This morning, I dreamed that Tony & I were staying in a busy resort town, Miami-esque. Beach, cars, tons of people. I was in the hospital. In a bed, on a floor, but no one was taking care of me. I was able to leave at will. I drove down to the beach. There were these eels in the water, enormous things, but not as big as the shrieking eels and they would try to get in the car and bite me. When I was on the beach, I stayed well away from the water because that's where the eels were. There were celebrities on the beach, too. I nearly scared away Sarah Jessica Parker because I kept saying, "oh my god, it's the real Carrie!" Until I realized how it must suck to have someone running after you calling you by a name that's not yours. So I apologized and she kept a careful distance away from me, but you can tell she wanted to ask what was wrong with me, why I might still be here to watch Monday night Raw. I was also carrying on a conversation with Freddie Prinze Jr & Sarah Michelle Gellar. We talked about how he's writing the scripts for Raw, now. I did not mention Buffy.
So, what does that mean? I'm taking away that I have health needs that aren't being addressed, which is true. I have been way off balance moodwise, but I think it's swinging back towards normal. I started Weight Watchers and I've been tracking to address the weight issue. I wonder if there's something else I don't know about yet.
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