Skimmed an article about the latest attack on Jews in the UK. When are the fucking Muslims going to leave them alone?

Tom just left to donate, and I’m tired once again. We raised the pressure half a point, and “chipmunks” woke me up four different times, so I’m kind of tired. Plus, I had a nightmare and a bunch of weird dreams for some reason.

In the nightmare, I lived in some place where part of it had glass walls. I saw a group of maybe half a dozen boys in their late teens to early 20s picking up rocks, and I knew they were going to try to break in by smashing a window, so I was terrified. I ran out of the house and started running. I managed to kick one of the guys chasing me, who went down, but I was still terrified because I was way outnumbered.

Then I had other dreams. In one, I dreamed about Irma, with whom I had a very interesting conversation. In the dream, Irma was still living near us, and I was over at her place. It was funny because she was marveling over my leg hairs being two or three inches long, lol. I ended up falling asleep there, and when I woke up around midnight, I went back to our house. Then I realized I hadn’t brought my phone or some other things back with me, and I was pissed because I knew their door would automatically lock me out. Because I had to sleep most of the day, I knew I couldn’t get my stuff back until later the next afternoon. So I wasn’t too happy with that.

Then I dreamed that I discovered Aly was still alive. She’d never died, and somehow she had enlisted Kim and Molly to keep it a secret. Rather than being happy to see her again, I was furious that she would do that to me—create this fake story, make it look like she was dead, and leave me heartbroken for so long. I approached her, yelling, and I slapped her across the face, but she just sat there smiling as if to say, “Go ahead, do something I can really nail your ass with.” It was not a good dream at all.

Mary, the one I knew from jail, even appeared in a lot of my dreams a while back. She was very skinny in the dream, even though in real life she’s put on some middle-aged weight. She had hair past her ass and looked great. I knew that in comparison, I looked like shit. I told her she looked good, and there was someone else we were talking with, too. I said I’d gained a lot of weight over the years. She emphasized the word yes in response, as if to say, “Yeah, no shit, I can really see it.”

Mary didn’t just look good in the dream but was living quite lavishly—big house, lots of land, fancy stuff. She started looking for the small horse she had, and she found it taking a nap in a very small, shallow pond. She reached down and took its reins to get it to stand up.

My cousin Sharyn was in some dreams too, but I don’t remember the details. I guess I wanted to or was thinking of seeing her as a client, even though I knew it would be unethical because we knew each other.

No funny lump-like feeling in my neck lately, no throat tickle. If it wasn’t a nodule or a cyst that swelled and then shrank, then it’s probably exercise-related. If I can ever get my fucking energy back long enough, I’ll start ramping up the aerobics again and see if that sensation returns.

Downloaded BitLife. It’s okay. Not the most fun game. It’s one of those where you live two or three lives, then you’ve seen what it has to offer, and delete it. In my first life, I lived in some Scandinavian country for 78 years, then died of epilepsy at 48 in Caracas, Venezuela. Now I think I’m in Australia. I’m only about 50, so I haven’t lived that life completely yet.

• Current Mood:  frustrated