In my dream, I went up to my office to do some work, and when I got to the office, it was laid out completely different than how it is in real life. In the dream, when you walked in the front door to the area, my office was way off to the right, down a dark hallway, while everyone else in my department worked in cubicles off to the left of the front door. They were no where near each other. I walked in to my office, and there were all kinds of clothes on the chairs and floor. Some looked familiar to me (like I had worn them at one point or they belonged to my husband, Jeff), while others did not look familiar at all. I set all my stuff down that I brought with me, and started going through the clothes trying to figure out who they belonged to and why they were in my office. I woke up before I got everything organized.
Birthdays and PTSD
In the years since my dad's passing, I have not wanted to celebrate my birthday. Too many painful memories, and it has resulted in a PTS...
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Jeff and I are finishing up our long holiday work weeks. We've been working mostly straight through since the middle of December. We...
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When our house flooded in 2016, I lost my notebook that I used to record all of the dreams I could remember. I hate that I lost that treas...
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Sometimes I don't know what to think. Having a career sometimes is not really worth all of the headache that comes along with it. I ga...