Last night…. well this morning since I didn’t get to sleep until 5am (thank you very much MT upgrade) …. I had a dream that I married Billy and we were so happy together. It was really weird. He didn’t beat me, he didn’t force me to have sex with him. He was happy. I was happy. Life was good.
I woke up to my mom screaming at Chloe, and right after I got dressed I went over to Billy’s and told him about the dream. What did he do? He didn’t laugh it off or even smile. He said it was a “prophetic dream” and he’d been having prophetic visions of us being married since 1990–when I was nine/ten years old. Then he called his psycho girlfriend and told her it was off between them because he’d found someone new all the while, like a dumb ass, I’m telling him in the background to not call her so she knows it’s me ‘he’s with now’ because it was prophetic and written in the stars that he and I be together.
I blame this on getting high and wired last night before even attempting to upgrade MT, and then falling asleep jittery.
I just know that his psycho girlfriend will come after me again. We’ll start seeing these “hurry up and die!” communities and blogs pop up written by an “anonymous” person who happens to live in the same state and small town as her and just happens to have digital pictures of prints of me that I sent her over the years.
Randomness: I heard Helter Skelter for the first time today, and I didn’t turn into a demon or instantly hear voices telling me to kill. I’m kind of disappointed in that.