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Mar. 29th, 2014 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
promenyI had a dream that I actually remembered last night.
I was at the old ranch house that my family used to have in Pendleton. My dad was there, and he discovered that I did an unspecified amount of DPH last night, which caused me to get out all of the food in the refrigerator and put them in brown paper bags on the floor, while leaving the door of the refrigerator open. I do remember tripping in the dream, but it was nothing like how DPH was like; for one thing, I was unaware of myself and my eyes didn't hurt.
Out of anger, he had me sent to the psych ward down in Lewiston. I met a psychiatrist who talked to me the last time I went down there (a little less than a year ago), and she was more amused than anything else. She could tell I was fine, and when I told her that the whole Asperger's misdiagnosis was bunk (my father brought it up to her, I'm sure), we both laughed and she agreed that I didn't have it due to test results.
Quite an odd dream, especially since I'd never do DPH again. Even with DXM.
I've been thinking about what I should do once the semester is over. I'm still reading a lot, and I'm thinking about writing a non-fictional book over the summer. It is important because there are a lot of thoughts in my head, and I might die soon after I turn 31 (although there is no way to be certain). If I do, I will have no regrets unless if I don't write that book. I feel that I have to.
Other than that, just trying to talk to women on OkCupid. Maybe I will get somewhere, maybe I won't. Maybe it isn't meant to be.
I was at the old ranch house that my family used to have in Pendleton. My dad was there, and he discovered that I did an unspecified amount of DPH last night, which caused me to get out all of the food in the refrigerator and put them in brown paper bags on the floor, while leaving the door of the refrigerator open. I do remember tripping in the dream, but it was nothing like how DPH was like; for one thing, I was unaware of myself and my eyes didn't hurt.
Out of anger, he had me sent to the psych ward down in Lewiston. I met a psychiatrist who talked to me the last time I went down there (a little less than a year ago), and she was more amused than anything else. She could tell I was fine, and when I told her that the whole Asperger's misdiagnosis was bunk (my father brought it up to her, I'm sure), we both laughed and she agreed that I didn't have it due to test results.
Quite an odd dream, especially since I'd never do DPH again. Even with DXM.
I've been thinking about what I should do once the semester is over. I'm still reading a lot, and I'm thinking about writing a non-fictional book over the summer. It is important because there are a lot of thoughts in my head, and I might die soon after I turn 31 (although there is no way to be certain). If I do, I will have no regrets unless if I don't write that book. I feel that I have to.
Other than that, just trying to talk to women on OkCupid. Maybe I will get somewhere, maybe I won't. Maybe it isn't meant to be.
