Entry One Hundred Thirty-One.
Sunday, 2010.10.24, 8:10 PM CST.
Various observations:  Dream/Sky/Glenda.
Current Mood:  Tired but surviving.
Current Scent:  None.

I had a dream last night that I was being pursued by someone - someone dark in nature, extremely strong, and possibly demonic.  It was quite frightening.

Early this morning, while driving through Tulsa, the skies were magnificent - a high-contrast hodgepodge of different shades of grey, moving quickly.  Beautiful.  The sky didn't quite radiate the calming serenity of November Grey, but it was very beautiful nonetheless.

A bit later, I found mydself thinking about my first shrink, Glenda, with whom I shared many sessions at the University of Tulsa's Alexander Health Center.

At one point while she was trying to fix me, she asked me earnestly:  If I could do anything that I wanted... what would truly make me happy?

My response mainly revolved around playing video games.

I have a feeling that I wasn't being honest with myself.  If I was, then I have changed an awful lot over the past couple of decades.

Sometimes, I'm pretty sure that the me that I was then would hate the me that I am now.

Badger