding again or vowel renewals. We each have to collect a hundred items ranging in size from m&ms to small hand balls to string on a thread, like popcorn garlands. I grab boxes of cereal and start threading cocoa puffs and the like. Her mom and husband start fussing at me, saying I agreed to go with my sister to San Antonio for something concerning the ceremony and I had better go and I angrily protested that I had never said I wouldn't go and that I was going.::
It's been quite a while since I've been on lj. Very long story short, I graduated in December, got a piddly little job in Baton Rouge, but moved back to Houston shortly after the breakup with the ex. I'd like to stop thinking/ talking about that, but I keep dreaming about him, and it feels like something is unfinished. Maybe once I pay him back the money I owe him I can cut all ties.
Life in Houston is good. I live with a family friend for now and I don't have to pay rent. I just got a job this past week with a company that's like a temp agency for dental offices in the Houston area. I have my asking salary, a title, and an office- that's right, not cubicle, office :). And it seems to be a challenging, helpful sort of position. Small office (just me and the boss) but he's alright.
Now that I have some money coming in, I should be able to pay off some of my more pressing debts, including credit cards... I deferred my loan payments again... and I have a challenge to keep my mind busy, I feel I can start getting my life together.