07.20.24

Each time i come online, i like to check the daily tarot readings that one user posts. The thing is, usually there isn’t one yet posted for the day i’m checking. So i just instead look at yesterdays. “Sickness after an accident outside” was what yesterdays said; which is creepily accurate to what happened to me yesterday. That had to be the first time this guys cards have been pointedly accurate, at least with me specifically.

I’m at my grandmothers house right now, hoping my anxiety will lessen. Currently it’s still an ongoing battle. Nevertheless, onto the actual point. 

I wanted to go swimming, and they have a pool in their backyard; so i got dressed and went down to the pool. As soon as i opened the gate, i got swarmed by a small group of wasps.

 At the time i thought they were horse-flies, so i expected them to hurt less, and i guess that made it hurt less in the initial moment. Kinda like if you don’t know you’ve been hurt, sometimes you can’t feel it till you see it. I got stung right on the bridge of my nose, almost inbetween my eyes, then i brought my hand up to smack away the wasp, and got stung again, right on the tip of my finger. Hurt like a bitch, and by the time i got back up to the house, i was crying. 

I cleaned the spots with some soap, then held ice to my face, with the hand i was stung on for probably the next hour. Would hurt anytime i pulled it away. And when it finally calmed down enough for me to not have the ice on it, i felt some weird wooziness or out-of-focusness from the sting on my nose. My grandma did say she was worried about me being stung on the face, and the venom being so close to my brain. Guess that’s kinda what she meant. But it was fine, nothing worse than that. Guess now i’ll have to check Nikita’s daily tarot reading-thing for today also. When he post’s it.

Last night i had a dream i can’t quite remember. I was with someone i knew, D. But i can’t remember what we were doing. I think we were in a small mall? Or school with escalators? I don’t know. I do know that it turned into a school, and everyone was there. Then as me and D approached the top of the escalator and looked down, a gunman appeared, and started shooting everyone. Everyone was screaming and i fell over the side of the escalator, i think D yelled at me for it, but i left him behind. I remember i ran into another room behind the escalator, away from all the people, and ended up in a theater room, sort of. There was a ginormous TV, and two potted trees on each side, and furniture blocking people from reaching the TV or the trees. I climbed over the furniture, and saw that i could hide next to the potted trees, but i decided to go further, and curl up in the crevice between the back of the TV and the wall— hoping the shooter wouldn’t be able to find me.