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Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

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The dreams continued last night, so much so that I slept until nearly 3 PM. I woke up plenty of times but didn’t want to get out of bed, so I just kept going back to sleep. I felt like I was having a good dream but it may have been a mixture of sorts. I could not tell you where one dream started or stopped, so as far as I know, it was just one big dream. I will grace over s few themes that I felt were important.

This was the second dream to include a bicycle in the last few nights. Each time the bike looked similar. Last night it occurred later in the dream. I was alone and going down a steep bike path. It was rocking and all over the place. I seemed to be doing just fine but when I got to the bottom of the hill it seemed to be a dead end into someone’s house. I started to crawl under a fence and a small dog came up to me and growled. I stepped back and eventually an old man on a golf cart came up on the side of the fence with the house. He told me that I passed the last exit back there about a half of a mile. I looked back up the hill trying to figure out how I could ever get back up there when my friends showed up on the other side and the guy left me go through his fence. At this point in my dream, I didn’t know if she was still with my friends, but there she was with the rescue crew and I was so excited to see that she had not gone home yet.

Prior to that I had been in a panic. My grandmother’s house was being sold and I could not afford to buy it. I was beyond distraught. That is about where my love entered the dream. She was always right there with my trying to help me come up with a plan.

There were several other scenarios in the dream but I can’t even think of them right now. We kept getting separated but every time that I would meet back up with my friends, she was always right there with them smiling at me.

Tonight, I read this article and took a pretty nice picture of the full moon.

How to Photograph The Moon (With 10 Great Examples)
Taken with my Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XT which is 8 MP because it’s old.

According to Dream Moods, Dream Dictionary:

Bicycle

To dream that you are riding a bicycle signifies your desires to attain a balance in your life. You need to balance work and pleasure in order to succeed in your current undertakings. If you have difficulties riding the bicycle, then it suggests that you are experiencing anxieties about making it on your own. If you are riding a push bike, then it means that you want to move forward at your own pace and by your own power.

To see a  bicycle in your dream indicates that you need to devote time to leisurely pursuits and recreation.

If the color of the bicycle was particularly important or memorable, then the dream often relates to specific childhood memories. If you had a yellow bicycle or the neighbor down the street had a red one, then the dream is about what you were going through during that period of your life.

The bicycle in both dreams were grey or silver but I don’t know what that would mean.

House

To see a house in your dream represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the subconscious, etc. If the house is empty, then it indicates feelings of insecurity. If the house is shifting, then it suggests that you are going through some personal changes and changing your belief system. To dream that a house has no walls represents a lack of privacy. You feel that everyone is looking over your shoulder or up in your business.

Rock

To see a rock in your dream symbolizes strength, permanence, stability and integrity, as conveyed in the common phrase “as solid as a rock”. The dream may also indicate that you are making a commitment to a relationship or that you are contemplating some changes in your life  that will  lay the groundwork for a more solid foundation. Alternatively, a rock represents stubbornness, disharmony and unhappiness.

To dream that you are climbing a rock signifies your determination, ambition and struggle. If the rock is particularly steep, then it refers to obstacles and disappointments.

If you are walking on rocks in your dream, then it indicates that you are on shaky ground. You may be involved in an uneasy situation. The dream may also be telling you not to get too comfortable or too arrogant.

As they turn your dream to shame

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Leave it to me to yell at myself in my sleep. I would love to say, I used to struggle with a few things – and then I remind myself.. that when I least expect it, my sub-conscience makes sure to jump in and make sure I don’t forget. I guess the trust is, I am completely scared of life and most importantly genuine emotions.

On a short drive to a friend’s house, I reflected on how I least expected that in my dream. I can only tell that by my reaction. I seemed confused and completely off guard which wouldn’t be the case at all. I usually proceed with caution – but this time it wasn’t at that house, it was somewhere else, that I have not seen before.

When I got to Jeremy’s, he was watching Les Miserables. I walked in seconds after this song started and like the drama music boy that he is, he paused the movie to tell me the long back story and make sure that my heart was completely broken before I watched the following scene. I caught myself thinking, “I don’t usually pay attention to the crap on his TV, but when I do, of course it’s something like this.”

I Dreamed a Dream

It was the single most depressing scene to hear about. I didn’t see much else of the movie because I was not there very long. Well – she dies, that was sad. It was enough to set the perspective straight for a little while at least.

I promise you I’d never give up

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That dream played over and over in my head today, even though I was quite busy, I still couldn’t shake it. When I first woke up from it, I was still pretty nervous – feeling like I just got screamed at in my face extremely aggressively but the more time passed, the more I just felt the elated emotions of her reaction.

There were moments in the day when I had the attitude of, “What the hell is he doing in my dreams? This is not how that is supposed to go.” I feel pretty stupid when I enjoy my dreams so much. There I was, in dreamland spending time with my dream lady – and there comes Mr. Ironic to fuck everything up. He isn’t quite a ‘beautiful wife’ by any means but that doesn’t mean that my heart doesn’t feel like it once in a while. Let it be known that my dream self does not plan to be submissive again. HAH okay I am joking – even if my compartmentalization game is strong, I can’t actually control my dreams or the way they leave me feeling.

This morning was actually my psych appointment. I have to go every 3 months because in early 2018. I decided to try going to MHMR since I felt the need to prove to everyone that I was trying not to be a raging asshole all of the time. Since then, my job has chanced and I escaped the abusive relationship that I ended up in so there really isn’t much left to talk about. He asks me about my dreams. I have shared themes of my reoccurring dreams with he, he confirmed they were anxiety dreams but I don’t typically share many details with him about anything. He knows that I am in love with someone that isn’t allowed to see me. On that front, he has actually been quite supportive. He has never told me that I should stay away from her or distance myself as he had about my ex and my previous job. He had wanted me to seek employment somewhere else, but I told him it simply wasn’t economical for me to do so – but then last year, they laid me off, so that took care of that problem.

Today, I told him about how the baby screaming and Shawn’s dogs whining really got to me the other day. I didn’t tell him that I took a Xanax over it and went to sleep. Those are supposed to be for emergencies – but when I was doing my best to be nice to a screaming kid that wanted the exact keyboard that I was using for more than an hour straight, I just couldn’t deal anymore.

What I want to know is why my dream self sheepishly just walked away when I was told to? Shouldn’t I be some sort of badass in my dreams? Couldn’t I have extended my overly muscely arm over and picked him up by the neck and told him, “If you fucking hurt her, I will kill you.” That’s what my dream self should do. Instead, I stood there as he screamed in my face telling me to get the hell out of his house. Once I was not frozen with fear, I started to leave, only pausing at the door to walk back and ask her is she was okay. That’s when she begged me just to go and said she would catch up with me shortly. I think one of the hardest parts about the dream is the her facial expressions that are stuck in my mind. She seemed so afraid and panicked. I just had to walk away, because I thought it was what she wanted – and it was so hard. The dream ended when I rode a silver mountain bike a few houses down to my own house.

After she said she would meet up with me soon, he added that she wouldn’t. The next moment is actually the most important part of it all because she very sternly said that she was not with him and he would not tell her what to do anymore. The strength in her voice allowed me to walk away knowing that she could emotionally handle the situation. It didn’t really make it easier, but I did walk away – because she asked me to.

If It Makes You Happy (1996)

Not a trace, of doubt in my mind

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Last night, I was at HEB when I heard this song. It may have been the Smash Mouth version, but I found myself bouncing to the beat. When I got home, I told her about the french toast bread that I bought and that I got my dog dog treats. All of it seemed to be pointless information, but when I miss her and want to talk, I tell her the dumbest shit.

Then a bit later in the night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream. It’s not often that C enters my ‘dreams’ but it happens once in a while and he scared the crap out of me last night – though I think she was more irritated or embarrassed in my dream – I was startled and surprised.

Like – what did I think would happen? I am not even sure how I ended up there in my dream, I just kind of walk up on her and a few friends doing something in a garage type room. I say something apologizing for just walking in but I didn’t know how to knock. It seemed to be a big open room. She laughed and told me it was fine. There were several people in the room and I don’t even know what we were doing but there was a table and we were looking at and talking about whatever was on the table. It seemed to be some sort of vintage technology that impressed us all but I can’t place what it actually was.

At some point, her and I were sitting in a car listening to something on the radio but that didn’t last long and we were back inside again. There was nothing suggestive or anything more than friendly in the dream but when C walked in the room, he looked straight at me and started screaming asking why I was there. Her face looked horrified, mine looked terrified. Everyone else looked extremely confused. He insulted my car, told me he was going to slash my tires if I didn’t leave right then and as I started to leave, I walked out of the room and then right back in looking straight at her asking if she was okay or if she wanted to come with me. She pleaded with me to just go. She told me that she would see me soon and she was just trying to make this as easy and painless for everyone. Somewhere in there he replied to her saying that she would see me soon – saying she wouldn’t – but she was quick to interject that they were no longer together and he would not be telling her what she could and couldn’t do anymore. He was still screaming for me to get out at the top of his lungs. I just kinda disassociated and stared off as I walked away.

There was no car outside. It was a bike and it was Emily’s bike in my dream. I got on it and rode about 4 houses down and entered my house tat was on the other side of the street. Then I woke up.

So of course, I thought it was a good idea to message her telling her I had a weird dream and telling her to come hold me. That is a rhetorical come hold me. But one all the same.

I’m a Believer (1967)

Been Waiting for Tomorrow

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This morning, I woke up from a dream – my whole body was tense and it felt like I had been having the dream for hours. I knew who it was about but I couldn’t place any details other than I was trying to get her to tell me something.

A few hours after I had been awake, some of the dream started to come back to me. My love and I were talking to my grandma and my grandma made jokes asking when I was going to get married so that I could have her a great-grand baby. My love chimed in and said, “Yeah, you better hurry up, you aren’t getting any younger.” She giggled a little and I didn’t respond right away but when we were alone, I asked her what she had said when we were with my grandma. She shied away and wouldn’t tell me what she had said but smiled and said that I knew what she had said.

That’s really all that I remember but I think it was so much more than that.

Somewhere in Between (2000)

According to SoundFacts.com this is what the song is about.

When it’s exactly 12 o’clock, midnight

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I used to have this problem with jealousy and I would end up acting pretty controlling without it being brought to my attention. When I see it with other people, it is the worst and angers me to no end, so I did everything I could to stop that behavior. For several years, I thought it was gone. I was complacent about everything but never jealous.

I realized why is vanished for a while and it was directly related to my lack of passion in life at the time. When my passion resurfaced, so did the negative feelings that went with it. Then I spent the next half of a decade trying to figure everything out and I have made a lot of progress – but these last few weeks or even months have really reminded me that its not the initial feelings that I can control but how I react to it.

So at this point, if I think something that I know is stupid and I shouldn’t say, I try my best to keep it to myself or at least express that I am not thrilled with my feelings despite having them. Hopefully she can tell the difference.. I used to be a real handful. Then a crazy woman and some kids broke me and in my journey back to the surface, her smile kept me going. It was nearly a year ago when she contacted me. I couldn’t even tell you what day but I was already aware of the lay off but that was only 2 weeks in. When I felt like I was being buried alive, she extended her hand when I least expected it. I have my theories but I never ask. My life is a better place with her in it, so I really should learn to stop concerning myself with my fears and to look forward for once. I keep trying. She makes it easier.

What Are You Doing New Years Eve? (2011)

Phew, for a minute there

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The woman that I love and I live blocks apart with a main road between us. I try to stay on my side.. but when I turn right to go down the hill, I often catch myself looking to the left where I can see up here hill. I actually feel some sort of guilt every time I catch myself looking in her direction – so often throughout history I have done everything possible to avoid it, but currently I don’t feel that bad and I don’t think she would mind if I looked her direction and saw what I perceive to be her car every once in a while.

Most everyone in my life knows that I am weird at this point. I have done my best to try not to share the details of my love affair with the world – and it really is no affair at all but it seems that everyone knows a little here and there and the small details that I do share usually leave me looking like a real fuck up – but… I could care less because the only opinion on the matter that I am concerned with is hers and I would like to think that I know a little bit about that by now.

Today, I came home on my lunch break which is a rarity but it seems that no one works on the Friday between Christmas and New Year’s Day so it leave the help desk a very slow and boring place, so I left. Somewhere in there I recognized that I am extremely spoiled but I moved past that quickly because it is all a matter of perspective.

On my way home, this time coming up the hill, I caught myself glancing right – only to see a van or something there. There is some sort of defense mechanism in my mind that leaves me making fun of myself – to myself but in an imaginary conversation with someone else. Today’s imaginary conversation was me telling her that someone is parked in her spot – because to me that is creepily hilarious.. but I only assume that she would laugh too. I hate when I am wrong about those things.

That conversation clearly didn’t happen because I appreciate her enjoying my company, but she is all too aware of my quirkiness. She may be the only person in the world that enjoys it – which leaves me the luckiest. She’s probably at work and I am here gushing about her on the internet to myself because that is totally normal. With all things considered, I just embrace it and in my heart, she does too.

If anyone else doesn’t like it – they can go fuck themselves. And that’s how I feel about that.

Creep (1992)

Karma Police (1997)

It was just the other day that I was thinking about how many times, I have accidentally said something just to have someone close to me look at me like – wow I had no idea you were a complete asshole. I suppose it affected me because I seem to think about it at all. I wouldn’t even try to explain myself because it is no one else’s business but I can assure the world that their original opinion of me is accurate as it just appears that way. I have my reasons and it is not what it looks like but there are levels to like that some people will never understand. Maybe I am wrong, but I feel like I do.

And I will write you a song

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Today, when I heard that she was sick, I was determined to learn to make vegetarian noodle soup, though I knew there wasn’t a chance that she’d ever get to try it – but before noon, I knew I was making soup for dinner.

I think I told her I was going to learn to make it for her or even practice, but I try to minimize my oddities that most laugh at – but the soup was good for anyone that would like to know.

Come Away With Me (2002)

Turn Me On (2002)

For the historical record and my future book, here is my first vegetarian soup, which I named noodle noodle soup.

This was the recipe (Classic Vegan Noodle Soup) that I based it off of but there were a lot of changes, because celery is gross and I don’t know how to buy onions. Did you know pearl onions are hard to dice? I thought it was a great idea so I didn’t have to store a cut onion. I also used egg noodles since I was not concerned about the vegan aspect only vegetarian.