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Vivid dreams of searching for a toilet with sufficient, any, privacy. I get these, once in a while.
D eager to be out and about, while I hunkered down and endured the wave of hormonal side effects. I complain of it every month, and shall continue to do so until it leaves me be. So there. D may return with chocolate.
The red wool blanket is sadly in need of washing, and I wonder if a simple cold water, delicate wash and lay flat would not do as well as a dry clean. It shrank decades ago, before it was mine, before I was me. Should be fine.
Moby in his tight spot on the balcony, beside the AC unit, snug and sunny. The grass is a joy to him.
Tried writing again of love and keep getting tangled, the words obscuring my meaning, my thoughts.
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Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, April 24, 2010
4 comments:
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I used to have those dreams allo the time when I was still married and in an emotional prison, trying to pretend everything was fine. Essentially it had to do with what my subconscious thought were "dirty" emotions that I didn't feel I could expose. I also had dreams of trying to flush things down toilets, things that wouldn't fit like towels. When we finally split the dreams stopped and I have had one dream in the last two years. Weird.
Enjoy the chocolate :)
This is my most hated recurring dream. Haven't had it in a good long time, but it used to be every week or so. Interesting that others have had it, too.
PG,
I suspect it's a work dream for me, this time. When in Boston, just a matter of always wanting to know where a public restroom might lurk.
Jessica,
There was an episode of Animaniacs where Wakko goes in search of a "potty" eventually dragging a toilet around to find a place he can use it. I suspect one of the writers had the same recurring dream.
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