Daily Archive for January 30th, 2009

Intense, Guarded and Downright Borderline

Published on January 30, 2009 in Borderline Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, PTSD and Relationships. 6 Comments

I know this blog can get intense from time to time. There’s no telling what’s going to show up. I worry sometimes about how intense my entries get and if I will turn people off this way but I have to know there is somewhere I am not required to watch my every word. So, when you come here please be in the right frame of mind and know the subject may be light or heavy from one minute to the next. That’s the best I can do for a trigger warning.

You’re going to see religious entries, you’re going to see anger and humor, daily grind and even hope. You’re going to see it all cause I feel it all. Sometimes it looks like I’m all over the map. I’m laughing one minute, crying the next, intellectualizing then strong. I’m everywhere and I know it. I suppose I’m saying this more for myself than my readers. I guess I worry that when things get this intense (dream entries and stories) then I’m going to turn people away. But I need to be able to be as open and honest as I can be without fear. I do that here on my blog. So I guess I need to let people know the ride here isn’t a smooth one. Please don’t ever expect that. Continue reading ‘Intense, Guarded and Downright Borderline’

DREAM: Art, Beauty and Alligators

Published on January 30, 2009 in Dreams and For the Record. 0 Comments

I had a dream last night that an art teacher wanted to order an art roll up. She asked me where I got mine and I told her I got it from Beautiful Dreamer. She then showed me some sort of huge and I do mean huge writing pen she made. I told her I thought Beauty would like it. Then Beauty herself showed up with a tent she made. It was tan and as big as a frikin mobile home. The tent had a side pocket that held a smaller tent. I asked how she made it and she said on her machine without a pattern. The art teacher poured over the tent and looked at every stitch. She was impressed. She talked to Beauty a bit about what material she wanted for her roll up. She said she didn’t want it wild like mine. I was somewhat offended but I kept quiet. The art teacher explained she wanted a heavy material on the outside in heather gray with a lighter material of beige inside. Guess who the art teacher was? Barbara Streisand.

Later in the dream I broke into a house where two sisters and a young girl lived. I held a football in my hand and barged through the door. Continue reading ‘DREAM: Art, Beauty and Alligators’