Currently on 2nd night of my S2 C2 SASRB. I'm supposed to start C3 tomorrow night, but I'm gettin' the itch to run it tonight. Dunno.
I had some legitimately terrifying dreams this past cycle.
Still not having sex on a regular basis. Part of me is getting fed up w/ that. It's been a long time, and I don't see an end in sight, so...Something's got to give. Oh yeah, just remembered another dream from night 3...My SIL was lying next to me in a bed, and she made the first move.
Last night's dreams were much calmer - nothing terrifying, and I really don't remember any of them.
Finally, I've started to watch what I eat, and have made a conscious decision to drop weight eating more reasonably, without restricting myself to the insane levels I normally do when dieting (which has always led to a yo-yo pattern of gaining/losing weight). So that's really positive.
I had some legitimately terrifying dreams this past cycle.
- A prominent figure, on night 2, was assassinated. I was part of the entourage. I had just radioed that the approaching person was not a threat, but then the guy pulled out a gun and shot the VIP in the back, dead. As soon as that happened, one of the security officers blew the assassins head off. I was then suddenly expected to take the VIP's place as next-in-line. Next thing I know, I'm on a space mission that turns out to somehow cause me to travel back in time and give the prominent figure a gun to protect himself, which he does, because some part of me didn't want his position.
- Night 3 was the worst (and best?). Another tornado dream (air & water - mental/emotional?). This one was a monster, in my home city. I was with my parents. I was also with my first cousins (and their kids) - whom I haven't associated with for years - and don't really see myself ever being close to again in this life. We were downtown, and this sucker appeared out-of-nowhere - easily an F4. I sprang into action, and took who I could into the closest safe space. Some people didn't listen (or were too scared), and hid wherever they could. Now, in waking life, my dad just retired. He's worked his tail off for years, and has built up a very comfortable retirement that will not only leave him and my mom wealthy, but my siblings and me a hefty inheritance some day. Anyway, in the dream, the aftermath was horrendous. Skyscrapers (one being the former tallest building in the city, and the other one of my dad's former office buildings) were bent over in half, creaking and ready to collapse any second. People were screaming and crying. I rushed to find my parents. About 100 ft. away from a body, someone stopped me and told me not to go over there. My dad was lying on the ground, dead, after something crushed his head to nothing. I could viscerally feel anguish that he would never get to enjoy the retirement and "good life" he'd worked so hard to build. I know that there's something here, symbolically, about it being my father who died, and his head specifically being crushed. That dream left me shook for the whole day.
Still not having sex on a regular basis. Part of me is getting fed up w/ that. It's been a long time, and I don't see an end in sight, so...Something's got to give. Oh yeah, just remembered another dream from night 3...My SIL was lying next to me in a bed, and she made the first move.
Last night's dreams were much calmer - nothing terrifying, and I really don't remember any of them.
Finally, I've started to watch what I eat, and have made a conscious decision to drop weight eating more reasonably, without restricting myself to the insane levels I normally do when dieting (which has always led to a yo-yo pattern of gaining/losing weight). So that's really positive.
