I'm always surprised

In my dreams, when I see Sharon walking around, I'm always giving her shit. Like, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I'm always incredulous when I see her up and doing things as if she had never been disabled. I dreamed of her again last night.  Her long, flowing hair was back in all it's glory. I don't remember the main theme of the dream, but I'm hoping it comes back to me as I write down the parts I do recall.

It was something about us needing to get out of the house because of a fire. I will probably be permanently scarred from our real life experience, which was so nightmarish and horrifying. But this was not so terrible, as she was able to move around and take part in her own rescue. At some point we weren't even trying to escape, and I took her into the bedroom and made some suggestive remarks, which she didn't seem to mind.

Quite a bit of the dream was taken up with some weird property issues that had to do with outside the house, getting fire insurance and annexing part of our neighbor's house to connect to ours via an underground tunnel. Made sense in the dream. In real life, I am needing to find a new insurance company this month, as mine is dropping me.

Richard Leon, an old friend from Bible study cult days was in the cast of characters. We were sorting through boxes of old screen printed stickers, the kind of trite motivational stuff you'd see at a Christian bookstore. I remember picking up two pieces of paper that were on a note pad and lighting them on fire. As one started to burn in my hand, I went outside and released it into the wind.

"That was probably not the brightest idea," I thought to myself as the wind took it far away and up toward some trees. It had been raining, so I didn't think it would catch anything on fire. I watched as it turned blacker and floated higher in the air, eventually morphing into an evil looking black bird that flapped its wings a few times and flew away. I found a suitable metal trash can in which to burn the second paper. I wasn't going to risk that kind of thing happening again.

Well, I don't recollect much more, just an overall gladness that I had another dream with Sharon in it. Whether it is my own mind or her trying to communicate something to me, I really don't know. But I'll take it. It's all I've got.

As my life is starting to develop little tendrils of branches and roots in my emailing and reaching out to other people, I find I'm spread a little thin to be duplicating and cross documenting each and every little occurrence. I have been having a nice email correspondence with my last psychic, Jeannette. Hi, Jeannette, if you ever wind up reading this.

She's a truly compassionate listener and has also been very open about her own experiences and life. It feels like we've already become good friends. I've shared some pretty personal drama and detailed parts of my mundane but troubled life with her and gotten nothing but kind, supportive feedback. I've even directed her here, to give her access to my dark and gritty mental history and so far she hasn't expressed a desire to start choking me. I do think I tend to overshare, however. I'm quite the blabber-mouth.

I need to begin doing some actual work around the house, both inside and out. I'd like to plant a garden, but there's a lot of winter stuff to clean up, as well as the new growth of spring weeds, already making their appearance. If I'm not gonna die in the immediate term, I'd like to live in a place that's not all run down and overgrown.

Some house repairs will need to be addressed and re-addressed, as each year the weather takes it's toll on paint and wood. Spring also brings insects of all kinds and I need to prepare for battle to at least keep them from invading my living space. What they do outdoors, I don't care. My respect for all life forms doesn't extend to mosquitoes or fungus gnats, though I tend to relocate spiders rather than killing them. Unless a black widow is in my house, I will tend to just look the other way and they will disappear before I have to resort to using a broom.