psychic

It's been awhile and I've been discouraged to write. This blog feels so gross and sloppy now, because I need to go and change all my picture links, since I had to set all my flickr photos to private (thereby changing the links), because my stalker found me again -- due to my own stupidity. Then I had my privacy violated by the breaking in and going through of all my personal belongings; the subsequent finding out about this miserable person using my computer while I was at work; who knows how many times. Anyway, I've obviously wanted people to fuck off and it's made me feel stupid for writing my personal things on the internet, again. I have gotten in trouble so many times with these things.

I am back from China now, and I have pictures, maybe I will put them on my Flickr (boohoo). Actually I started this wanting to write about a particular thing, but I started by apologizing, and that took too much time, and I can't remember the original thing now....uh............

Well I can't remember, so these are some new things:

The Dr. says Mark has asthma: I am worried about him. I think I am going to go buy a vacuum from Target because I have been sneezing and allergic to my own bed since I've been back. I saw on Oprah that you should vacuum your mattress for dust mites which can cause breathing problems. So then I am going to vacuum Mark's mattress and make him vacuum his whole room (ha ha). It sounds kind of fun and satisfying. I also think he has a lot of mold spores in his apartment from rain leaking in every time it rains, and it's been wetting under the floor for years. Then he has no ventilation and smokes a lot. He's part of the inhaler club now!

Last night I had some of the most vivid, psychic, psychedelic dreams ever. They were kind of lucid dreams. Firstly, in real life, I felt very powerful and pretended to cure Mark's breathing problems as I drifted off to sleep, and it seemed to be working, because when I put my arm around him and concentrated energy onto him, he stopped wheezing! Then I dreamed about seeing a glass case full of crystals and I was staring into them and they were projecting all kinds of light, different colors, and energy and I was absorbing it and it started levitating me.

Another one: I ordered a pizza from Target, then I went out to the parking lot to find Mark. I was aware I was dreaming, and I imagined that in my dream I was communicating with Mark in real life, so I asked him, "Mark, did you know you're in my dream right now?" and he goes "yes" and it was very ghostly and ethereal and romantic (he was kind of see through) and I floated over to him like it was a movie, and I think we even both had our hands outstretched to each other very melodramatically, and it was in slow motion.

The next one, really fast, was somehow I was chosen for a government experiment about outer space. They simulated outer space and my sister was there and Nancy was there. They were watching us do things (?) Nancy figured out how to fly: you look at the ceiling and visualize your head touching it, and you just go. Then we all figured out how to raise objects telekinetically. This felt very very real.

I wonder why, on top of them being AWESOME, that my dreams are so cheesy?