Dream Log #2

This morning I dreamt that I was in a garage moving boxes or something with some people. Beside one box was a spider. A large spider. I wasn't afraid of it, more curious about it. I didn't think it was harmful even though it was really large. It bit me when I tried to pick it up and so I went to the hospital where I had to fill out some paperwork before the doctor could see me. Strange paperwork that looked more like English homework from 2nd grade. While in the waiting room this guy started talking to me and trying to squeeze my waist. I got super annoyed and got up and left to sit down in a different area. Some nurse told me the guy was harmless and a regular at the hospital. (Mental health patient?) My spider bite started to get really big and some people came over to look at it. They were debating as to which type of spider it was that would cause a bite mark like mine. (It was cone shaped, like a very small ice cream cone, and purple/red.) While they were debating I woke up realizing my alarm had gone off 15 min's ago.

Dusty Duties

The layers of dust are thick but here's a life update:

1. My grandfather passed away last July. I took it kind of hard.
2. I am going back to school in Sept. in Orillia. It's a one year program in the right direction. I've decided to become a speech/language pathologist or perhaps an audiologist. CODA program This program is really intense and I'm excited. After I'm finished, I'm hoping to get my Masters.
3. I'm getting married on Sept. 20 and my plans are slowly coming together. I'm not really sure how I'm going to be able to afford both a wedding and school but I've made up my mind to do both so I can't really worry about it.
4. I met some of my cousins who were estranged. It's exciting because it's been at least 15 years maybe longer since I had seen them. I have hope that there will be more meetings to come.
5. My cat Inu went missing and now I have a dog named Sprocket. She is part poodle, part collie. I got her from the pound.

How I've missed you

I've missed the feeling of letting loose and writing what I feel. I've missed the tapping of fingertips on stiff little keys, how my palms begin to sweat when I drink coffee before I type and the feeling of being empty after I have poured, spit and pissed all the contents out of my mind. It's good to be back.