The other night I had a disjointed dream that seemed to take place in my 20s or 30s, when my life was filled with uncertainty and drama.
I was apparently still married to (and trying to separate from) my ex-husband, although he himself never appeared in the dream. I was both living in and trying to move into the Zen Center, and I both had and was looking for a job, recognizing I’d need a source of summer income if I was leaving my marriage and moving, too.
In the midst of so much uncertainty, I was also afraid I might be pregnant, so I went to the doctor for an ultrasound, only to discover I was carrying…a stick of butter.
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Nov 16, 2022 at 12:43 am
There are some inappropriately Freudian thoughts I could mention here, but this is a family space, and you’re a proper lady, so I shall keep these things and ponder them in my heart.
Morbidly curious to see whether the HTML for the above link goes through. Some comment boxes hate HTML.
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Nov 16, 2022 at 7:44 am
I believe one html link is permitted, but more than one link sends comments to my spam filter.
My dreams (when I remember them) are usually as boring as my waking life, so it’s a momentous day when something I dreamed could be deemed as Freudian.
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Nov 16, 2022 at 6:37 am
I have to wonder what a Freudian analyst would deduct from this stick of butter
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Nov 16, 2022 at 7:41 am
Exactly! I’m sticking to my theory that it was inspired by the commercial I linked to, which I saw close to bedtime.
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