I don’t have anything all that exciting to update on other than the dreams I remember from last night and the shitty weather we’ve been having. It’s been cold, wet, and the greenest it’s been in years. 

Oh, and while my period was 9 days late last month, this month it’s a week early. No wonder I started getting slammed with water and boob soreness just a week after my last period. Gone is the predictability and clockwork regularity. So is the pain, too. It’s weird, but I never needed to take anything last month, and so far this month I’m pain-free as well. 

“Just like the more I study languages, the more I learn, the longer I live here, the more I learn about the people here at Marbridge.” 

That’s what I said in my journal in my dreams last night. Only in the dream, “Marbridge” was a large condo or apartment building I lived in. The Marbridge I know of in real life is the group home where Molly lives. 

I realized after posting the entry that I should delete the name so no one would know where I lived. 

One of the “neighbors” might have been a large black woman who drove an SUV in which I was in the back seat. She nearly hit a stucco wall, perhaps because she was pissed. 

I handwrote in a bag full of journals one by one and then took pictures of them to post online, in another dream. 

I was helping Tammy clean her house in yet another dream in preparation for people who were to move in with her and Mark. I was surprised to learn a total of 7 people would soon be living there. 

Then it was wintertime and we were at the beach we spent our summers at when I was a child. The cottages were empty since it was cold in Connecticut and during the off-season. It seemed Tom and I had no place else to go, though, so we broke into one so we could escape the streets. I was walking around outside one day and realized I should probably get inside in case anyone came down to check on the area and spotted me.