In the first dream, I have a job at a radio station playing music. It’s almost my time slot, so I go to look for something to play. Everywhere I look, I can only find a few records if any at all. I run around the station — which is very large and filled with shops — but I can’t find the kind of music I like to play for my show.
In another dream, I remember being on a bus that stops in Louisville, Kentucky (where I have never been except in a dream). I am in some kind of aquarium/zoo when this memory comes to me. I am on a platform overlooking a swimming pool, watching the water with Lynn?, and a couple of girls, one a teenager and another younger. The little girl fixates on a seal which comes to the surface for a breath. It goes underwater and she loses it, but I see where it has gone and point it out to her. I turn my back and when I look back, she has jumped off the platform and jumped into the pool to pet the seal. There is an alarm and a panic. The operators of the attraction turn the platform away so we are looking at what people standing in line are doing. I briefly wonder if we are going to get a refund.
A video in which I describe how I came to be diagnosed during my one and only hospitalization
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Yes, do something about the mental illness crisis — but not this. Murphy and his principal allies are untrustworthy.
It is nice to know that I am seen out there along some of the best.
We cannot afford lazy, disingenuous, and stigmatizing alternatives. They will be the end of our freedom and our recovery.
I believe that a good apology requires that you take responsibility for your actions.