I had a bad dream. My mom redecorated my kitchen, filling it with totally inappropriate things, pegboard walls, paper furniture, clear plastic boxes of dicks and other organs on a spiderwebby garage shelf, photo albums and a jar of piss in the fridge, raw meat storage in the back of the cupboards, and when I confronted her about it she spoke
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Knowing just a mere fraction of what your mom has put you through, I'll offer this for if the dream reoccurs: believe that the someone else who sees you is me. Then believe that I leap to your defense and help you choke her, because I would. And remind yourself that it's just a dream. You won in real life. She's no part of your life and you are safe, and I hope happy.
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I love it when I get epic dream times! My brain is doing some deep cleaning lately.
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