i had a weird dream last night about a sinster world where people on foot and on bicycle were being weeded out and killed. the only behavior that was acceptable was to drive a car or big truck. i was part of the resistance and was on my bike and all this bad stuff was happening--a big rig tried to run me over and i confronted the driver and she was like "well, you are on a bike, and that's not allowed", and my mom was part of a runner's group who were running together down the road and we were all scared that the were going to be shot by snipers. there was also some sort of ban on loving animals and my brothers were there and we had some dogs and were holding them in our laps and loving on them, all the while shooting sideways glances to see if we were being watched. it was the worst place ever! i usually don't dream about people i know that often, and this one had tons of friends and family in it, so it was particulary scary.
E is going to help me start getting up earlier in an effort to improve my mental state. this morning he brought me coffee and cooked me breakfast. and this week, he's going to call me and get me out of bed at 7 every day and if i don't get up, he's taking away my inclusion in his entertainment budget. tough love!
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