I had some really weird dream early this morning. This guy came in and was just off, he had long grey fluffy hair, flowery shirt, and was walking on all fours backwards like the Exorcist. We had an impossible language barrier.. Jimmy had mentioned it previously and was hoping I could help. He said a word and Jimmy held up a shirt and he said yes and pointed and laughed. Then there was something else. Then he asked hay yin and yang? I didn’t know how to explain it but tried man and woman by saying yin and pointing to myself and yang then pointing to Jimmy.
There was one this afternoon where a couple girls and I climbed up this ladder which lead to a small door. It took a while to get it to open, then one of the girls climbed inside, and we yelled for her to come back. She was gone for a while. I was holding her dog in one arm, he was a little white mop dog. He started barking then jumped in after her. A minute later we heard screaming and barking, but it was so dark in there, the other girl and I couldn’t see anything.
There were many others I can’t remember. Why the !@#$ is everyone bringing up Japan and Japanese stuff? I’m talking with my friend online and he’s drinking Asahi, Sahar posts online about starting wedding plans and a honeymoon in Japan, it’s been like this all week. I keep thinking maybe it’s just more noticeable right now, or maybe it’s so integrated with my friends because we’re all nerds and a lot of Japanese pop culture has been steadily flowing in for years. With the exception of meds, and lunch downstairs, I slept the entire day and woke up when the sun went down. This feels like my old schedule, and I feel like I wasted the entire day even if it was for “recovery.” I’m still a little mad about it, after months without antibiotics, and hoping my immune system could kick this on its own, I had to get assistance. It’s been about two weeks now. Sleeping the entire day away was my life a couple years ago, it’s familiar and it bothers me. I don’t want to go back to that. It was like being Saya, sleeping forever, waiting to get out of the casket.