[Kitsa]

I had a horrible dream last week in which I was so out-of-my-mind depressed that I slit my wrists (down the road, not across the street) and I could actually feel the zings of pain...it was so vivid I woke up crying, a first for me since infancy, and I actually felt as if my arms hurt. I kept looking at them, expecting to see the same gashes I saw in the dream. It was pretty traumatic,

And then last night I dreamed I went to a yard sale run by this total bitch, every time I came upon something I was interested in, even if it was a ratty old children's book, she seemed to magically know and tell me that it was a thousand dollars or something. I finally rounded up some stuff I wanted that had all 20, 30-cent price tags on it and she told me my total was fifteen thousand dollars. I was so pissed that I left, and then my family plotted to blow up her car as revenge.