Last night’s dream. Some community event. At ucla or something. Brought a box of popcorn and asked Brian to hold it while I did something. Later noticed an Indian woman holding a box of popcorn and convinced she stole it. Looked around for mine and realized Brian didn’t have it. Didn’t confront her in case I was wrong. Later, ran into people I had a gift for, but it was in the car. When I tried to run back with it, my legs were like moving through molasses. I saw basketball hoops because I was near the playground and I tried to tell myself it’s like running towards the basket, but I couldn’t pull myself forward. I think I feel like I’m having things taken from me, people are letting me down, and I’m trying to exert my will but I’m unable to move forward.
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March 26th, 2011 | Comments Off on

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