Seriously, I just woke up from a nap where I was having a happy dream. This is a big deal to me because my dreams are always violent, because I’ve carried suppressed rage all my life. If I wasn’t so stubbornly sane I would have made a damn good serial killer or hit man. Things happened in my past that pissed me off so badly that even when I learned to stop thinking about them in daily life they’ve always been there in dreams.
Having a really happy dream is a big deal. This is the first one I’ve had that I can remember, it’s been so long. Not just years, decades, too long. I think I might be finally letting go of all that shit. I sure hope so, I want more happy dreams.
See, this is why I’m willing to pay the expenses of maintaining this blog. Only two people in the world even read it, instead of everyone including the CIA and The Yellow Peril, so I can say what I want without it coming back to me in some way I didn’t anticipate, like the people getting thrown in prison for speaking out on Facebook. I can even blither on blissfully about my happy dream.
Yeh, of course it’s old age. So what?
I read it!!