More dreams.

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I think that is three nights running where dreams have been seemingly a major part of my sleep.  I remember three from last night, wait, four?  In the first a younger woman wanted me to take her to the movies, she had to drag me out of bed.  Hey, I was in pajamas, it was kosher.  For some reason I was living with her and her parents.  Her father for sure but maybe her mother too (can't always tell with women though, they can love you or hate your guts and act... pretty much the same if they see you as superior, otherwise okay, plan on poisoning you, or some other things).  Anyway, that was the pretty much the whole of the dream.  Well, she did get her way but I don't know if the dream ended or the rest of it was lost to me.  Why was she so insistent though?

The next dream was of me taking a younger women (a different one, one I know) to the movies.  She was reluctant this time.  I had no intention, by the way, of actually watching the movie.  That's all I am saying.  And no, this isn't the time of drive in theaters, so there are limits with crowds around.  In various discussions with me I got the feeling she thought marrying, perhaps more so marrying me than typical, would be like her resigning her life.  I got her into a conversation and explained, after she admitted this, that if my health didn't kill me, on it's own, say 20 years ago, that it wasn't likely to soon.  Besides I suggested, while getting married and perhaps more so marrying me might be like crawling into the crypt, the truth is she is already in the crypt whether she knows it or not.  Her choices are simple, to be in the crypt with someone or to remain in it alone.  I have a way of just... making people feel better, don't I?  Hush you, yeah you, in the peanut gallery.

Another dream was of my mother finding a husband.  Rich?  He had his home away from business on a mountain, rather higher up.  He owned the mountain.  It was literally a mansion.  The road to it was of Autobahn quality, which was required for high-grade construction.  Anyway, my mother and myself were 20 years younger than now, but somehow she was living with me in my home here at the time, to help me with my health.  Not wanting to abandon me, she was torn.  He simply offered to buy me out at full price and deal with the property as he saw fit (meaning he paid for the loan and paid me it's purchase price as well), giving me a large suite in the mansion, and a servant for cleaning.  Well, okay.  The thing was, he merely married her for her to manage his estate there, cook when he was home, he was home just on the weekends if then, and having some marital relations.  When he was gone there were to be no questions about his doings.  I didn't get the logic of it, his mansion staff wasn't reduced, he had a chef on duty and other cooks for the lesser meals.  Dreams just are what they are I suppose.

And there was one last one that I remember.  I was living with some friends I met through a better cousin.  Oh, they do take in strays once in a while too.  My uncle, who passed away many years, was also living there somehow.  I had been living with them previously but became hospitalized or something, and owed my uncle a bit of money for some reason.  Returning to their somewhat shabby dusty but large house? several story apartment? I got everyone paid off, then settled in.  This place they were staying was since their move from the first place I had stayed with them, so we had to figure out arrangements, and did.  I was still driving the Camaro, oddly.  In any case, I was driving through the city (smallish, blue collar, strongly on the seedy side as towns go).  I saw something dangerous in the road.  I stopped, jumped out (keys in the car) to retrieve the material and get it off the road.  The items were a half-block back.  When returned to my car, a black thug was trying to take my car (somehow my car morphed from a hard-t-top to a convertible, never mind they got the color right.  Ha.  He was having troubles though, and when I approached, he had gotten out to check something, also leaving the keys in the ignition.  I merely got in and headed out.  Neither of us really wanted to fuss over it, but as I was driving away, he laughingly held up my cd collection and made some snide remark.  I figured he was packing, most thugs do.  As I was looking back at him I noticed he'd lost something too.  He had put a bunch of packages in my back seat.  I had a feeling it was money.  On the nose.  Over a million dollars, I counted up to that anyway.  I kept it a secret, made sure I was as untraceable as possible, helped the family I was living with, and enjoyed the thing with a smirk for the rest of my days.  The hardest thing was remembering all the cd's to replace.  Oh, and the family I was living with had started thinking about going back to Church.  They asked me about things and I asked if they were going to the Catholic Church.  Their response?  Is there a difference between Churches?  Urhm, it had... probably been a while since either had been to Church.  I did have some advice, on whichever Church or denomination they chose though.  Going to Church is really good at first, but as people get to know you... it does get a little tight.  Just... the way it is.  As Americans, we are no longer familiar with people knowing things, as in small towns and close-knit Church communities.  We are thinned skinned and prone to righteous and wrongous paranoia.  It IS a bit of a culture shock.  It is part of my problem with Church, if not the largest one since I am not able to go as often as I would like.

There were others, but that is all I can pull out of the memory pail this morning.  There are things I am not writing that I remember, not because they aren't g-rated (kissing or intending to kiss is g-rated, right?), but because they are even more extraneous that what I DID right.  Actually, I did pretty good remembering the dreams from last night.  I woke at around midnight, and was up for an hour or two.  I focused on getting back to bed and was able to sleep, thankfully.  I have a day schedule going and hope to keep it that way.  But the notion is very fragile for me.  I simply can't sleep and wake on a regular pattern, sometimes needing more sleep, sometimes just not being able to sleep, and the worst is a combination of those.

The girls have been fed, the litter cleaned, altogether.  I had no idea about cat regularity, but it seems they aren't.  Neither relieves themselves on a daily basis, though Sam does go out and may prefer to do her duty outside.  But with as much as Sassy eats...  I'm surprised she doesn't simply explode.  Perhaps it is the onset of cooler weather, and trying to fatten up for winter though, too?  Dunno.  Oh what a merry mix house chores and science makes sometimes, though, innit?  At least I am not dissecting and examining the fecal matter under a microscope!

Good day.