Paul Hermann
I don't even remember if I mentioned this before. I probably did. I will likely know in the next few days if I do have MS. Multiple Sclerosis. Means many scars. Then don't we all have MS? In a way? At least by the time we're thirteen or so?
Anyway, I'm quite aware my writing here is just streamy, and ungrammatical, and impulsive, but it is reflective of how I feel so I think I'll avoid editing it this time. I have enjoyed writing on this site as a sort of therapy in the last few weeks. Lord, I have been suffering in so many ways! I haven't even written it all here because a big chunk is not for public eyes. I have just been blindsided by everything that's gone wrong in the last year or so. I couldn't cope without writing.
So my intention now is to get back to screenplays. I'm all set to go with LIz's novella (making it into a short screenplay).
Not so fun fact: Liz is in prison for life with no chance of parole for a crime she did not commit (she was guilty of accessory after the fact). She was my best friend in high school and helped me through the death of my parents both in one year when I was only 16-17. She has been winning awards for her writing from prison. Her novella would be expensive to produce, but it's such a good piece I have high hopes about it.
I did have a bunch of dreams but I can only remember a little. I do want to write it down before I lose it. I was cross country skiing on downhill skiis. Not quite efficient, but I have enough experience to do it. I was following the people ahead of me and I went by "the road less traveled." I saw a couple of skiers go there ahead of me and regretted that I had missed the entrance to the road less traveled, but then decided I would catch it next time I came around. Dream interpretation: What road am I passing up right now? And am I making a mistake?
Here is John's dream: He had a different family. Mom, Dad, sister about his age, and baby brother or sister. The family was getting on a raft. He was the last one on. A tiger lunged at them. Someone dropped the baby into a crevice that was part of the boat. He grabbed the baby, leapt off the boat and ran to a hair salon where warned everyone that a tiger was coming. John and the people there hid, and then streams of people came in to hide from the tiger. I wonder if it could have anything to do with Peter's funeral yesterday? (See the previous post).
I'm super tired. No proofing. No editing. I'll just add a picture and say goodnight.
Anyway, I'm quite aware my writing here is just streamy, and ungrammatical, and impulsive, but it is reflective of how I feel so I think I'll avoid editing it this time. I have enjoyed writing on this site as a sort of therapy in the last few weeks. Lord, I have been suffering in so many ways! I haven't even written it all here because a big chunk is not for public eyes. I have just been blindsided by everything that's gone wrong in the last year or so. I couldn't cope without writing.
So my intention now is to get back to screenplays. I'm all set to go with LIz's novella (making it into a short screenplay).
Not so fun fact: Liz is in prison for life with no chance of parole for a crime she did not commit (she was guilty of accessory after the fact). She was my best friend in high school and helped me through the death of my parents both in one year when I was only 16-17. She has been winning awards for her writing from prison. Her novella would be expensive to produce, but it's such a good piece I have high hopes about it.
I did have a bunch of dreams but I can only remember a little. I do want to write it down before I lose it. I was cross country skiing on downhill skiis. Not quite efficient, but I have enough experience to do it. I was following the people ahead of me and I went by "the road less traveled." I saw a couple of skiers go there ahead of me and regretted that I had missed the entrance to the road less traveled, but then decided I would catch it next time I came around. Dream interpretation: What road am I passing up right now? And am I making a mistake?
Here is John's dream: He had a different family. Mom, Dad, sister about his age, and baby brother or sister. The family was getting on a raft. He was the last one on. A tiger lunged at them. Someone dropped the baby into a crevice that was part of the boat. He grabbed the baby, leapt off the boat and ran to a hair salon where warned everyone that a tiger was coming. John and the people there hid, and then streams of people came in to hide from the tiger. I wonder if it could have anything to do with Peter's funeral yesterday? (See the previous post).
I'm super tired. No proofing. No editing. I'll just add a picture and say goodnight.
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