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Do I know you? and Dreaming of Art.

Snow is out of town Friday and won't be able to study the Bible with me so a new person will come here. I've seen her at the Kingdom Hall several times, including this evening, but I am one who isn't able to recognize a person outside of the setting where we first met. I'm worried that I won't know here when she knocks on my door tomorrow afternoon.

When a person has a website different from the name on their Facebook or Flickr account I don't make the connection, I have to be told who they are and where I know them from. It takes a very long time to associate that person as someone I know because I don't transfer that knowing from one place to the other. And honestly, I don't often transfer that information from one alter to the next so when a new person arrives they might not be recognized but I sure as heck act like I know them.

I had the craziest dream last night. I had a dream that Heather Alley had a special painting session with a group of people who gathered outside on the lawn. She was to paint us as a group. After the painting the mother and her one and only boyfriend picked up Heather and I and took us to the house. I had to use the restroom so I wanted to go in. The mother reluctantly allowed it, Heather followed without being seen by the mother.

While inside I realized I was so tired that I needed to sleep right then and there. I knew if I was caught there would be pain to pay but I was just so sleepy I couldn't stay away. I lay in one of the twin beds in the room, Heather took the other which was my sister's bed. I wanted to tell her not to sleep there but I couldn't stay awake. I noticed she was covered up with two of my blankets, a white one and a pink one. I was half asleep and half watching the door way. I just knew we'd get caught resting and anger the mother but that never happened. I heard the mother call for me so I quickly woke Heather and we hurried to the car.

Inside the car my grandmother looked at Heather's work and said she didn't understand it. She looked at a large piece of mine and criticized the abstract nature. There were four large paintings the grandmother judged with a sharp eye. Finally she dropped the subject then disappeared out of the dream.

We got in the car to drive to pick up my sister. Inside the car she spit vinum and showed her disgust for my presence. She then turned away from me to let me know she was ignoring me. I felt so hurt and angry, angry!!! She was vicious with her words and so nasty with her behavior.

I don't remember anything else about the dream.

I'm going to go to sleep now. I went to the Kingdom Hall but I didn't get to stay the entire time. I came home sick. It's time to go to sleep.

Crystal

Published on Categories Anxiety, PTSD, The People Behind My Eyes

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SUNDRIP – Art for Life is a site that expresses in every media possible an intimate look into the life of a person living with major trauma. The issues addressed in art and writing include Dissociative Identity Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Lupus and CRSD. Despite these issues, I intend to move forward, through and out with honor, grace and creativity.

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