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A little hoarder

I think, on average, people tend to be hoarders more than the opposite. Whether you are a hoarder depends on a definition of when the hoarding starts to be obstructive, impeding.

My hoarding is impeding. It’s been clear to me for a long time I need to do something about it. My belongings take up more space than what’s my home. I dumped a few things at my mother-in-law’s and I used to have a storage at my grandmother’s before my mother claimed that space and showed me the door. Now, most of that is in my basement.

I’ll skip the details for those of you who can relate. The ones who cannot – you probably don’t read this. Continue reading A little hoarder

Dream analysis 3

This won’t be much of an analysis, as I don’t have much time. Just a recap.
The dream was a bit scary.

I dreamt about my friend whose husband has committed a suicide a few years ago. She called me to have a chat. She told me her husband is back and is planning another suicide. I was surprised. She said he has this special ability to trick other people. He can manipulate time or whatever so you can see him in one place, and in the next second, you can see him somewhere else. It’s not that he can move in a blink, but he freezes time and goes on with his business. Of course, most people don’t see him doing that, but she learned about it.
He faked his death, and now he’s come for revenge. For what, I don’t know. My friend was quite desperate. She told me he was weird and she wanted to get lose of him.
The husband came by. He said hello, talked a bit, was all sweet and the situation looked a-ok. But then I saw him in action. He demonstrated a bit. Then I was in another room or place, frozen and my friend was left alone with him. I was worried.
When I came back my friend was nowhere to be seen. But there was meat everywhere (not blood, but fish fillet-like pieces). I asked where was my friend. He said “There!” and showed me on the shelf. I repeated, “Where is my friend?” because I didn’t want to play along. And he repeated “There!” and showed me another place. And so forth a few times. “And where are the children?” He told me they were ok. (I believed him.)
I was left for home, feeling unwell, like I failed to stop the husband from killing her (because she was nagging him). My husband asked where or how was my friend and I said he was taking care of her. I started to worry to say too much. He could be watching right now. He could be invisible. Oh, he could be watching anytime.

It was a quite unnerving experience.