Dream of: 18 October 2009 "Waste Of Time"
My father, my mother (both probably in their late 30s), and I were in the kitchen area of the House in Patriot (the home of my maternal grandparents when I was a child). I had been living in the House for a while, and even though my father had often been in the House, I hadn't spoken with him in a long time.
I reflected that I had earlier smoked a little marijuana from a small stash which I had on the second floor. I hadn't intended to smoke more, but now I thought I might go back upstairs and roll another joint. Even though my father might disapprove of my
Instead of going back upstairs, however, I sat down at my computer which was set up in the kitchen. I tried to remember what I had been doing on the computer, then recalled I had earlier been writing my dreams. Writing my dreams made me feel good. I knew my father wouldn't approve of my writing my dreams. He would consider writing dreams to be a waste of time and he would naturally think I should be devoting my time to practicing law. But he didn't know what I was doing at the computer anyway.
As I sat in front of the computer, preparing to write, I was still thinking about smoking the marijuana. I was also thinking about how depressing it was to be living in the tiny village of Patriot. I reflected that my grandmother Leacy had lived most of her life in Patriot and I marveled that she could have lived in such a little place for so long. Living in Patriot was difficult for me and I didn't know how much longer I could stay there. To think of living my entire life in Patriot was indeed depressing.
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