I haven't had any blog surprises show up since dad died. Just realized that. Interesting. Whoever was popping in has gone quiet again.
Yeah, I know, right? I just did that quiet ones post yesterday. Maybe I'm getting nudged.
Yeah, the game is surreal. Like one of me is psychotic or something and delights in baiting me.
Pretty sure that one goes back to the early days. Possibly the mean one. A very old dream just popped up with the dripping water sound in the dark, so who knows. The one inside a very dark cave with a big pool around a damp middle wall, and I'm barefoot so I can feel my way in the dark along a rough skinny ledge, and I'm trying to very quietly stay ahead of a dark figure also following the wall. One of those horrible dreams that never stops, locked in time, always there somewhere in my head. I'm always a young child in that dream, unable to call out for help, no possibility of safety.
The place I went when I reached out for the wall before I expired, perhaps. Not sure.