So I barely slept last night.
Maybe because I don’t feel good.
I’m just unhappy.
Or maybe its the fact the dream I remember the most was of a coffin sitting in the middle of a room. It was my dad’s. I know for sure. I felt it with every fiber. Though I had just talked to him earlier that day on Father’s Day and wished him a good one. We had talked for some time. Though here in my dream was his coffin.
In the corner was this woman. She was inconsolable.
The odd part was at first she was my Grandma, who BTW hated my dad when she was alive. Then she morphed into a cousin I hadn’t seen or talked to in years. Every time I looked back to offer some aide she changed who she was.
Sigh… by the time I woke up I was so tired from trying to help in my dreams it was pointless.
Really starting to suck when I can’t find rest when I am supposed to be resting…
I need a break, a change of pace and fortune.
So… Make it to work… focus…
Work a little on those things that strike my passions
Then when things calm down and I am home… its time for my plan again.
I have a plan.
Work the plan, don’t let the plan work you.
aka Soulbound Heart