I think those sorts of dreams are common. I often have dreams where I’m at an old job that was awful, or still in school. It’s like your brain is torturing you with your past traumas and telling you that you never escaped.
The only good part is when you wake up and you feel grateful that you aren’t actually in that situation anymore. But I usually did not have the best quality of sleep after one of those kinds of dreams.
For me they kind of occupy a space between things that actually happened and things that didn’t. I left home when I was seventeen and after a brief stint with my grandparents, stayed with my Aunt until I started college. In the dream I was displaced at my Aunt’s house and had no choice but to move back home. I hate that feeling of dependence.
I have naturally curly hair! I love it. Even when I don’t style it it looks like I styled it. It never just hangs down my back. I was made for lightly rainy or windy days.
It’s just a shame. It makes me think of the lost art of pennying people in.
If your house had a firepit or a burn pit I’d suggest donating that sweater as kindling. And if any bits are left, drive by his house & toss them on the lawn…
They never do in my experience. They dont want get involved. I had one front desk clerk tell me they could move my family of 4 to basically a single room under the stairs at 330 am.
My yelp review reflected my consternation with that pseudo solution.
Last night I came home from 2 weeks of visiting family in Florida. My apartment smelled. My GF said it had always smelled that way. I thought it was a new smell, perhaps a squirrel had died in the crawlspace.
I got ready for bed. While putting the cover back on the mattress, I found the source of the smell. A rodent had died right next to my bed. It had grey fur, a pointy snout and a hairless tail. I wrapped my hands in many paper towels, picked it up, bagged it and threw it out.
So to sum up- my new apartment is smaller, about $200 more each month, up 3 flights of stairs, in a bad neighborhood and has rats. Yay.
I’m very glad I don’t have pets right now. The dead rodent had no wounds. I assume he was poisoned. When I call management, I will have them leave more poison all over my apartment.
If they’re the only one there, they may not be allowed to leave the front desk area.
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I was at the firehouse for NYE, one of the guys brought fireworks which were lit off in the parking lot after midnight. Everyone went out to watch, including one guy’s gf & the dog. Dog was terrified but did she ask they be stopped or leave or at least take him back inside? Nooo.
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I had wanted to get a robe made for yesterday’s special anniversary; emailed the old club president for a logo, which of course he couldn’t find, nor could I find what I was looking for in my old pics. When we were on the beach yesterday I looked at the megaphone & there is what I wanted, as a sticker on the side of it;
I did find a Marvel one at Primark for $10, which is a fraction of what I was going to spend but it didn’t have the club logo & ‘25 year member’ that I wanted on it.
I think many urban rats these days are resistant to the stuff apratments put out. I use something called “just one bite” I get from Amazon. Itg works much better than stuff you can purchase from the hardware stores. (I live near a drainage ditch)