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feeling: tired
listening to: Cowboy Bebop - Adieu
This morning my stomach hurt so bad I couldn't breathe. >_< I was sitting on my bed when it came and when it got to where I could emit no sounds other than pained gasps and grunts and such, nor could I hear anything but my own whining (the TV was on), I decided to go downstairs and tell dad about it... of course walking that far to find him wasn't easy... thank God it subsided enough for me to stand still and coherently describe my symptoms. We concluded that I don't have appendicitis or kidney infection. Good to know. :P That kinda thing happens every now and then, but today's was a bit stronger that it's ever been. Erg, I really wish I knew what was wrong with me. I've been thoroughly interrogated by doctors, poked, prodded, pressed, had I-can't-remember-how-many blood tests, glugged bottle after bottle of barium, rolled around on multiple X-ray tables, and been on acid reflux and heartburn meds, and still they don't know what could be wrong and no medication has helped. I don't take them anymore, however much my parents insist, because they make no difference. I just want to know why doctors can't find the problem... cause this can't be normal...
Anyway, I feel mostly better now, so I shall move on.
I had another creepy dream last night. It made me realize that I really like those insane dreams I have where the locations are based on real places in my life but look and feel totally different, because dreams where the locations are true to life feel much more real, and as such, bad stuff that happens there feels more real too. This was one of those true to life ones. It started out with my dad taking me and my brother (I think) to somewhere in town to buy tickets for a trip to Japan (oooh~)... I remember a detailed discussion about a possible stopover in Tibet, oddly... and somehow dad was given a free, brand new motorcycle for buying the tickets there. To prove how new it was... the thing came with a CDROM as an instruction manual and the basis for future... upgrades. o_O Anywho, we went home, spent some time trying to explain to mom how one could possibly upgrade a motorcycle using a CDROM (pretty realistic... mom couldn't work with one on a computer, let alone a vehicle)... then dad headed down to the garage/basement (true to life), I guess, to start working on it. Meanwhile mom took a shower and I went upstairs to my room. Before long the doorbell rang, twice. I looked out the window to see who it was and why dad hadn't just greeted them before they made the trip to the front door... and in the driveway I saw the same blue car that came here in real life 2 weeks ago driven by 2 jerks who stole my mom's jewelry box and purse (I had that memory in the dream as much as I do in reality). I freaked out and ran downstairs to tell mom about the car, and she says "so go open the door and tell them they can't come in." I stood there flabberghasted that she wanted me to actually open the door to the jerks, and shakily told her I didn't want to. So she goes to the door herself, opens it, and stands on the porch looking around - butt naked. >_O; She comes back in and says there's no one out there, so I join her outside to observe the car. We take note of the make and model, then I decide to go warn dad of the visitors. But just then he enters the room we're in and says some kid came up to him, told him "you better turn your dryer on" or some such weirdness, and walked away. I told him it was the same car that I'd seen the day we were robbed, but he just kinda snorted and walked away. I watched as the car pulled out of our yard - not driveway, but yard o_O - and observed a name written in large letters on the back of the car. I report the name to my parents, but they don't seem to care as the car vanishes and they sit on the couch to watch TV. I sit between them, still looking out the window. Soon I see something move outside... I walk over to look, and there's a... wrecking ball, swinging toward the window. I frantically warn my parents, but they seem completely uninterested, and I'm left diving out of the room as the wrecking ball crashes through the window, throwing glass shards everywhere. Then, to my horror, I see the wrecking ball coming at me again. Moving surprisingly deftly through the house, clearly and unmistakeably targeting ME as if its operator is actually running it from inside. I scream, I cry, I beg for help as the thing repeatedly flies toward me, but my pleas fall on deaf ears. I was juuuust about to be cornered in the back of the hallway when I woke up.
I hate dreams where people are trying to kill me. T_T Especially when the locations in them are just like they are in real life. Usually they're not... even a place as familiar as my own home usually looks totally different in my dreams. I'm talking to the point of bizarre and unrecognizeable. I usually only know what the place is because of memories I have of it within the dreams. Hard to explain.
I still have residual stomach cramps, dangit... I'm gonna go be a slug (what else is new) and watch some anime now
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 7/21/2002 02:30:00 PM
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