I was so bored, to no end, yesterday. Oy! To alleviate my boredom, I even resorted to cleaning out my closet, getting ride of items I know I won't be wearing anytime soon or ever again. School resumes next month, I'm probably getting antsy cause I'm itching to be productive again. Who knows. But it's so weird. I went to bed really late last night and woke up relatively early and I've been up since. I'm contemplating sharing the dream I had last night. It was pretty weird, really bizarre actually. In the dream, I have two lovely friends. We do everything together. Something happened where we were accused of a crime, don't really remember what it was, but it was pretty bad. So bad in fact that we were wanted by the police. We had decided to make a run for it because we were given some sort of insight into what was to befall us. We saw where we were taken into custody and were imprisoned for the duration of our lives. I ran home, packed my things and my son's things and were getting ready to leave the house when I saw sirens everywhere. The police had apprehend my two friends and were coming for me. Somehow, my son and I made it out of the house, unnoticed and were in hiding. Both my friends also somehow managed to escape. One of my friends has a friend, sort of her manager, that she trusts implicitly and who also is in love with her. We rendezvous at a designated meeting point. When I get there, there are two other people there, both men. One of the men is the guy I really liked when I was in Nigeria. (He and I don't really speak now, even after we reconnected a couple years back. So why he's in my dream, I have no idea.) After I get there, one of my two friends arrives, then the last friend, with her manager. He tells us the plan is for the six adults and my son to go to Canada by bus. We ask him how that's possible considering we're wanted criminals and he shows us forged documents he procured for us. We all get on the bus. My dream ends with us living in this large, rambling house in this idyllic sight. So weird.
Setting my heart free
I'm going through a divorce and ending a marriage that lasted two years. Two long, hard and hurtful years. I married a monster, an evil man. When I say evil, I mean evil like when we were kids and we had to have on night lights because we were afraid of the boogeyman. That kind of evil. A man free of any sort of remorse. A man with no conscience. More on this character later. Trust me, I will totally spill the beans but things have to be in place first. Anyway, when my marriage first ended, I was of the mind that I was free and I could move on and find the one for me, the one to truly love me the way I'd always known I'd be loved, my soulmate. Needless to say, I'm still single. Sure there are men out there who are interested but the problem is, I'm not. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of giving away my heart. I'm afraid of trusting someone so completely and utterly. I'm afraid of being myself. With my soon to be ex-husband, I trusted him impli...
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