Mission Control
So I've been having very bizarre dreams lately. And combined with everything else in my life, it's kind of freaking me out. The dreams involve a child - my child - and I'm not going to get into any more detail than that because, quite frankly, those dreams and instincts are not something I care to tackle on a public forum open for the world to see.
TMI and bitching below in white text, because if you want to see it, you can highlight. If not, don't.
I am not saying these dreams are indicative of anything but the stress of my missing "little buddy", who has been MIA for a month now. Nothing, even professional methods of figuring these things out, is indicative of anything out of place (or in a place where nothing SHOULD be right now). But it's starting to freak me out.
And if that's not too much information for you, I've been freaking out because certain piercings of mine have been acting up and are all of a sudden very painful. They aren't infected, but a certain piece of anatomy, it would seem, was "clogged". I discovered this today and it is only adding to my panic.
...Someone just please bitch slap me and tell me that my body is reacting negatively to stress? It would be much appreciated.
Labels: AHHHHHHHHHHH, GO AWAY, PANIC, TMI, WTF
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