^ And the waking up sad stays w you for the rest of the day, I know how you feel...
It is the heat I think...
So in my last one ( I have nightmares every night ) it was the 1970s and everyone had on polyesters and bell bottoms. I was an artist like now except my studio had all glass walls and it was HUGE and with winding staircases. I had books, paper ornaments, and newspaper stacked high all around in a maze like disarray. I had a stalker who was a 7' tall man w black hair and he broke into the studio. For what seemed like forever I distracted him w confetti and crepe paper, managing to keep him away. The yrs went by and he got shorter, older, and less scary but I had PTSD really bad and thought I saw him outside so I organized the stacks of paper to cover up the glass walls and never ever went outside. The doorbell rang and I was so relieved it was my girlfriend coming over for tea. That was around the time I noticed we were all very tall which is strange but symbolically I think it means shedding fear and growing confidence. Anyway she coaxed me outside and we all went for a walk in the Fall air. For the first time in years, and at the end of our walk, I threw my head back and smiled and I left that life and watched me smile outside myself as I flew away into the night sky.
In the next life/scene it was the late 1980s and think I mightve been the same woman but I was dressed in typical attire w the fuschias, black velvets, red, gold and I had an art show.
Things got kinda stupid tho when my studio was filled w John Candy movies on VHS and I had to swim through them to get by. Then I saw the man himself was signing them as he stacked them. It was getting to be dawn, they were in jean jackets, and that was the end.
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