a few nights ago, this weekend, in my dream it is winter cold and TT and i have moved into a park pavilion. we run long extension cords for the computers, but something is wrong with their innards. we pull out mother boards and cdr�s and such, checking this and that. we are sitting Indian-style together, our waists and legs inside sleeping bags. we have had to move over to one side of the pavilion, because people have brought their children for a cookout (about 20 people in all) and we must share or be kicked out. we shiver together and watch the children viciously.

later in the same dream, or in another, sither is visiting TT and i. we are moving again, all of our belongings � very few with no cats � are in the trunk. sither is traveling with us, i believe she means to stay.

the trip is long and hard through the snow, and off-road. it is soon evening and we stop at a large building in the middle of a small snow-filled valley. we walk the last mile through the snow, finally arriving at the gates.

upon entering we realize that we are inside of an asylum. sither and TT decide to commit themselves, sither for her own,self-contained problems and TT decides that he needs some help dealing with me...he wishes to go over his feelings with someone professional. i shrug and what the hell commit myself as well, because there is always something to work on, no? we are all separated and led off to interview rooms.

i am shortly committed and after a physical and the taking of shoelaces and such, am led to a large common/eating area. there is a buffet set up for dinner, the most interesting part of which is a large meatloaf made inside of a pastry shell shaped like a large oyster. pretty. i slice myself a piece, pick some other foods and sit down at a square table in the middle of the room. patients wander about the room, sometimes pausing to greet me or touch my hair � most, thankfully, ignore me.

TT enters the common room. on my way to meet him a man walks up to me and says RrrrRrrr,� i don�t like you!!. i walk on, and the man follows. the first thing i say to TT, guess what? he doesn�t like you! and the man looks TT up and down and announces, RrrrRrrr,� i don�t like you!!

TT and i laugh and shake our heads as the man goes away to �not like� someone else. i pull TT aside to light-heartedly explain a few things and ask how his interview went.

heh.

at breakfast on sunday morning i burst out sobbing and please promise me you won�t leave me because i am crazy�please. so pathetic, but a definite concern of mine, after all�after going through the sad, there are bound to be scars.

every once and a while they open in my dreams, and bleed again.

how goth�do i get waning points?