In my dream, my mother is downstairs waiting for me. She’s probably ironing. I don’t remember what was going on in the dream – I had to finish doing something before I could go down to talk to my her. I had a question to ask her.
I wonder what the question was? Even as I dream I think, “Remember this!” But I awaken and it fades away while I grasp at wisps. I can almost see them floating away.
Today I’m thinking about the dream & remembering a pair of pants folded over a chair – they need ironing in the worst way. I’m wondering if I will do that task tonight, and if I will wash the sheets, and maybe dust as well.
I’m also wondering if my reluctance to do these tasks is more than just sloth on my part. Am I rebelling against my mother when I don’t keep a tidy house? She’s been gone five years. In addition, I am forty six years old. I think it’s time for all the demons buried in my psyche to just grow up already.
But the dream wasn’t about housekeeping. I’m pretty sure. It was probably about the accumulation of five years worth of things to tell my mother. Only my subconscious really knows.
I wish my subconscious was a little more forthright. I’m kind of a literal girl. At this rate it could take eons before I know what’s going on - & by then we’ll be on a whole other topic.
I wonder what I’ll dream about tonight? Probably about booking an appointment with a therapist!
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