Yearning--a fragment, Thoughts, anyone?

I didn't realize it'd be like this,
Like a door opening in my chest,
Like waves pounding in my head.
I thought it would be like a sunrise at the beach,
But not the kind where you wake up cold, bones brittle, thirsty,
And still wanting.

Meme

stolen from kyssme
Go back to today's date last year, and post the entry (these are pulled from my faerieeris journal)

( one year ago )

I was happy.

Sick. . .randomness.

Stubling from tv to computer to bed, back and forth. I have some sort of throat thing. Keeping my spirits up because at least it's not the "consumption" I had first year, with the coughing and the craziness and the seriously thinking I was going to die. That was bad. This is not so bad. However, I never thought I'd say that I miss the "hamster drops*". I may have to go in search of them. Also, I wish I had a thermometer.

Someone called my cell this morning. I had no service, I could kinda hear a voice for a second before it cut off. The stupid phone won't tell me the number. If you called me, call the house phone, I'd love to know who was awake and called. If it was a Montpellier MoHo, seriously guys. Textos. I wasn't cognizant at the time.

Had a really weird dream, there was lots more to it but what I remember was being in a big parlor-type room with Kay and her mom and my ex and someone else, possibly Katie. Kay's mom was keeping all my stuff in boxes/china cabinets for me while I went abroad. We were all dressed in these party gowns, like, and Kay's mom looked like some sort of high-priestess and had a pierced eyebrow. She was passing out these cards, good luck cards for going abroad. Mine had red roses on it and said something about going to Versailles with friends and touching the statue of Cupid and leaving offerings. My ex and I started to bicker--something about crying, and how I wasn't going to cry-- and she went over to this chair and picked up this blond baby (who looked like my friend's daughter Raven) and was talking to it, and it reached out to me and I took it on my lap. And then the cell rang and I woke up. Weirdness. Also, in the dream I remember wandering through a street fair wondering what I should do with my military uniform while I was abroad. The uniform I was thinking of was a navy-blue wool uniform of sorts, lots of medals and stuff on the front, and my party dress in the other bit was an emulation of the uniform--same color and medals, but with a huge Victorian-style skirt, made out of that taffetta stuff. Very strange.

Any thoughts on possible meanings of this?

I think I'm going back to bed.


*=weird homeopathic remedy that my ex-girlfriend dosed all of our group with when we got sick. Nastiest stuff ever, but it worked.