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dragonfly:

starry-eyed pirate:
Du-ude... :smile:

sweet dreams my friend.

Scarred:
[ This Message was edited by: Scarred on 2006-01-29 18:19 ]

starry-eyed pirate:
...yeah, what about nightmares...

Last night I dreampt a nightmare...that I was back in $tr8...I was sittin' in group...I was playin' it cool again...waitin' for my oportunity to bolt...my mind was full of all kinds of suspicions as to who had set me up, who was it that had done this to me again ??  My heart was full of anger and pain again.  Mike Kirsch was leadin' the rap.  I wasn't really payin' attention to what anyone was talkin' about.  I was only thinkin' of my situation and how I could escape. It was the "how are you makin' changes" part of the rap.  I was sitting expressionless...looking straight ahead not payin' attention to who was talkin'...

Now I remember even more...earlier in the dream my brother had copped out.(he was never actually in group, but he was in siblings).  I helped him get a head start, and then stayed behind to distract attention from his havin' split.  Maybe that's why I was put back into group.  Anyway here comes Mike Kirsch.  I knew he would call on me and I knew I didn't even know the rap topic.  I knew there would be some sort of a confrontation... As I'm sittin' on front row and he walks by he says to me "I understand there was a breakdown in communications between you and your brother"(Fuck you mutherfucker!), implying that my bro had betrayed me by leavin  without me on purpose or something, which wasn't true.  I asked Mike in a sarcastic tone:   "Oh, and how do you know that...because you are so adept at analyzing relationships that you know everything ??  You know nothing!"  

...next thing I knew I was standing in an open doorway doin' chin-ups from a bar.  I just stared out at staff silent and expressionless, the way a prisoner does, full of calculated rage as I pulled myself up and down, counting my chin-ups.  My form was perfect, my discipline strong, I felt militant.  Staff was nervously watching me. Then I began to realize that I was over 18 and that they couldn't hold me...and yet there I was...I was just realizing I could put in a withdraw and split but then I wondered if I was court ordered or if they had some trick to keep me there...

I woke up angry and disturbed...

dragonfly:

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