I dreamed last night that I was somewhere at a church dinner and had taken a pecan pie. Someone claimed after the said dinner that I had taken a peach pie and that the pecan pie belonged to someone else. To make sure I was correct, I asked Randy what I had brought, and he tuned me out, Another lady at church began to accuse me of trying to stir up trouble when my intentions had been the opposite. I simply did not want to take home the wrong pie. By now, I was feeling betrayed by Randy for refusing to acknowledge I was asking him a question and feeling rejected because my intentions often get misjudged. I then ran out of the church and returned to my childhood home and was going to live in my grandfathers old smokehouse. In my dream, the smokehouse was the site of two deaths, but I was prepared to deal with their ghosts. In reality, the building has been torn down for years and no one ever died there. I was going to live there as a hermit the rest of my life and had planned on slipping into my grandmothers kitchen for food when no one was looking. I knew she would not mind feeding me, but just did not want to be around anyone at this point.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 15:15:10 +0000
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