Quick post ... grief, anger and dreams...
Just a quick post to say ...Whoa!
I am still trying to figure out what hit me over the weekend. At one point I was sobbing uncontrollably about my father .. uh he died in 92.
Then next I was freaking angry beyond comprehension about all the dreams I have let go of in my attempt to be reasonable and/or realistic ... ooh-kay ...
Then last night I had a dream that seemed like a British sit-com where this young man sees this very beautiful and desirable woman, and runs up to her and starts rubbing himself against her and rubbing his hands all over her body -- and she and a friend respond by knocking him out. They leave him sitting in a wheelchair that belonged to this old man.
When the young man awakens, he thinks he is old because he is sitting in the old man's wheelchair -- so he starts acting like the old man. He even begins to look old and haggard. I push him up to a mirror so he can see what he really looks like, and at first his image is of the young man. But after awhile, the mirror shows him as old too.
I am desperately trying to convince him that he is not old, he just got knocked down.
I wake up realizing who the message is for ... and I am spitting mad again .. and ... grieving my father.
K
I am still trying to figure out what hit me over the weekend. At one point I was sobbing uncontrollably about my father .. uh he died in 92.
Then next I was freaking angry beyond comprehension about all the dreams I have let go of in my attempt to be reasonable and/or realistic ... ooh-kay ...
Then last night I had a dream that seemed like a British sit-com where this young man sees this very beautiful and desirable woman, and runs up to her and starts rubbing himself against her and rubbing his hands all over her body -- and she and a friend respond by knocking him out. They leave him sitting in a wheelchair that belonged to this old man.
When the young man awakens, he thinks he is old because he is sitting in the old man's wheelchair -- so he starts acting like the old man. He even begins to look old and haggard. I push him up to a mirror so he can see what he really looks like, and at first his image is of the young man. But after awhile, the mirror shows him as old too.
I am desperately trying to convince him that he is not old, he just got knocked down.
I wake up realizing who the message is for ... and I am spitting mad again .. and ... grieving my father.
K