If I could NOT dream vividly about dying and being largely unable to reach my friends and family, I’d be grateful.
On the other hand, apparently there’s a whole culture, including what are essentially nurses who help you cope with issues afterward (apparently somehow menstruation and birth control are still important?) and there are ravenous huge bats in abandoned buildings at night (can you tell I was reading a zombie book before falling asleep?).
Also, photos taken by livin’ folk were Harry-Potter-esque, for me. I tricked work into making me a key, and the dream ended when I made my way (with the support of other friends who died) to a party where I was finally able to talk to them and say ‘I miss you so much’ and to have them wrap their arms around me, together, and say ‘I miss you too.’
*rubs eyes* You’d have to be a cold sonofabitch not to wake up crying to that.
Bleah. Happy Thanksgiving! I’m grateful for all the people who make my life so wonderful and valued, who offer me intimate friendship and laughter, and who I would miss so terribly if they weren’t in my life.
Guess I’ll go play Fable II or something instead of clinging to a sleeping Lucypants.
As always, mom has an open door for my friends for thanksgiving and she makes too much food, so if you have nowhere to be or you just want to stop by for a visit, call me.
*hugs*
I am Soooo thankful for you and all the rest of my friends. Thanks for the cute photo too.
*love and hugs*
You were in it, naturally.