Ooooh, I have some peppermint oil! I'll try sniffing on that a bit! Thanks for the advice!
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?
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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