Been trying to figure out why I’ve been having this pain in my right hip that shoots down toward my knee, but nothing I do seems to help it. It still comes and goes. I sometimes wake up in pain if I sleep on it too long.

Anyway, I can’t think of much else to say as far as real life goes, so I guess I’ll write about the strange dreams I had last night. Tom almost never remembers his dreams but I have such vivid, detailed dreams.

In one dream I was back in the Phoenix house. I don’t know where Tom was, but I was putting food into a giant rat cage and also a giant tank that housed several guinea pigs. My cousin Philip was there. The sun was setting and we were about to go on a long drive and be gone somewhere for a week. “Let me run and pee and then we’ll get going,” I told him. I have no idea where we were really going, though.

In another dream, I was in a bedroom that was of average size with large windows on two walls. I was writing on my computer about how much I loved the new place we moved to, saying I never closed the blinds. Only I would never say that for real because I love to sleep in pitch darkness. I hate sleeping when the moon is full and would especially hate to have the sun shining in on me. Another problem was that there were a bunch of tall buildings outside one of the windows which made me think it was in some city that I would never “love.”

In the last dream, we got temporary use of our Maricopa house, and Jesse got to stay in a trailer in back of it. Other than his dogs going off when he’d take off, I bawled my eyes out over how much I missed having such a nice new spacious home, though I certainly didn’t miss my old life that went with the place when our old neighbors were obsessively stalking me through the law and then some. The house still smelled new.

Tom and I picked out an outfit for me to enter some beauty pageant for older women they were to have in Phoenix, but even though I searched through all the drawers and closets (I guess the new owners left their furniture in the place) I couldn’t find it.

Then I saw a garbage truck approaching and saw that trash day was still Wednesday. That was all wrong, though, cuz there were no trash or mail services there. By now there might be because the town had been growing really fast.

Next I was out jogging on the land as the sun was setting when I remembered where the outfit was. But by the time I ran into the house to get it, I saw that Tom had fallen asleep on the couch, so I decided to forget it, figuring we wouldn’t get to Phoenix on time anyway.

Guess that’s it other than that Marie, whom I’ve been swapping messages with for the last few hours, said she heard a rumor about Laurie M being gay. I didn’t think she was gay, but what was I to know as a 16-year-old walking pharmacy? I mean, sure, a few of the staffers were obvious like Lisa, Ellen, Mary and Jennifer, but Laurie? Hmm…