Somebody has got me thinking

Somebody has got me thinking.  We have had this word on our minds a LOT lately; the meaning of the word “quine”.  Not as a mathematical function; but a verb being.

And they have got me thinking (NO!! we are ALL thinking on this one!) – of dreams I had when I was 6,7 and 9; perhaps 8 as well? We don’t know; all we know are of the dreams I was having (mikie was having) way back when.

Just a note to myself; this word we are calling “quine”

and those dreams of mine; my inner selves and alters (I am using that word DELIBERATELY though we HATE that kind of word.  hate and hate and hate it!  and why?

because it reminds us of something BAD in those dreams a very bad thing indeed

and now we wonder if they were dreams or a reality all gone wrong

(trapdoors and things; long white hall; sliding ‘down’ into chutes; metal chutes they were into a BAD being.)

later on these sort of things.

after all they were dreams.

I am hoping

weren’t they?

(re-reading this and … there are bad feelings; anxiety attacks and things; weird and bad and skin prickling going on and more and more.  We must investigate this but how?  When the memory is all wiped out? or is it?  We don’t KNOW this thing almost crying in bad frustration; what IS it what IS in there: locked doors in my mind.)

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About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004T3IVKK ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Boy-J-W/dp/1461022681). JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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