2003-01-12 - 10:02 p.m.

Food And Dreams

Sunday is winding down into the evening.  I was so tired by the time the week ended I was beat.  Last week just wiped me out.  I think it was the combination of residual holiday fatigue and changing my eating habits. I knew I needed rest so that is all I did this weekend.  Yesterday I ran a few errands and came back home.

I sat around and I laid around.  It was great.

Today I actually went to the grocery store.  It was agony.  I wandered around and around, looking at packages, reading the ingredients and then putting the package back on the shelf.  All the stuff I really like is loaded with sugar and fat.  Mmmmm… sugar and fat…..

Stuff that I ordinarily think is disgusting looked good.  Like Little Debby Snack Cakes, and powdered donuts.

So I wound up buying some fresh fruit and vegetables.  I bought some orange juice, beef, turkey, and chicken.  I still do not know what I am doing, but at least I did not do what I used to do which was buy a six pack of coke and chips and leave.

I have had some odd and disturbing dreams recently.  The other night I dreamed that my friends were burying a body under a house.  They were burying it in an old Indian burial mound.  I don't know who it was, but they were covering the body and, I guess, adding one more mound to a burial mound wouldn't bring much attention.

I don't like that I dreamed about this.  Usually when I dream about cemeteries someone I know dies.  But this was different from the other cemetery dreams I've had.  The other dreams take place in a graveyard, not in the crawlspace of some house.

Later in the dream we were all in a car.  It was an older model sedan, from the 1960's.  We were driving in some neighborhood of some wooded area when my friends jumped out of the car.  It was part of some plan.  The car was pointed down some hill, we were to jump out and the car would go into the river.

I jumped out and watched the car head off down the hill.  It suddenly struck me that there was no way we would know if the car made it into the river.  Suddenly I was in the river.  I was under water.  The water was extremely deep.  I could see, resting on the riverbed an ancient canoe.  In my mind it was an Indian canoe that had sank hundreds of years ago, but was still intact.  Something shook it loose from the riverbed and it started drifting upward toward the surface.

When the canoe came to the surface I got into it and I got two women who were in the river with me got into it, too.   I did not recognize either of the women.  One was white and one was black.  I brought us to the riverbank and we got out.  We were surrounded by tall, dark trees.  Though I have never been there, it reminded me of the Pacific Northwest.

I know water represents emotions, especially when I am underwater.  This is not a good omen.  I hate when this happens.  Not just the feeling that something bad is going to happen somewhere, but that I can't do anything about it.  It is so nonspecific I can't warn anyone.  All I can do is feel bad and wait for the shoe to drop.

I hope I'm wrong. Maybe I am wrong.

Jimmy
 
 

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