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Wondering when I'll get to slow down enough to write again...this was supposed to be my vacation, but I'm working harder than ever!

Also wondering why I feel so blank lately. Maybe I don't have time to feel, or know what I feel...

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Weird dreams - I was driving, found a woman lying on the road near a corner, unconscious. Yellow dress, dark hair, no one I know. Somehow - I could never do this IRL - I got her in my car and over to the gas station. Don't remember much, but there were suspicions of alien activity, and the lady cashier didn't want to turn her over to the guys (workers and doctors, I think), and at one point, I had to fight - hard (not physically, battle of wills) - to save the unconscious woman. Everyone was trying to convince me to abandon her - to what, I don't remember - and I just couldn't. From "experiments"...? Weird ****. No idea where the alien stuff came from, but it makes me want to watch a movie. Don't know which one. I feel weird...I expect I sound it, too.

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Just remembered the last nightmare I had a couple of months ago. To be quite honest I'm not sure what it was.. scared the living daylights out of me.

I was tossing around in bed not falling asleep when I realized someone was next to me. I realized it was my wife. I asked : Are you there?

"Yesssss", it answered in a demon-possessed Linda Blair/Gollum voice.

I jumped up and found  the bed empty as it should be.

My wife was on a trip to Dubai at the time.

Didn't sleep anymore that night.

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1 hour ago, SpiralingMind said:

How about meteorologist?  

 

Okay...that's really creepy.  I nearly posted the same reply about an hour ago (right about when you posted), but I'm new and I didn't want to offend any meteorologists who may post here.

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One of my favorite poems, by Marge Piercy:

 

For strong women

 

A strong woman is a woman who is straining.

A strong woman is a woman standing

on tip toe and lifting a barbell

while trying to sing Boris Godunov.

A strong woman is a woman at work

cleaning out the cesspool of the ages,

and while she shovels, she talks about

how she doesn't mind crying, it opens

the ducts of her eyes, and throwing up

develops the stomach muscles, and

she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.

 

A strong woman is a woman in whose head

a voice is repeating, I told you so,

ugly, bad girl, Biotch, nag, shrill, witch,

ballbuster, nobody will ever love you back,

why aren't you feminine, why aren't

you soft, why aren't you quiet, why

aren't you dead?

 

A strong woman is a woman determined

to do something others are determined

not to be done. She is pushing up on the bottom

of a lead coffin lid. She is trying to raise

a manhole cover with her head, she is trying

to butt her way though a steel wall.

Her head hurts. People waiting for the hole

to be made say, hurry, you're so strong.

 

A strong woman is a woman bleeding

inside. A strong woman is a woman making

herself strong every morning while her teeth

loosen and her back throbs. Every baby,

a tooth, midwives used to say, and now

every battle a scar. A strong woman

is a mass of scar tissue that aches

when it rains and wounds that bleed

when you bump them and memories that get up

in the night and pace in boots to and fro.

 

A strong woman is a woman who craves love

like oxygen or she turns blue choking.

A strong woman is a woman who loves

strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly

terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong

in words, in action, in connection, in feeling;

she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf

sucking her young. Strength is not in her, but she

enacts it as the wind fills a sail.

 

What comforts her is others  loving

her equally for the strength and for the weakness

from which it issues, lightning from a cloud.

Lightning stuns. In rain, the clouds disperse.

Only water of connection remains,

flowing through us. Strong is what we make

each other.

Until we are all strong together,

a strong woman is a woman strongly afraid.

 

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