Dreams Are Bizarre
I dreamed that I was walking home from Hackensack Hospital past Nellie K Parker (the elementary school off the Esplanade) when it began to rain. I took refuge inside the school, except when I got inside it wasn’t a school; it was a large fancy hotel reminiscent of the Bossert. There were many families staying there and I found out that they were getting ready to take a cruise. Since it was raining so hard, it didn’t matter that we were totally landlocked – the ship was coming by to pick them up the next morning. The cruise director was Jane Seymour. A lot of the children were infants and required much effort to take care of so she was also helping to gather formula and diapers. I was helping her. Suddenly, time stopped but myself along with several other ppl were not affected. Jane Seymour explained to me that she could foresee the future and that the cruise ship was going to sink and many ppl would die. She said that we could not pass this information on the families bc that would change the future. When time resumed, I was forced to continue pretending to help this family with a tiny baby get ready for the cruise without being able to tell them. Of course, I sabotaged their ability to pack up and get on the ship. (She only said I couldn’t tell them, not that I couldn’t prevent them from boarding.) When we reached the lobby/dock, Oprah was there at the front desk. Time stopped again and I was very angry that Oprah wasn’t helping to save ppls lives. What a hypocrite! She must just be in business for money. Time resumed and everyone got on except for Jane Seymour, Oprah, the family (who were still oblivious and very angry to miss their vacation), and several other ppl that were alert to the disruption of time flow. Then we watched the ship sink. It was a very helpless feeling and I woke up.
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tldr. people stop telling me your dreams.
Yeah, right? Haha.
Aw, come on guys...journals lend themselves to these sorts of things. That's like the whole point of having an ezabel journal. They allow us to write down our thoughts and feelings, and let our imaginations run wild!
You don't have to read people's journals, if you don't want to. No one's forcing you. And we all have the right to write our dreams if we want to.
FREEEDOOOOM!!!!
(like William from Braveheart says)
you need to my crazy scottish cousin angus. He likes sheep. He looks just like me...
lol, angus likes sheep? I never knew vacas were carniverous.
aww...todd, youre my hero! thanks for s'porting my journal!
And bizarre too.
thanks i fixed it!
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hahahhahaha, good dream tho... was i in it?!
no. clearly you didnt read it. why would i dream about you?
uh, duh... cause im the top user of eZabel... why else?
ETL,IMTETS (new ezabel abbr: Even Though Long, I Made The Effort To Skim)
lol... interesting dream, what were you thinking about
i think im upset with the decrease in my field service activity since moving. did you notice the anger directed at oprah? also, the landmarks in my dream were very near to my old kh and places i passed everyday out in service.
You need me.
to live this way is not for the meek and like a jazz dj you talk me into sleep
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