DREAMS ARE BACK!

I didn’t really notice I hadn’t been dreaming and remembering them until they were back I had rich vivid dreams last night. Full plot and dialogue dreams. My alarm woke me at 7am from a detailed game of snooker that cost $20 an hour with lots of issues. A detailed script following a totally different story in a bad neighbourhood.

I woke up a few times with more pee than previous nights. Both side effects of not using as much dehydrating meth. My brain and body already starting to heal.

It’s 7:32 now and the pizza was nourishing but very dry and stale. I seriously can’t remember if I took my pill or not. Whoops. I didn’t film my morning routine today. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I didn’t. I’ll feed the animals and sleep till noon.

I’m up.

I went back to sleep after feeding the pig and chickens. One sadly is staying out sitting on some eggs that will never hatch. I gave her some water and food separate in hopes she doesn’t die with that hopeless mission.

At around 10am the dog woke me with his passive aggressive occasional chirp-bark. He goes out and the female sleeps in until he comes back in, and then they both go out. It’s annoying but I let them do it most days. Now they’re both and and he begins barking again like he wants out. I don’t like this if it’s a new part of their routine. I give them minimum attention and affection as per his rules. He needs to be seen as their master… Not me. So I’m ignoring this new barking. They’ll adapt eventually. I’m not a total pushover. 

I’m super tired. I could probably sleep now till I have to feed the animals dinner at 4:20. I should do my invoicing and a few other tasks for my business since it’s Feb 1st today and bills are due.

I use the last of my meth scraps and blow some nice huge clouds, although the taste isn’t fresh because the scraps include brown pre-burned bits.

The dogs up their noise. I give in and let them into the house, but not yet outside. I’m sure they’ll complain but at least this way they know I know it’s a game.

I’m never sure what is right, but I am still doing a good job. The master doesn’t follow his own rules exactly either. Dogs are flexible and I don’t want them to think they’re the ones winning.

I take a few more clouds knowing this will be the very last day, but still feeling like I could sleep.

I should start on some work… Right after I let the fucking dogs out.

End of part two.

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