Googie and I traded blog messages Saturday and one of the last said she might have taken a overdose of her RX.
I had a dream Sunday night about being in special ed class 7th grade. I was playing a reading game/board game with a kid with multi. handicaps. This poor kid was in a wheelchair with air tanks. Well I felt bad for him and I let him win the game. He got to excited and started to have a seizure. I left him to get help from a teacher. Next thing I know I am back in general population and out of special education. There was a special assemble with a side show about this handicapped kid. I spent the next 3 years in shock/shame/traumatized state. I could have used some therapy then! These goddamn memory dreams lately! My subconscious mind is fucking with me in my sleep?
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Freaky dream! Damn the subconscious mind! There's no excape from the bastard!
Funny thing: At one point as a child, when I changed schools for the millionth time once, I was put into a near-special ed class one day, moved up to a regular class the next, then an advanced class the following day.
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