Monday, July 6, 2009

Oh, goodness

Alright Tin, you knew the dream was effing crazy while you were having it. But now you're trying to piece together these scary ass piece of events too. It started those weeks ago with a dream of the, and me, hanging and ended with Cynthia mentioning Court when she came to pick them up. There was another dream recently with Taylor, but it felt really natural. But this one... is scary. Especially when I realize what I've been thinking lately. Last time I thought of Tay and everything, I thought, what happens if Court assaults her? Surely Cynthia wouldn't forgive that, but what all happens there...?

And then that dream. Now that I think about the comical part, Michael shouldn't look that young and baby-faced. But when we talked about Tay and what was going on, it was all just eerie. Do I believe the cute face that I trust, or my cousin (which speaks for itself?)? Knowing the girl has a history and is 'promiscuous', do I say anything, take a side or just continue to gnaw my lip and fidget? In the end, I'm proud of myself. I came to the logical conclusion that that was an Orion clone (Star Trek saved me! My second most recent ep too!). And yet, I really just realized, what happens when that's the real thing throwing accusations?

Maybe this dream was my fault, and not prophetic. Considering all these things were on my mind in some way and it cleared itself with Star Trek. But. When Austin calls wakes me up from it as I realize I want to continue, it all feels a little scary. To invite me to Cynt's no less. I don't expect that amaiable mood I love and am used to at all, but I want to try. At least to show them I don't mind and also just in case there will be a talk. I think talks are necessary, but lately, none of the adults have been getting into them at crucial matters.

Cynthia when Taylor needs and wants to talk, nor Grandma and Mom last night after their argument was said and done. I felt family discussion was in order and voiced it at normal voice level. We just left. I tell myself I won't, but if I ever have a family. We. Will. Talk. That's all there is to it.

I don't know what I'mma do and why I'm stressing. But I guess I'll just try and dress now and bring over my DS and ST magazine and enjoy myself. Yep... Mmhm.

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