Thought of the day

Having a child with the wrong man brings heartbreak over and over and over. Even after you two split up, he'll disappoint her, which will break your heart too. You'll make exciting weekend plans with her, and suddenly, he'll call and get her to change her mind so she goes with him instead. And that'll break your heart. You were looking forward to this weekend all week, and he just prances up and steals her. Heartbreak. The hours spent trying to explain why daddy isn't around. Heartbreak for you both.

It's just bad. All bad. If I knew then what I know now, I might not have a child... That's sad. But one thing's for sure, I wouldn't have a child with an occasional father.

More dreaming

This time, I dreamt that I was in charge of a major supermarket chain and decided to start delivery service. I asked all the managers what their costs would be too deliver, and what their profit margins looked like. They told me they could deliver for free without losing much profit, so I decided to undercut Safeway by pricing my delivery service at less than half their price.
That's all I remember.

Dream

I had a dream that I went back to my old college to pick up a transcript, and I had to talk to one of the counselors to get it. I have history with this counselor. She was there for me when I went through some really rough times. Anyway, when I met with her, she kept talking like I was going back to school. I tried to explain that I just needed the transcript for a job, but she wouldn't listen. She told me that my mother had "cleared some things up" for them and that they wouldn't help me with anything when I came back. I explained about my mother and told her I didn't have anybody to watch my daughter, and she was very rude. I think her face even changed, but I can't remember. I left with the transcript, ranting to myself on the way back to my mother's car (which I'm driving now). People were starting, but I didn't care.

In another dream, all I can remember is being really happy with my mother and my grandmother. My grandmother had her moments when she could be really fun (mostly she was abusive toward me and my mother, but sometimes she was a lot of fun). I remember something about dancing with her in a parka (over both of us) and telling her she was really fun. Then, it faded out and I remember thinking, "well that was a nice dream". Something else happened after that, but I can't remember what... I think I was crying.