ravena_kade

Last night I waited up til 11 for Dad to come home. He goes to the cousins to watch ball games. Anything to get out of the house and not do anything around here. I stay up to make sure he's taken his meds and I need to calibrate the 5 AM pills to what he ate and drank while out. I wasn't in the mood for it as I was tired from cooking and doing dishes all day (The cake was just okay...I wont make it again) and disappointed about some one way situations. Spent too much time doom scrolling waiting just to be able to go to bed. I.NEED.TO.STOP.THAT.

I was in a mood when I went to bed. Kind of "Cinderella Snapped". This made my dreams really weird.

First dream I was mad that I could not do something. I dont remember what, but in a rage I beat my camera lenses against the floor. Shattering them. All of them. I woke up thinking I had actually done it in my sleep.

The second one I was driving and I had to go into Boston and I kept getting cut off by 1 car...it was herding me to go where it wanted me to...then another joined it and I couldn't get away. It lasted quite a bit. They pushed me off the Tobin bridge into the river. I felt the fall and the grill of the car hit the water... then I woke up.