Isolation

At some strange compound, there was an outbuilding specially designed to be my sister's room, and I went into it, seeing her slippers on the floor, ready for her arrival later. Meanwhile, a former friend that I have (in real life) gladly drifted from came back to visit--airily asking me about the blue silk dress she was selecting for herself. I was frustrated--didn't she know enough to ask about my terrible year?--but I pretended not to be bothered, and told her I thought watered silk would be best for her. She liked that idea, and had no clue how self-absorbed she was being.

I'm Back!

It's a new year, and so I want to get back to this blog that I enjoy so much.

WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGERY ALERT. This is an actual dream I had, and I feel weird about it, but I will post.

One of my former teachers was dying, and for some reason came to my family home to live out his last hours. It was clear to us all that he was fading, and very weak. He expired upstairs on one of the twin beds in the room at the top of the stairs which I shared with my sister, back in the day. He had voided his bowels, and no one came to retrieve his body. My sister had to sleep in my bed with me because the body, turning purple, was on her bed. It fell to me to call this man's wife to say he had died. But still no one came, and his body was beginning to turn (but, of course, not in the way it would in real death).