Hello/Screaming About Toys

Hello! I am going to make (attempt to make) a blog of my nightly/daily dreams. :-)

I was at my house in Georgia. My mom and Aunty Cathy were upstairs cleaning out the cabinets in the loft, throwing away all of my "childhood things." I was downstairs, looking up to them and kept screaming and screaming at my mom. My chest was tight and I was enraged. I told her that "I hate you when you do these things." Both my Aunt and my mom were, psychically how they looked when they were younger -- This was more apparent in my aunt because she was facing me, while my view of my mom was 3/4 from the back. My mom kept 1) Denying that this was what she was doing and 2) telling me how ridiculous and irrational I was being. My aunt, once I was upstairs and walking towards my sister's room, said something along the lines of "well at least now you know your antidepressants are working," or something like that (i do not take anti-depressants). My reaction was to be mad, but I said to myself "she would say that, she's obsessed with medication," and held my tongue.

I'm standing in the loft looking into the much more sparce cabinets. My mom and aunt are now downstairs. I am rummaging through the far left cabinet asking her if she could atleast ask me before she threw things out -- maybe let me pick what I wanted to keep. She said it's too late. I, in a flabbergasted tone, was all "MY GRANDCHAMPIONS?! MY WAFFLE BLOCKS?" She said, "your grandchampions are in the basement." Knowing full well they were not. I find this hand embroidered (with my initials) laundry bag I got as a gift a while back -- in real life it is blue. This one is pink, the color of another laundry bag I own that is mass produced and says "DIRTY" on the side.