I dreamed that Steve and I went on a trip with a bunch of people we barely knew, kind of like when we went to Ireland. Almost the second we landed, we found out we were in a war zone, and we couldn't get back on the plane, so we had to follow this man into what looked like shopping mall. The man said for us to follow him, and to do what he said and that we'd be safe. We were safe, for a while, but I kept getting separated from everyone and mixed in with the local people, and then rejoin them later. I was terrified, so I would do whatever the people in charge told me to, and we'd move from room to room of this place in order to get out. At some point, I lost all of my stuff, I was completely cut off from everyone I came with, and some man I didn't know threw some clothes at me and told me that I had to pretend to be a local, and then he pushed me into the hallway and told me to make it back to the airplane on my own. I had no idea where I was going, or what I was supposed to be doing, and I didn't know anything about the culture of the place where I was, so I had to make my way all the way back to where we had started from, all while trying to pretend I was someone I wasn't. I also never found anyone I knew after that, so I was alone and so scared. I never made it back to the plane. I think I might have gotten shot a couple of times, but that is when I woke up.
Haha, I used to have bad dreams where I'd have something important to say, and no one would listen to me. Now I have nightmares about being left alone and confused. Abandonment issues much? Seems like I'm going backwards somehow.
2) Friday afternoon turned out to be beautiful and bright. I'm not normally an outdoors kind of person, but I'm trying to change that, at least before it gets so danged hot that I can't breathe. So I took one of our folding chairs and sat in the backyard for a while.
I was crocheting and listening to an audio novel, and it was nice, but the house blocked the breeze and I ended up getting a bit too warm. In March, y'all. I only sat out there for about an hour or so before going back in again. Things ended up getting a bit crazy by the end of the day, and so I didn't look into a mirror again until right before I went to bed, and that's when I found out that I was sunburned. Badly sunburned. it looked like I'd spent a day on the beach! I'd been wearing a V neck t-shirt, and my chest was bright red. My arms weren't so bad, but the top of my head was burned, and my cheeks and nose were burnt, too. It was crazy!
It's only March, and I've already got
3) For anyone who prays, or maybe sends good vibes, if you wouldn't mind sending a few out to my brother, that would be awesome. He got sick enough to have to go to the ER last week. As you know, my brother can't talk, so trying to figure out what was wrong with him was hard to do. They did a bunch of tests, and as it turns out, he has an internal birth defect that my family never knew about that is now causing some serious problems. I won't go into detail, mainly because I don't understand it all, but he is going to have to have some major, fairly invasive, surgery to repair the problem. The surgeon will basically have to open his chest to rearrange his organs. It's going to be scary and hard to do. Also send some prayers and vibes to my mom, too, because she is scared to death about all of this and is having to make some frightening decisions for my bro. I'm sure she'd appreciate it. We all would. Thank you in advance.
4) I love adult coloring books. I really do. I'm picky about the ones I buy, but I have a lot of them because the art is usually really spectacular. I only have one problem. I can't bring myself to actually color any of them!
Part of the problem is that I feel weird coloring in a book. I respect books. Cutting them up or writing in them is weird for me. Yes, even these coloring books, because these aren't like the pulpy ones we had when we were kids. These are proper books! The other problem is that I don't like using colored pencils or crayons to color with. The color just isn't saturated enough for me and it makes me not like the finished image. I have one book I tried to color in with markers, and the ink went right through the paper. I literally have one red ladybug colored into an otherwise empty coloring book! You'd think I'd quit buying them, but I don't. I want to color them, but I don't want them to look bad! What can I do? The only solution I've had so far was to make copies of the pages and color those, but the paper quality is bad, which makes it less fun to color. Bleh. I'm way too picky about this stuff for my own good, I think.
Artists. Am I right? :)