It’s one thing to have nightmares. It’s another to have them when you’re psychic. Really hope the thyroid-related dream I had doesn’t mean anything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it did. After nearly 9 years, that’s pretty much common sense anyway. It was one of those vague dreams where I remember feeling hypo symptoms even though they didn’t feel as they normally would in real life. I felt hopeless in the dream knowing it was from my thyroid and that there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

Then I had these weird dreams about some guy blowing up cars in a parking lot. Us being in an apartment that they were connecting via stairs. Then there was one with Nane. She lived in a huge apartment building and I’m guessing I did too. Someone stole some cosmetics from her and wanted me to return them, but I was afraid to because I didn’t want her to think I was the one who stole them. So I was thinking of getting a bag to stick them in, leaving them on her doorknob, and then running for the elevator before she got to the door.

We’re having our second cool spell since we’ve been here. If I’m in a robe and slippers, it’s too cold. It rained on and off all night last night, and I was telling Tom how it’s been raining like crazy all of a sudden in Cali and how it was disappointing that it waited until we left. But then he had a very good point when he said that was actually a good thing because the roof was on its last leg. That’s so true too. It was. That’s why it would sometimes stink when it would rain because it was leaking into the attic area. I hated that rotten wood smell. Poor Debbie! LOL.

I don’t know why, but they had problems getting the oil diffuser to me and canceled the order. I decided to just skip it for now rather than look for another one because we’ve got enough stuff coming and I can always burn incense when I’m in the back office.

I sent copies of my Rep group rant to Eugenia, the co-founder of the app, as well as Charlotte, who used to be a Mod. Charlotte surprised me by saying she totally understands my being sick of the positive toxicity, which is why she hasn’t been a Mod for three years. I didn’t expect a reply from either one of them, and while I didn’t get a reply from Eugenia, I was surprised to get an understanding one from Charlotte who lives in Germany. Not that I have anything against Germans, of course, but since I’ve had mostly bad luck with the ones I’ve interacted with, I’m hesitant to strike up any kind of friendship.

It’s so true, though, about the toxic positivity as she said. Like the person who wants to bury their head in the sand in the name of political correctness and be all positive and nicey-nicey when it comes to Muslims. No matter how shitty they treat people, we must, must, must say nothing but warm, fuzzy things about them! eye-roll

Mia went on a funny Facebook rant the other day. She was warning me how dangerous they are and how they’re slowly chipping away at people’s privacy. Then she wanted to take me into the woods and show me her tits.