Abadonment issues and gratuitous full-frontal nudity
I really, truly, am disturbed by myself today.
Only once or twice before have I ever posted anything about a dream here; I generally think of dreams as the mental equivalent of passing gas - essentially meaningless byproducts of brain function. The dream I had this morning just prior to awakening has me thinking differently. Aside from being funny, I think it points at deep seated issues!
Now, in real life, most mornings the hubby and I commute in together on the subway as we work literally across the street from each other. The dream involved us commuting in together. For some reason the subways looked like the London Underground in its more run down phase, but it was definitely in NYC. Hubby and I walked to the turnstiles, and I turned to him to ask for a token (which haven't been used here in ages) - and he was gone. I saw him boarding a train and leaving without me!
Why, that son of a b*tch!
This, of course, is the moment I realize the following:
1) I don't have a token
2) I don't have my wallet with me
3) I am wearing nothing more than a bath towel.
WTF?
I am standing at the turnstiles in nothing but a bath towel! I remember thinking to myself "How many times have I gone to work in nothing but a bath towel, and why has no one ever told me how inappropriate this is?"
At that moment up walks a group of women - in fact, it is all my female coworkers in my department. I walk up to one of them and ask her if she has a spare token so I can get the train to work (notice that even after my realization of the bath towel issue I am still set on going in like that). She says yes, hands me a token, and I turn toward the turnstile and start walking.
That's when the towel falls off.
I have to walk back through the rush hour crowd, naked, to retrieve it. And what is the response of the female coworker who gave me the token?
"Oh, Paul, what are trying to do, make me turn lesbian or something?"
At this point I woke up.
So, clearly, a few things are percolating in my head at the moment and the old brain meats are not digesting them well:
1) I have an abandonment issue
2) I am doubting my fashion sense, and
3) I am totally ashamed of my body.
Once I stop laughing about all this (as I continue to do on and off today), I really ought to find a therapist, fast!
How's your Friday?
Only once or twice before have I ever posted anything about a dream here; I generally think of dreams as the mental equivalent of passing gas - essentially meaningless byproducts of brain function. The dream I had this morning just prior to awakening has me thinking differently. Aside from being funny, I think it points at deep seated issues!
Now, in real life, most mornings the hubby and I commute in together on the subway as we work literally across the street from each other. The dream involved us commuting in together. For some reason the subways looked like the London Underground in its more run down phase, but it was definitely in NYC. Hubby and I walked to the turnstiles, and I turned to him to ask for a token (which haven't been used here in ages) - and he was gone. I saw him boarding a train and leaving without me!
Why, that son of a b*tch!
This, of course, is the moment I realize the following:
1) I don't have a token
2) I don't have my wallet with me
3) I am wearing nothing more than a bath towel.
WTF?
I am standing at the turnstiles in nothing but a bath towel! I remember thinking to myself "How many times have I gone to work in nothing but a bath towel, and why has no one ever told me how inappropriate this is?"
At that moment up walks a group of women - in fact, it is all my female coworkers in my department. I walk up to one of them and ask her if she has a spare token so I can get the train to work (notice that even after my realization of the bath towel issue I am still set on going in like that). She says yes, hands me a token, and I turn toward the turnstile and start walking.
That's when the towel falls off.
I have to walk back through the rush hour crowd, naked, to retrieve it. And what is the response of the female coworker who gave me the token?
"Oh, Paul, what are trying to do, make me turn lesbian or something?"
At this point I woke up.
So, clearly, a few things are percolating in my head at the moment and the old brain meats are not digesting them well:
1) I have an abandonment issue
2) I am doubting my fashion sense, and
3) I am totally ashamed of my body.
Once I stop laughing about all this (as I continue to do on and off today), I really ought to find a therapist, fast!
How's your Friday?