Monday, May 12, 2014


I've started a new blog detailing my psychological struggles.
If you're interested in reading it, let me know, otherwise I will keep it separate.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

This Mourning

I woke up extremely early [for me] during a realistically horrifying "dream": one horse at BbB had died, two horses were in the process of dying while suffering greatly, and two girls were being pulled out of class because they, too, were dying. One of them was a girl who doesn't actually exist [to my knowledge] yet of whom I seemed to have a very close relationship; she had red hair and she was 
devastated that she didn't have the time to do everything she was working on finishing.

Then, Stejpeck told me I could have this gorgeous-and-unique-somehow-Irish mare with a very thin and dished, elegant face, for only $12. I then discussed with her how much her feed would cost, which in the dream was either $20 or $40 a week.

When I opened my eyes I had an insane headache over my left eye, feeling like it pervaded into the actual socket, while mourning the loss of all those who must pass.