It's amazing the power of a dream, or a nightmare. Ever have one of those dreams that's so real you not only wake up feeling like you were just there, but even at the mid-day point it still feels so powerfully accurate? I had one of those as I awoke this morning. The basic theme of the dream "they're getting married and bought a house". Why should that upset me so much? I don't know, but it did. It's brought back all of the vivid images, words, and feelings from well over a year ago. I wonder when those things really go away, if at all.

I had repeating dreams through the years of getting cheated on by an ex, which - obviously, came true. So yes, I do take heed to my dreams and their meanings. I know that dream interpretation sounds all hippie and whatnot, but it's also biblical. I think that a healthy mix of 'worst fears to be dealt with' and 'warnings of things to come' is what we can sum a great deal of our dreams up to be.

I guess my mood wasn't helped too much by my choice of lunch time eateries. I went to Meatballs - which is right across the street from the hell-hole house on Scalp Avenue in which I use to reside. Memories suck. Should I start looking forward to senility now? At least I wouldn't realize I was having lime jello for the 4th day in a row, and finger painting with poo would be a great outlet for my artistic anguish.

"Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. -Jewel"