dream theater

[fox]

In my living room, talking to datlowen about something he'd come over to pick up, or something. He was on his way out when the land line rang. Who could be calling me on this line, we both wondered, since I never give anyone that number. (In real life I don't even have a phone plugged in.) It was Gentleman Caller, and I waved so-long to N as I said hi, he let himself out, and GC said "Listen, I've been thinking - I'll see you on Saturday, but. Yeah. So, yeah."

My legs went out from under me, I couldn't draw a breath to call N back, and I woke up.

Dreams suck. :-(

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[kass]

Damned subconscious. Tell it to pipe down and relax already.

[fox]

I know, right? On the up side, this really surprised me, because I have been learning to feel safe and confident and all the rest of it (and to give GC credit for not being a jerk, which he really does deserve). But yeah, I guess the thing about a greatest fear is that it's kind of always in there. Feh. :-P

(Three nights in a row without taking lorazepam, though, and I haven't woken up in the middle of the night, or at least not such that I couldn't think "hang on, awake, that's not right" and turn over and go back to sleep. I was thinking I'd like not to be taking the damn things as a matter of routine like vitamins, so I'm glad to learn that I don't "need" them. Hurrah.)