No househelp today.  My trusty manservant and dog nanny had a death in the family so I’m homebound doing chores and taking care of the furkids.  For some reason, I woke up really early this morning so by mid-morning, I was down from a nap.

Anyway, I was still in my room (in my dream) and when I woke up and opened the door to the hallway, I saw several workmen installing air conditioners in the hallway. My shoe racks which used to line the hallway were gone, and in its place were lighting and desks. My mom was there, supervising the workers, and apparently, they were getting ready to redecorate and give the house I live in to my sister and her family without telling me.  They planned to scale down and buy a place of their own but didn’t include me in their plans. (Now, that is what is happening in real life).

So, in my dream, I just blurted out and asked them. I was following them around the house (my house was mansionlike in my dream) and they were laughing and talking excitedly with my sister.  I was asking my dad what would happen to me and he just shrugged.  And I kept saying that he was bad and evil and I was so distressed, I was crying and screaming silently.

So, those are my fears coming up to the surface. Again.


About ButterKate

Mistress of MuMu and Maximus ; highly complex Gemini; semi-jaded romantic; purveyor of inane and profound conversation; incessant chocoholic; caffeine-free; mad driver on the road; pheromone questor; control freak; neurotic disguised with calm outer appearance; sufficiently amiable when placid, terrifying when provoked; occasional ditz; sporadic provider of life altering insights; retired poet; provider of mischief as the need arises; patron of destiny advisers; truth-teller (yes, the emperor has no clothes).

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