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Jul. 15th, 2002 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phineasjonesi love the weekends because rach is home and we do so much together and she's wonderful and its lovely. the weekends are frustrating bc i can't keep track of my e-mail and lj the way i would like to and thus get friends page backlog and can't really read all the updates the way i want to and... sigh. these things should be able to happily co-exist. but they don't.
i had such a sad dream last night. about this girl, alisa cormier. she was in my brother's class in elementary school. i remember her... she was nice to him and an incredibly sweet girl. when she was 7 (i was 9) she was electrocuted when a plugged in hair dryer fell in her bath tub. she was comatose for years. i think she died, but i'm not sure... i lost track of her story. anyway, in my dream i was my age now but she was still young and alive and i was babysitting for her. but then i understood that she was sick, supernaturally so... i don't remember how. and she died while her mother was away. and i had to tell everyone what happened. and i was so so sad. and random other friends appeared in the dream - and i would either have to tell them or they would be comforting me. sarah buckley. betsey brada. and i cried a lot. and i wonder where this came from. i never can think of that girl, alisa, without thinking of my brother... perhaps that's the source of the sadness?
i can't think about this. i have things to do.
i had such a sad dream last night. about this girl, alisa cormier. she was in my brother's class in elementary school. i remember her... she was nice to him and an incredibly sweet girl. when she was 7 (i was 9) she was electrocuted when a plugged in hair dryer fell in her bath tub. she was comatose for years. i think she died, but i'm not sure... i lost track of her story. anyway, in my dream i was my age now but she was still young and alive and i was babysitting for her. but then i understood that she was sick, supernaturally so... i don't remember how. and she died while her mother was away. and i had to tell everyone what happened. and i was so so sad. and random other friends appeared in the dream - and i would either have to tell them or they would be comforting me. sarah buckley. betsey brada. and i cried a lot. and i wonder where this came from. i never can think of that girl, alisa, without thinking of my brother... perhaps that's the source of the sadness?
i can't think about this. i have things to do.
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Date: 2002-07-15 02:52 pm (UTC)thanks for the love too. :) same to you.