Hello my lovelies. I apologize for not being on as much as usual. Moving is proving to e more hectic than I previously thought =/ or at least its hectic when someones pushing you out of your old house -_- -coughHopecough- I'm not sure if I told you guys last time or not but shes rushing us to get out because she wants the old house. She started moving in already! A couch, love seat, fridge, stove, washer, and dryer. But you know, she's not trying to push us out or anything.(total sarcasm there) She only wants to help us move out she says.

Besides that issue the house is at the very least functioning at a basic level. Its a warm, usually dry (when the kitchen doesn't flood), comfortable place to sleep and relax. (amazing tub in the upstairs!) Like I said, the kitchen floods if you use the water so there's that...but the more we unpack the more it feels like home.

Needless to say its been a little stressful since the move started. Which for obvious reasons I don't fully express to everyone here or in the house. So my mind has once again taken it upon itself to express those bottled up feelings through my dreams. The latest "dream therapy" was a conversation between myself and Lopmon of all people/creatures. Yes you read that right, Lopmon. In the dream I was getting upset about the move and Hope dictating when and how we were going to move. Shes got it in her head that she is in control of everything and everyone -_- (no wonder Lora doesn't like her) Anyway, she was doing that and I walked up the stairs to the master bedroom to lie down on the bed to relax a bit. (when I'm stressed I like being alone...idk why but it helps) So there I was laying face down on the bed when I heard a voice. A high pitched male voice. I remember thinking "That's not Ikki..." (what I call my husband) I turned my head and there he was laying on the bed next to me. We talked for what felt like hours in the dream about how I felt about everything and how annoying Hope was being, even down to how that guy lied and what I should do about it.

Now if you recall I said again earlier. This dream therapy as I called it has happened before about many different situations. It seems that different characters I like, feel a connection to, or just flat out adore handle different situations in the dreams...weird I know but it happens. I guess its my minds way of helping me deal with things I can't/or won't deal with while conscious. I remember them all very clearly too. I always do. Like I remember feeling sad because I missed my younger brothers...(we used to live together but we moved in three separate directions) Something small reminded me of them that day and I must have been thinking about it before I went to sleep.

In the dream I was in their old bedroom. Purple shag carpet, white panel walls, tie-dyed spiral hippie curtains, everything was perfect even down to the notches and drawings on the bunk bed. I remember wondering why I was there...then the feeling hit me. I missed my brothers, sure we weren't really related, but in our minds we were family and hat's what counted. I fell to my knees and started crying. That's about the time Agito of all people showed up. It's strange but it was a comforting dream. I don't know what else to say about it really. Has something like this ever happened to you guys??? Maybe I'm just crazy lol xD that's a good possibility too. I won't do a quiz today because I'm pretty tired x.x so I think I might hit the hay. Good night my lovelies ^^