I dreamed last night about "Josh" that I was driving through the country, looking for something, and I was passing these houses and farms and just, out in the country.
My mother was in this dream or dreams---it seemed a continuous dream of just driving through the country. My mom and aunt were driving together. I think I was in a seperate car.
This had something to do with insurance--not sure how--but somehow through insurance (dreams are usually bizarre) my mom found out that someone I was in love with was getting a divorce and I was going to see him. My mom got a special CD of "I Dreamed a Dream," from Les Miserables. I was going to see him.
There is something I'd like to talk about but I can't at the moment, I don't think.
I will try. There is a person and I always wanted to talk to his mom, his parents. He said he had good parents and it sounded like he had a great family. Now it seemed he rubbed it in my face. I wish they had this blog address. I am tempted to just send it to them, but I won't.
I have wanted to be heard for the longest time and I hope this is finally the time, somehow. Some people might think there is no consequence to what I say or no substance but I don't care. I don't care.
Cindy
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