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Current Date: December 29, 2058
Character: Kimiko Taylor
Race: Human
Age: 48, physically about 26
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
The strange dream still lingers, and I wonder at it while I wash our few dishes from our morning meal. Yes, I know that morning meals are technically breakfasts, but I’m allowed to think of it, and call it, whatever I might want at this point. This is a morning meal, just as some hours down, we’ll have our mid-day meal and then our evening meal with snack breaks throughout. I’m quirky, blah, blah, blah, let me have my thoughts on the subject.
Anyway.
I know we all dream. Some of us probably remember them better than others and that’s all fine and dandy. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, so to speak. My emotions feel all over the place and I’m having a hard time focusing on most things. I know Della’s going to be patient with me no matter what and I think that this is my anchor when I wake up feeling like this. I might have some doubts about it now and again, but I still know that she’s going to be there for me, and with me, in the long run.
There was nothing really bad about the dream, not in a way that would turn it into a nightmare. It’s closer to the opposite, in a way. I don’t know that it was a good dream, there was a whole while in there that was showcasing me feeling low about myself and Della just being ever so patient with me but by the end of the dream, before I just woke up, was super sweet in its own right.
So, I figure that seeing it as a strange dream is better than not understanding any of it, in the long run. Can’t really tell me how to classify my dreams, in the end. Everyone being different, dreaming different things and all that rot. I really am in a mood this morning, it’s going to be one of those days and I think I might try to work up the courage to ask Della if we can have a two-day outing somewhere warm and near water. I think that’d do me good.
Long story short, though, dream me was feeling low—an ironic thing, right this moment—and Della was just reminding me that it’s okay for me to want to reach out for her hand; she’s never told me that I couldn’t hold it and when I want to, or feel the need to, all I have to do is reach out and do it.
Which is what I did end up doing. It took some work and a lot of mental gymnastics, I do remember that from the dream, but just before I woke up, I had reached for her hand, she’d drawn me closer, and I sort of woke up about then.
At times, I feel like my dreams are like, precursors of what my days might be like. I think that’s the right word for it, I’m not completely sure but I do think that’s it. One way or another, it’s all right. I just mean that there are times when I feel like my dreams are showing me bits and pieces of what might just happen during the day. I don’t like it, not really.
I’ve never liked being told what to do. My parents could confirm this easily, and the idea that my dreams would be doing something like that doesn’t sit right with me. In a way, I know that this isn’t really what’s going on—at least, that’s what I’m telling myself. I think that my dreams might just be a reflection of whatever emotional imbalance is going on with me at the moment and that’s that, really.
There’s no routine to my emotional state. I can’t write out a calendar and go ‘hey, I’m gonna be feeling this or that way on that day, and on that other day, I’m going to be feeling this way too’. That’d be a bit too easy, I think, and I’d be fighting the so-called predictions because I’m a little bitch that way and you can’t tell me what to do. If emotions were on a schedule, there would probably be pills or whatever else to deal with that, I’m sure.
What I do know, for today, is that it’s not going to be a great day. I can rarely pull myself out of this space quickly when I’m there, it usually takes me about half a day before I start to overcome the feeling and during that time, well, yeah, I end up invading Della’s personal space when I can make myself do it. It’s always a bit of a guessing game on what the day will be like as a whole, but I guess that it’s okay, I can deal with it. I mean, I’ve been doing it for years so, yeah.