I'm not sure if my new hormone regimen is doing the trick, or simply that life is just so wonderful and happy that I am on a permanent cloud 9. Either way, I have been feeling so good and my self esteem has been way up there recently.
It's amazing how it has all changed over the past years to where I truly appreciate where I am in my life right now.
On a side note but another neat turn, one of my coworkers is playing an older version of D&D--2nd edition to be exact. She didn't have any of the books, and interestingly enough, I have a collection of a few from my old days that are all worn out from playing through the years with my old friends that abandoned me.
Today, I brought them in and handed them to her with a smile. She was so happy and appreciative, and I'm happy to be close the cover on that old chapter of my life.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Interesting Dream
So I had a very interesting dream or dreams last night.
The first dream was very realistic and peculiar. It was in China and apparently I was a Chinese woman who was a supervisor at a nuclear waste disposal facility. Before the dream occurred, there was a prelude saying that 20-40 workers died from radiation exposure that occurred during the event. Then it went on to the dream where I am browsing through a massive warehouse with other workers. Suddenly, we spot a metal bin that has a huge puddle of watery stuff next to it.
I told everyone to get out. I'm screaming this in this weird high pitched girly voice and then I quick pull up my cell phone to call the Premier. I get his secretary on the phone and I'm shaking and nervous and she transfers me to him. After getting the cordials out of the way I let him know that there was an incident and he sounds really worried. We both seem to know that this is a horrible thing, and that's when the dream ended.
I get the impression that this was some sort of premonition or that maybe it did happen? I don't know why I would dream of myself as a Chinese woman, since that's never happened before. Who knows!
The last dream was really weird as well, but more in line with my normal dreams. I was over at Miley Cyrus and her friend's house with Monica and my dad. I was kinda sad because they were gearing up for homecoming and getting all dressed and pretty, while Monica and I weren't able to attend. My dad was very nice to Monica and I as Miley and her friend left and we were stuck in the house. Then the lights went out in the house and I lost track of both Monica and my dad.
The first dream was very realistic and peculiar. It was in China and apparently I was a Chinese woman who was a supervisor at a nuclear waste disposal facility. Before the dream occurred, there was a prelude saying that 20-40 workers died from radiation exposure that occurred during the event. Then it went on to the dream where I am browsing through a massive warehouse with other workers. Suddenly, we spot a metal bin that has a huge puddle of watery stuff next to it.
I told everyone to get out. I'm screaming this in this weird high pitched girly voice and then I quick pull up my cell phone to call the Premier. I get his secretary on the phone and I'm shaking and nervous and she transfers me to him. After getting the cordials out of the way I let him know that there was an incident and he sounds really worried. We both seem to know that this is a horrible thing, and that's when the dream ended.
I get the impression that this was some sort of premonition or that maybe it did happen? I don't know why I would dream of myself as a Chinese woman, since that's never happened before. Who knows!
The last dream was really weird as well, but more in line with my normal dreams. I was over at Miley Cyrus and her friend's house with Monica and my dad. I was kinda sad because they were gearing up for homecoming and getting all dressed and pretty, while Monica and I weren't able to attend. My dad was very nice to Monica and I as Miley and her friend left and we were stuck in the house. Then the lights went out in the house and I lost track of both Monica and my dad.
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