Wednesday, November 24, 2021

"Caroling, Caroling"



What reasons is Petra Mullejans great for, do you think?

Gottfried von der Goltz does not ever challenge the greatness of Petra Mullejans.

I guess...

...in the instances that I get closer to other people, other people get closer to my relatives...

Me Singing a Few Days Ago

I made it private, by accident.

Naps?

Sometimes, for me coffee has stopped working.  With pills, it seems I need like 12 hours of sleep sometimes, sometimes more.

My Dream: Setting up and Getting Down

I was looking kind attractive, and someone very attractive came and talked to me telling me who she liked, 2 people, going through a list, telling me and my younger brother.

We were in a big room, kinda dark and brown, lots of young people and some older adults who looked kinda like a young generation.

We got tested.  Like, a long shot in our nose didn't hurt.

I got mucus in one test into something and it filled up a clear rectangular box.  I had little tubes in my brain, looked blue in the diagram.  I needed brain surgery or else maybe they'd pop out.

We reviewed for awhile.

We all got food, some flat breads, maybe healthy pizza, and a pan of tomato soup that was kinda healthy.  Mine fell over, we hand sandwiches, and someone's sandwich was where the pan was, we were praying or something.  I told someone.  They used like green pepper/pumpkins and made me soup in a huge pan, big enough you can get into.

I remember, a little boy was with my younger brother and I on a journey, that was enlightening.  Later, a younger boy was on the side of my lap.

The room was dark with long tables.

There was the mystery of the very attractive person, a lady.  People liked when I was in high school and involved in clubs a lot.

Dream: A Loving Life

It was like a pig had given instructions, like a cartoon or whatever or made up idea, to put together a big chocolate display for it, some that looked like it.  Some fell apart, but it served its purpose on display.  I know some looked like it some.  It told of the parts.  It was for me and on display for everyone.  The pig was a boy.  I forget all the rest.  I was probably in some place that seemed interesting and neat.  People were against it, but still.

I know I showed a picture of a half human half pig fetus last night to my roommate, who said it was so cute!  I "felt" for it.  (I was sorry for it.)