Daily Archive for December 18th, 2009

DREAM: The Great Flood

My sister and I were in our mother’s bedroom together. She was looking for something but I had to use the restroom. I went to my mother’s private restroom to go but when I flushed the toilet it began to overflow. At first I didn’t panic I just flushed it again in hopes it would correct itself. Three times I flushed it and each time the swirl went faster and faster and rose to the top faster and faster. I was somewhat intrigued by the swirling which is why I flushed it continuously. Soon I realized it was useless and that not only was I standing in water but so was my sister by my mother’s bed.

The dream then changed so that instead of the toilet overflowing the water bed began to spill all over the floor foamy white water like a bubble bath.  Just like with the toilet, the leak started out slow then got completely out of control. We searched the bottom of the bed to see if there was a valve but we couldn’t find one. The sister jumped on top of the bed to the headboard but the water came out so fast we couldn’t see anything. When I got up there to see for myself I noticed above the headboard was a private storage area of all our personal belongings. There were dolls and toys, boxes and boxes of them stacked around this storage compartment. I wanted to stay and look around but I knew we had to fix the leak before the mother got home.

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Little Knock Kneed AussieSometimes I exhaust myself with my intensity of emotions. I think my adrenal glands have 2 settings, dead and full force. Lately it feels as if I’m either depressed or overwhelmed. If for some reason I’m at the middle ground it only takes a slight change to make me hit over drive. I don’t know.

Since I’m still tossing my cookies so much I decided to try and keep meals simple. The other day I ate ravioli with no sauce and grilled chicken. The ricotta in the ravioli was wet enough to make the little meal moist. It was actually pretty good and I got it all down and kept it. I’m trying to keep it simple but having culinary arts in my blood makes simple difficult. I try not to yell at myself if I lose it.

This morning I slept like a log. It was restorative sleep and much needed. Right now it’s 7:01am. I should have been in bed hours ago.

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