Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The Enablers
I was talking to a shrink about signing up to uni with two majors of psychology and a minor in politics. The goal was to get in the politics field and psychology was to be my way in. Now this all made perfect sense to my ultimate goal of doing something greater.
At a banquet I shared these thoughts and was encouraged by x who gave me the papers that I needed. I think I filled them out initially but he was the enabler. There were smeared with drink and food stains. At home I was looking for the third paper to sign-up. I think there was a spider episode. I went back to a bistro, perhaps a mexican restaurant, and people where dancing and it may be for me. I saw x's cousin who was so different to x: he was a traveler, artist, intelligent man with a casual air, nothing like x's pompous ways. He explained me how things went, and told me something about the papers. Then the line dance happened around the restaurant. Back home, or was it at another office or home, I found the third paper in a trash, x gave it to me. Then I needed to send it away and this is where the dream started looping -- you know when you have to do one thing but everything is preventing you to get there and you keep trying and failing and it's really frustrating... Anyway I thought I got a lot of it already, more than I can remember. There was another part where my boyfriend didn't pay his restaurant bill and I reluctantly covered for him. And another part with my old Boss who was trying to test one of his business ploy with a group at the banquet - in fact he was paying for everyone's dinner, something that he would do in real life (his business sense is a bit skewed, but lovely nonetheless).
I had a backlash dream too where a group of friends from my teens and twenties where commenting on my current weight. Saying thing like 'do you think that she would be able to get back to how she used to be?', and everyone saying or gesturing 'No, those days or gone'.
The night is for dreaming.
Amourx
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