Ok...this may be one of the strangest things I've admitted to you guys, but here goes...(wait a sec...I mean, we're all friends, right??)
So, since I was 15, I've had recurring dreams about Nikki Sixx. No, he's not naked. In fact, he's exactly like what a priest would be. IF priests had tattoos, awesome guy hair and wore copious amounts of black eyeliner.
These dreams are most useful because there is always some type of wisdom being imparted- he always tries to teach me something. Like the time when I was pregnant with the Babiest Baby C and Father Nikki tried to teach me Greek while we were in a Greek church. And I was all "Where's Tommy?!?! Isn't he from Greece?" and he was all "Focus, Christine. Focus!" Anyway, last night I had a Father Nikki dream. These are the gems he left for me:
1. Guilt and fear have the potential to bind you as tightly as love does.
2. The things we term 'bad'- the far reaching extremes- are just one teeny step beyond what is acceptable and good. If you take one more step, then you'll just be going in circles.
3. If you can change your perspective, you can change anything about yourself. The past has no right to have a say in who you are- it wasn't invited here.
I have absolutely no idea what any of that means. I guess I should stop reading 'The Heroin Diaries' right before bed.