Nightmare

This takes the prize as the most traumatizing one I've had in years.
Some lady with a young child takes our home and has my parents as her slaves. My father slowly lost his mind and is no longer his self. I drive over there to take them out of there and it starts to rain. I felt sorry for leaving our home and for my dad having to leave his birds in that house with that lady, so we decide to set them free. Something happens where I momentarily lost sight of my dad. My mom and I start to look for him in the rain, we got separated and as I turn a corner, I see my dad crouching in the floor with a gun in his mouth. And in a slow motion scene: No matter how fast I tried to get to him; no matter how much I screamed, I didn't make it. I tried to stop the bleeding. Tried to stay calm. A cousin of mine appears and I tell him to call an ambulance as I tried to put pressure on a wound through my dad's throat (which was weird since he shot himself through the mouth). My dad is crying and all I can do is caress his forehead and reassure him that I'm right here. I hold back tears so that he doesn't get worried and I just hope the ambulance gets here.Then for some reason an ambulance of clowns arrives instead of a real ambulance because my cousin called the wrong number for the ambulance. I had a rush of anger toward his idiocy. And my dad gives his last gasp of air. The scene changes, and I'm taken to the front of the house my car has no roof and all of belongings are wet and my car is filled with water from the rain. And I just remember thinking "Everything is ok. It will be ok." and I feel weightless, and I then (I think) I'm driving through the street at night with the street lights flashing by.

It all looked so real. It all felt real.

the weirdest day

I walk to my work/practicum hospital every morning around 6:30 am from a parking space that is like 3 blocks away. I always considered it to be safe. It is heavy with traffic and with lots of lighting, but for some reason today was just one of those weird days when I am really surprised that this type of things happen to me. Just when I was about to cross the street, this guy was getting out of his car and he called out to me. I was like 6 ft away from him and he was talking super low. First I thought he had car problems because he looked kinda scared and worried. So I just said "Excuse me?" And I clearly heard him say, "Do you want to get in my car?" and I was just like "Umm noo." and he just kept saying "you don't want to get in my car?" I just started crossing the street almost without looking and just left saying "Umm no thank you that's fine." and walked as fast as I could without causing him any alarm to come running after me or something. I did manage to cross the street and was just so happy that those cars slowed down for me so that I could cross and leave this weird guy behind. I did glance back and he was already gone.
All my way to the hospital I kept thinking of what had just happened. "WTF was that?!?!" and I got this feeling that this guy looked much more scared than I did, but even then, I told the security guard of what occurred because I still have a whole week left of my practicum in this hospital and I do not want to be kidnapped and leave my parents off with paying my school loans. No.

anniversary...a bit late though

Last week commemorated my move-in to this apartment. It has witnessed good things, bad things, tears, many lazy things, and incredibly funny things to the point I hope there is no hidden camera catching any of this...or anything at all (imagine! scary as fuck!!)

Anywho, I made a cake around the 8th, chilled and just enjoyed silence to celebrate...

On a good note: the ganglion cyst is magically gone! No trace of it at all. I would at times poke it, but never dared to actually drain it like some people did by hitting it with books. Eww~.. kimochi warui! This word just came to my mind. lol. Oh I had a dream where everything was in Japanese. I talked in Japanese, and I understood everyone who were talking in Japanese too! It was the most happiest dream I've had in a while. Woke up smiling lol. But back to the wrist thing and it's disapparation, I don't know, but maybe, just maybe, my body defenses actually understood what I said back then. I remember poking it and thinking:

Hmm, body of mine and first line of defense, you know guys there is this foreign object in the wrist. Here, right here where I'm pressing. Do you guys sense it? Now, I think I read it's a build up of proteins and what not from the wrist, so I suggest you use some ezymatic approach to it in order to remove it. I don't want it here, so I allow the call for backup from other leukocytes and the use of enzymes not usually used for degradation of proteins outside the cells.

something like that lol. (as funny as it sounds I actually did say this...gosh I am idiot lol)