Repressed memories…

Stress always seems to have a negative impact on the dreams…  they make them like a fun house of mirrors…

As for the repressed memories… the fact I remember what I dreamed, tells me it is likely a memory… Is it a new memory, I can’t tell that… I know from experience it could take many nights for me to know what I am seeing…

When sister told me about dumping me off the top bunk for a while, in the middle of the night… I had nightmares about falling… once I knew the reason for the nightmare, it quit…

Same goes for the “Boob beating” and the “Japan beating”… once I remembered all of it, the nightmare left me alone and I have a hard time even recalling all of it now… seems once you face the devil, it slinks off into the night… at least for me it’s working that way… but I am not focusing on the memory either, so it may be a self-defense mechanism in place…

6 full weeks off Levothyroxine and I feel so much better… the worse that happens, my speech gets screwed up and it’s been like that since the Japan beating… so since I was at least 16 years old… man-made drugs, ugh!!!… Ringing in my ears still on going and it could be for so many reasons, that have nothing to do with the brain… just good ole genetics…

PT, holy crap… my left leg has hurt since that appointment, it even woke me up in the middle of the night, didn’t like my position I was in…  no pain, no gain… 

Realtor’s hired for selling and buying… this is going to be one busy year… and I will be forced to my lap top to do everything, once I pack up my big bertha monitor… hope eye surgery happens sooner than later…

It’s exciting times and it’s stressful… but nothing that isn’t manageable and been done before… just a repeat performance that I hope is for the last time…

So noisy here, roosters going off, sun shining and the birds are singing… looking forward to seeing deer walk past my window when I write or an eagle… no more roosters…

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I Remember… Margie… who love snuggling under the covers…

Sgt. USAF DAV