Just Another Dream Journal

My children tick me the hell off so flipping bad. 'A woman I babysit for just offered to let me move in' (says my 14 yo daughter) 'Just think about it. At least then I'd go to school.'
WTF?! Here or there, what the hell makes the difference. She needs to get her ass to school either way.

Anyhow... I slept from 5:30-7 and my anger was very apparent in my dreams. I woke up (was probably SP) because I had a STRONG demonic presence that was very oppressive in its strength and persistence. The dream was the same old lame one, but with an angry twist. I was trying to find all these goods to market but stuff kept getting in the way. I was the young boy again in the dream.
I wish I could recall more, but hubby woke me up by ringing my computer. I picked up my allowance then drove to Goodwill half asleep. The dream quickly faded from mind.