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Date: 2017-06-02 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-06-02 05:23 pm (UTC)Then I had to go to a funeral. I started coughing during every hymn - from trying to mime the words while breathing, every time the Vicar prayed, and several more times during the interment ceremony. :( Am I ever glad to be home, because I hurt all over.
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Date: 2017-06-03 04:28 pm (UTC)P.S. I'm a teeny bit addicted to menthol. I think I'm allergic to this town I live in, because my sinuses are constantly overactive, so I keep a jar of menthol handy at all times. The smell is emotionally satisfying, too. X)
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Date: 2017-06-03 06:01 pm (UTC)Somehow, I'm in ever worse shape today, but I haven't noticed so much, because I've slept. At least the mucus is leaving my lungs, and becoming easier to dislodge, which makes me hope the cold is waning. I had this really weird dream, which was another episode of that "series" where my parents are in a room I walk into, but I know they're actually dead and won't be staying. This "episode" I realised that ghosts aren't scary as long as they're visible. Mom turned invisible as she walked up the stairs, and I saw the doors open and close on their own, and right then I was spooked. But out on the porch, which does not exist anymore, they were both visible again, but Dad had taken on the appearance of my boss, which I didn't react to because it was a dream, etc. It's possibly not that weird, because Bossman's primary identity is as a father (figure) to 8 kids.
Also in the dream, my old friend Maggie decided we should take a late bus over to the city where I went to college. I was wearing a stupid outfit with a knee-lenght orange gauze skirt, boots and high socks and some kind of jacket. T'anamika would have loved it. The bus wouldn't go, and instead Maggie got stuck watching a whole lot of small kids. I love how her parents' house looks in dreams. It's pretty big and fascinating in real life too, with several floors and extentions, that make it almost like a labyrinth. In dreams it's almost electric.
There was also a weird interlude, where we used some sort of old-time 3d picture-viewing device, with a diorama of animals. Old, stuffed animals. There was a lion, two bears, a giraffe, and some others that didn't really register. That person who explains stuff in my dreams, explained that these animals had been on display in my garden, back when the Posh Lady lived here. The giraffe had been the oldest, and not properly preserved, so it rotted from within. It had stood where our old plum tree did, and had suffered the same fate of collapsing upon itself. We got to see a recreation of it, and it was pretty nasty. The other animals became unfashionable.
When I tried to explain to Mom and Dad who the children running aroun were, I said that they were my cousin's grandchildren. The twins belonged to her son, and the youngest was actually her own last runt, born 15 years after the last one. (Who was almost almost controversally younger than his siblings when he was born.) Okay, women her age do give birth these days, but she had a hysterectomy while Mom was still alive, so it would have made no sense to Mom if she really was a visitor from the afterlife. I don't think I would have been allowed to give her true updates on our family, though. It just seems... dangerous?
My head hurts, and I want to sleep! :C
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Date: 2017-06-04 06:13 pm (UTC)It's good you've had the weekend to rest. A lot of people go out anyway, but the best thing in the world for an illness is to stay in bed (unless you absolutely have to go to work, of course). My grandmother was really adamant about that. She also taught how to avoid catching colds: Never touch your eyes or your nose with your fingertips. Germs reside there, picked up from stuff you touch, so you should also wash your hands as often as possible. Also, if someone with a cold coughs or sneezes, stop breathing and get out of there if you can. X) This one time my cousin and I were in line at a checkstand, and some guy came behind us and started coughing his lungs up. We could have stepped out of the line, but we didn't. We went back to my house, and a few hours later we both started feeling like death. We'd caught the flu. X( I had a fever of 102, and it felt like I was seeing through a very long tunnel. I remember being so hot that I had to keep my hair in a tight bun. X( X(
That's definitely a cold-induced dream! The sicker you are, the more wacky detail your subconscious throws in. For the lulz, or because it's disturbed? I know we've talked about "visitation dreams" of people who have passed on--from what I understand, if they do anything to scare you, or if the general feeling of the dream is negative, then it's not really a visitation. They would never want to scare us or make us feel bad. Sometimes they may tell us stuff we didn't want to hear, but the mood will never be negative.
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Date: 2017-06-04 07:13 pm (UTC)I'm feeling a lot less congested tonight, but my head still throbs like a sore thumb. It's worst whenever I have to cough. At least I can press a pillow against my chest, to restrict how much my lungs can vibrate by a bit, but I can't restrict my brain from feeling like it's exploding.
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Date: 2017-06-05 05:28 pm (UTC)I looooooove Pål Waaktaar's lyrics! I love this video because it depicts him being a thoughtful writer. X) "My pains fade as the interiors fog"! When I was a teenager, I was always morbidly thrilled when he mentioned death. I think when I bought Stay on These Roads (on cassette!), the first thing I did was scan the lyrics for mentions of death. XD And Morten Harket was one of my first crushes!
Hey, look at that! Someone made a Lost Boys fan video to "Scoundrel Days"! Ohmahgawsh! And I just dreamed of the Lost Boys last night. I'll have to PM you, because it was interesting.
Ugh, I know about the head pounding! STAAAAAHHHHHPPPP!!! Please?
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