last night, amid my awkward sleep i had a dream. i was in my grandparents house. it was another normal day [as the life i used to have there - or so it seemed normal with nothing else for my mind to judge it to be anything else] and i was walking toward the kitchen and i turn to my right [toward the living room] to see my grandfather [whom i lost a few years back], looking better than ever and how i imagined him as a little girl. he grabbed me and hugged me and said my name like he had been looking for me for a long time and finally found me. i shouted his name right back and returned the biggest hug i can ever remember receiving, even though it was in a dream. everything felt normal for a second, as we hugged. like i knew this was going to happen and my grandfather never passed away. everything was normal again for a half a second. it was harmony. so many thoughts came to my mind like, how i’m going to spend the rest of my day and “it feels nice to be normal again.” as that feeling of relief comes after a great sorrow that happens in our day-to-day lives. i was completely happy. then like that, it all began to slowly deteriorate from me and it was all over.
i felt like that was him contacting me, telling me i’m okay and not to worry so much because of how my life has been lately. i almost broke down crying at work today because of my mental analyzation of said dream. i’m so happy yet at the same time of course i miss him so i had to stop thinking about it for the time being. this coming along side another dream of me being pregnant, which was also incredibly odd. i was in my third trimester and my stomach had appeared to not be as big as it should be. like, i was carrying a still born. everybody was coming to my baby shower and happy for me but i was petrified. i was so excited to be pregnant but terrified, assuming i was carrying something i would never get to meet.
all in all, a very odd night for sleep last night was. i am to finish my peroni and relax with some netflix. good night world.
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projecting myself to higher states of mind, wealth, and positivity mean the most to me right now. i know who is coming with me and who isn’t so there is no question of who wants to come. there isn’t much room on my plane and this is how i prefer it. no. this is how i need it.
next level: ultimate success in all departments.
nobody will stop me.
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If you’re like me then you’re dying to know where the term “living room” comes from. Well friends…it was the habit (not anymore of course) to hold the viewing and wake at home, at the front parlor. They called it “the death room.” The Ladies Home Journal in 1910 declared the “Death Room” as no more and henceforth the parlor would be known as the “Living Room”.
So there, I hope you guys are finally able to sleep at night.
the vons next to me recently does not carry this anymore and my life is pretty much over ; _ ; time to talk to the manager. a good cheese sauce is hard to come by and gehl’s knows what the hell they’re doing. i told amazon to alert me when they have more available. YES MY PRECIOUS YESSSSSSSSSSS