A collection of dreams I’ve had recently, as written in my dream journal:
050520 Dec 19
Veronica showing someone around as I was tidying up. Saw that she wanted me to tidy one part in particular. Went and began to tidy it…
I fell back to sleep shortly after. Unsure as to what else happened.
ENDS
~
280315 Nov 19
Evac from a metro area with a small GP of people including Daryl (Norman Reedus).
Ended up inside a small compound which was familiar to me and a couple others. We shut off the only entrance to it from the train station.
Things got dark and a small team headed off to a contested area. Me and Daryl teamed up and headed through what looked like barracks. A girl approached us at speed – and despite me wanting to shoot her – she ended up being friendly. She spoke of the teens who’d gone missing from the local school. They seemed familiar.
ENDS
~
270230 Nov 19
Celebrating a birthday when Veronica grabbed me by the neck… and I grasped at her arm, smiling in return.
ENDS
~
It would be unbecoming of myself to engage in fraternisation with the woman who helped start the company I work for… But I can’t say that I haven’t entertained the idea once or twice. Besides – either I make a move, or she’ll make it for me. Everyone at work knows she’s smitten over me; and I have no idea why.
Y’all know that “giggle” women do when they’re real into a guy, right? The one where their voice jumps up a few semitones and they’re practically gushing in front of you? That’s what she does… Whenever I approach her desk to talk about the smallest of things. Can’t say I don’t appreciate the attention, but it doesn’t do much to me these days. Right place; wrong time.
Who the fuck am I kidding with this shit…
Time for another double shot of rum. This one’s for you, SeeSmith
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Shep! My favorite writer who, as far as I know, has never published a book. How you been man? I don’t know how I ended up here today after all these years, but I see you and sammi also made an appearance so I figured I’d make a show, if only to grab my slice of 5-year-old fine aged SP cake. Where’s the party? Ps this cake tastes like rancid ass.
Also in another wacky coincidence, I happen to be on my 2nd shot of rum. If SeeSmith shows up tell him I want a lap dance. I don’t even know what that means,
Apparently SeeSmith won’t be making any appearances. Cancer. Peace be with him.
I sat here for a good 10 minutes not knowing how to react. From what I remember of his last posts, he sounded like he had buried his demons, and I always got a good feeling that he was one of the few who made it out of here feeling much better than when he arrived.
According to freeRoma, he passed in his sleep surrounded by family and friends. He did make it out.
Pardon me for sticking my nose in here… but learning about SeeSmith’s death is shocking, even if I wasn’t friends with him. He was a nice man. Hopefully he’s at peace.
You and your dreams.. I’ve wondered if they mean more in part because you keep a dream journal instead of letting them pass.
you never do seem to fathom a reason why. Never quite a right time, eh? Always a day there will be time enough, hopefully by then the fires have stopped cropping up. One day..
He’d likely have tequila, can’t say I’ve tried it.
Ill raise a glass, some cherry vodka and cranberry juice on my part tho.
Hope you’re eating some human food, seems about lunch time for you.