Began watching Dig Two Graves but haven’t seen enough of it yet to really judge it.

Once again I’m horribly exhausted and that could be a combination of the Melatonin I took before bed as well as being woken up by a nightmare. I’m too tired to do Nano today so I’ll have to double up tomorrow.

The vividness of the nightmare has me once again wondering if I really could be glimpsing into other dimensions in my sleep. Perhaps my psychic nature makes it easier for me to tap into this plane if it does indeed exist. It may also explain why “home” doesn’t always look like home.

In the dream, I had just woken up and stumbled into our living room and over to my laptop. Tom’s was set up in front of mine and I looked over and noticed the back of a head.

“You’re home?” I said with surprise, figuring he’d be at work at that time.

But then I realized something wasn’t right about the head. It wasn’t shaped right and the hair was too thick or something like that. And then a total of three heads popped up and they said, “Yes we’re home.”

I then began this frenzied and hopeless fight against the three intruders. But every time I went to throw a punch at one, another would grab my arm. By some miracle, I managed to talk them out of the place soon enough, then I threw the lock and ran for the phone. I hadn’t even made it to the phone, however, before they managed to pick the lock on the door open in just a second. The dream ended with me contemplating charging the door in hopes of running out screaming for help. What most likely happened, however, if it was truly another me in another dimension, was that I was raped, murdered or both.

So definitely no fun in Dreamland. :(

Then I had a dream about leaving Tammy a voice message on my birthday.

The last dream had to do with me talking to a brunette druggie that I knew would never change her ways, and then I either hoped to date this blonde woman or I had begun to and believed it was over. She was a prosecutor and she kind of looked like Vera Farmiga, the woman who plays Norma Bates. I guess I found a note someone wrote about either exposing us or somehow being against the relationship. Or maybe it said that “Vera” wasn’t sure she was into it or something like that. Whatever it was, I knew the relationship was pretty much over.

I took the letter and presented it to her and then said something like, “Well, I guess this is it so we might as well hug goodbye.”

She hugged me and then said she would see me later which gave me a spark of hope for a second that maybe it wasn’t over after all.

I walked back home and into a bedroom with a twin bed adorned with stuffed animals and thought about how it would have been nice to date a prosecutor. However, I was determined not to get my hopes up.

In reality, the whole household is getting treats from Walmart compliments of some credit we built up. We ordered treats for the rats, a memory card for him, and a Hawaiian Ginger set for me that includes lotion, body wash, and body mist. It has such a fruity and uplifting scent that if I had to wear just one perfume only, that would be it.

Later…

Tom’s MRI is as clear as we expected it to be. The last step is meeting with the audiologist and getting him a hearing aid.

As for whether or not we’ll end up with a case against Mercy or his employers, we don’t yet know. I’m sure that somehow his perps will “happen” to be protected. As he said, though, he’s not going to pay anybody to sue them. If he can’t find anyone to take the case on a contingency basis, he won’t bother. His hearing may very well not have been recoverable no matter what, but I’m sure they’ll get away with any wrongdoing they may have done. Meanwhile, the ENT signed off on the papers he needed and he’ll overnight express them to his boss. It’s still not known at this time when he’ll return to work.

A couple of days ago we finished putting up the mural and it looks great. Soon I’ll take some before and after hallway pictures where it’s at.

I’m excited to learn that Duolingo is going to be having a Hawaiian course available soon. They guesstimate sometime in September. Yes!

Dig Two Graves was just a movie I couldn’t really get into. I’m still looking for a new TV show. I just wish there were more non-reality-based shows in America that had more than just one season with just a few episodes. Long gone are the days when there used to be many seasons with something like 22 episodes per season.

Slept better last time around but not as long. The earbuds look promising so far but the real test will be Friday when the trash and green waste trucks come through, assuming I don’t crash late and they don’t come early.

Unfortunately, the loud car just came in. It will be wonderful if it can no longer wake me up but it’s still annoying to hear when I am awake.

I sent a message saying hello to Christiane and told her that I really miss Nane at times despite our differences. I know, however, that I would never again hear from either one of them if it wasn’t for me messaging Christiane first.

Last night I had what I’d described as spam dreams. I suspect I have spam dreams, life reflection dreams, dream premonitions, and possible glimpses into other dimensions when I dream.

It’s the quick and senseless dreams that I write off as just junk dreams. Like being indoors somewhere and suddenly hearing a kettle whistle on a stove that was outside and about 50 feet away in damp rainy weather. As soon as I heard it I jumped up from the table I sat at talking to Tom and some other people and made a dash for the door. Tom was close behind to help me get the door open in case it got stuck or something and I ran as fast as I could to this kettle I could miraculously hear so many feet away indoors, even though I figured it was unlikely to explode or catch fire due to the rain.

Then I met some friend’s parents for the first time. I was dressed in a nice dress which they complimented. I thought of telling them that my husband was in the car and asking if he could join them, but thought better of it, not wanting to make them uncomfortable with meeting someone they didn’t expect to meet.

Then I was listening to some guy on a radio which I found delightfully amusing and entertaining and told someone that I’d met him and that his family was wonderful.