I dreamt about tornadoes last night. Seventeen of them to be exact. I watched them form, change from white to gray to gray with black highlights. Some of them disintegrated before they reached where I was. All of them passed over the house I was in. I was with my mom and sisters. I was the age I am today.
I had no fear. Zippo. Nada. This is the first time I had a dream about tornadoes where fear was not present and the house I was in was not lifted off the foundation. My cats were safe. It was a good dream.
Went to Stress Management Group this morning. It was good. Talked about feelings, definitions, body symptoms, inappropriate expression, appropriate expression and what they could be confused with. I went one step further and identified what those feelings mask. That was very helpful.
Came home and goofed around on the computer. Looking up stuff about the 19 firemen that died. Very sad. Trimmed my very over grown bushes. Raked up the clippings and will deal with those tomorrow. Took breaks because my right hand doesn't have enough strength to hold the hedge clipper for very long. Got to sit in sunshine and relax. Felt good.
Going to watch Without A Trace DVDs. Not hungry so I skipped dinner. Monthly shopping is tomorrow. Will make a list in the morning and empty out the car.
See? Organized scatter.
That's all I have for today.
I found this video on someone's twitter account. I liked it. It's called, "Reel Wisdom: Lessons from 40 films in 7 minutes."
