05-22-2019, 11:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2019, 11:30 AM by Drunk Monk.)
I had the wildest dream last night.
In the waking world - 'reality' if you will - my mom has been driving me nuts lately. Between her hearing issues and her opioid-soaked brain, she’s really hard to talk to and pushed all my buttons until I get these uncontrollable bouts of rage. I know it’s not her fault. It’s me breaking down, prolly why I’ve been babbling more than usual here on DOOM. They say caretakers have to take care of themselves too. And I’m failing at that.
Jingles came to me last night and led me around my mom’s house, telling me everything was going to be alright. It was good to see his Pom smile again. He wasn’t actually talking in the dream, just speaking with his eyes. At the end, he said ‘see you later’ and I woke up feeling much better.
Lord knows I miss that little Pom.
In the waking world - 'reality' if you will - my mom has been driving me nuts lately. Between her hearing issues and her opioid-soaked brain, she’s really hard to talk to and pushed all my buttons until I get these uncontrollable bouts of rage. I know it’s not her fault. It’s me breaking down, prolly why I’ve been babbling more than usual here on DOOM. They say caretakers have to take care of themselves too. And I’m failing at that.
Jingles came to me last night and led me around my mom’s house, telling me everything was going to be alright. It was good to see his Pom smile again. He wasn’t actually talking in the dream, just speaking with his eyes. At the end, he said ‘see you later’ and I woke up feeling much better.
Lord knows I miss that little Pom.
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