What dreams.

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Some visitors... I think they picked me up to take me to a meeting.  Discussing some things, mortgage, else.  They meant to give off a dire feel.  It... really didn't matter.  Further, I turned the event into a festive thing, much to their chagrin.  And, despite themselves, and myself being a stick in the mud often, we ended up having a good time.  Their moody warnings were completely undone.

It started, I think, with the purchase or sale of a car of some sort, with someone else entirely.  While in the discussions, I told him a bit about myself.  As it ended up, he invited me to dine with himself, his wife, and some friends of a... questionable nature.  Elites who believed they truly were better than most of us.

I may not have fixed that, but I certainly gave them pause.  For people who couldn't sort calculus from logic, economics from government influences, or a few other things, they... really didn't know anything.  They had become filthy rich doing at best amoral things, abiding the government and knowing rule changes and such ahead of time, in order to change their cash flows to be ahead of regulations.  Government allowed, created, insider traders.  Horrible, little, petty, people, who thought only those even richer than themselves were better, or... for now.  I don't think they had met a real people, who was aware and not a climber, in a long time.  Even my new friends was more of a climber than a real.  He... only invited me to, potentially, do exactly what I did.

While it might seem a good dream, that last one, it wasn't.  It is like having a nightmare that the world is a horrible, murderous, jealous, pedophilic, people-hating place, from the top to the middle ranks, and always have been.  Then, to realize, it really is.  On top of everything else, that makes one want to die, more even than poor health might.  It is easier to live, believing people wish to be good, do the right things, know what those are, and try... only fail sometimes.  Realizing the whole elite sector is made of, essentially, vampires of one sort or another, the walking dead of soul, is terrible.  Wealth makes right, right?  Ugh.  So easy to slip into that... with enought income and access, and friends in the right places.  Friends?  Mutual blind eye followers into the darkness...  But don't think they aren't looking for a way to profit from you, blackmail you, eat you alive.  You have no friends in hell, on earth or else.  Nor are you a friend.

In the last dream, I was invited to a neighbor's home for dinner.  And, in spite of, again, being a stick in the mud, or an oddball, I, again, elevated the event to a more festive thing.  I wasn't trying to be the center of attention, avoided politics and religion, as we aren't in agreement on those, and just stuck to a few things which were positive.  Did well.  People walked away a little... happier?

I woke in quite a positive mood.  A little later, 07:34, I think.  I had gone to bed around 00:43 or such.  So, it was okay.  I left the windows open.  Got to 68 up there, which was fine.  Left the door to the downstairs open.  Sam came up and visited several times.  Sassy didn't visit, that I know of.  Slept well, woke even better.

Got the litter, then  the girls fed.  Decided to actually get dressed, even if a shower is in the works.  Then fed and watered the ducks, and at least changed the waterers for rabbits.  I have to get another bag, the last bag I think, of their feed in.  I think a bag of that feed has been stolen.  I was three bags up, last time I ordered.  Should have been enough for another month and an half.  All gone in a month, from having those three, and one nearly full one on the porch in use.  Cat litter, also, is going missing by the box full.  I try to keep it locked up, and I don't leave, but I sleep so heavily, and the thieves seem to know when to hit.

Anyway...  I will get on to waking a bit, then a few chores and tasks.  Then... Well, food first, actually.  A few cheese sandwiches.  The trick to those not getting boring?  Just a bit at any time.  At most four or five slices of a cheese, making it different each time, if often just two or three slices... cheddar this time, colby or jack or swiss the next.  And, changing the meat from package to package, if I generally don't open two at once.  Perhaps two of those snacks/meals a day.  It's almost a treat more than food.  But not too much, at three pieces of thin deli, of salt or else at once or in total.  And it is so easy.

Yes, a meal.  Of sorts.  Though, this morning, I may have shirred eggs, with broccoli and/or cauliflower, deli meats... two slices will do three to four dishes, and a bit of cream or milk.  Whole raw milk works as well, just adding more carbs, less fat.  I have a flew au gratin platters, set to arrive today.  Smaller, should do three eggs at once, maybe four, with the fixings.  Could only find a four to six pack, but that will do.  Later.