chibi_oniyuri: (sai_hikaru)
I had good dreams last night. Cut for rambling )

The weather is doing interesting things again. I few days ago, we were enjoying eighty degree weather. Now we're wandering around with snow on the ground. It will probably be melted by midday, if it isn't all gone already. Still, it was nice to see snow piled on cars, even if it was only like a half-inch thick.
chibi_oniyuri: (the room)
I dreamed of him last night. I was just waking up and saw him on my floor. I was overjoyed to see him and laid down next to him, hugging and cuddling him to assure myself he was real. Normally, I have no sensations when I dream; I understand certain things should be there, but I don't feel them at all. But this, I felt. His fur tickling my fingers as I pet him, his smell when I buried my nose into his neck as I hugged him, his nose when he snuffled my face, his tongue when he licked away my tears. I remember feeling happy for the first time all week.

It only lasted for a bit. He eventually got up and, not wanting to lose him again, I followed. He led me out to the dining room, where the door to the backyard is. He sat patiently at the door, waiting for me to let him out. I didn't want to because I knew as soon as I lost sight of him, he'd really be gone. I protested, but eventually my parents told me that if he needed to go out, I had no right to keep him locked up inside. I agreed and let him out.

At first, he just sniffed around the grass. Then, he started wandering around our yard. He walked around the pool, and I started crying. He went around to the back, where I couldn't see him, and no matter how long I waited for him to come out on the other side, he never did.

I woke up crying and desperate to go back to sleep because I was convinced I'd see him again. I finally did, but instead I dreamed that my mother had burnt herself cooking. The burns were severe, so I called an ambulance. I waited with my mother, but the medics never came. I got called away for some reason, and I assured my mother I'd be right back. I left, handled the issue, and made it back in time to see some strange figure approaching my mother. I forced a confrontation and learned the figure was Death, and he didn't appreciate my interference. He'd called and canceled the ambulance and told me that death comes to all creatures no matter how much I wish otherwise.

Needless to say, I woke up distraught. I wonder how long it will take for someone to notice? Probably a while, as every time I feel the tears come again, I leave for some corner.

I suppose I should take this as a message?

At Wit's End

Wednesday, 29 August 2007 22:01
chibi_oniyuri: (the room)
Hmm, it's been a while. Despite that, not much has happened at all.

I spent summer taking classes at the community college to prepare for my application to nursing school, which I am currently filling out. When I wasn't at work, I was enroute to class or in class. Otherwise, I was sleeping off my exhaustion.

Now, I'm taking regular, fall-semester classes: Anatomy and Physiology II, German I, Spanish I, English Comp II, Principles of Fitness and Wellness, and Yoga. I may be dropping the Spanish if my schedule isn't rearranged. The system had a brain fart and signed me up for MW 1220 classes, which probably wouldn't be a problem if I hadn't arranged all class days for Tuesdays and Thursdays so that I could be at work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I'll find out the results of that tomorrow.

I've recently turned 21 and avoided greeting the day after with a hangover, mostly by refraining from telling friends of the upcoming day.

The renters that lived in my old house (alright, my parents' old house, but I lived there as well) recently moved out, leaving behind roach colonies, stained carpets, multiple holes in the walls of every room, and beer cans galore. My dad flits between selling the house and keeping it, but we have to fix it up either way, and it's a giant pain in the bum.

And last but certainly not least, my oma is coming to stay for a month in exactly one week. I'm beyond excited.

In other news, Harvest Moon is eating my soul, and Draco Malfoy and flesh-eating zombies are invading my dreams. Dreams containing the former are much more pleasant than the ones containing the latter. I'm walking around in a haze brought on by insomnia, because I am now wary of falling asleep and being consumed in my dreams. It's gotten to the point that I stay up incredibly late in the hopes that I will fall into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. That typically backfires because I "see" things after everyone goes to bed and am terrified of every shadow. Any advice anyone can give will be welcome, as I'm going on a month of minimal sleep and it's really become a bother.

Huh...perhaps more has happened than I thought. It looks more...impressive written down. That's all for now....


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