The strangest dreams... I think that my dreams have taken on a new meaning, or a new purpose in my life. Either that or I'm just paying better (more?) attention to them. My recent dreams have included:
-- several re: being unable to care for the babies correctly. Leaving them unattended, dropping them, taking them in a car untethered.
-- two about lactating. I think a lot about wet nurses, how the hell do they work? I mean, I understand how, but if that were to happen to me, I'd be freaked out. AND... the last dream I had was pretty intense about it... I emptied both of my breasts of all of their milk. Bizarre! (side note: both of my current jobs include a lot of milk and liquid measurement and prep work. Interesting...)
-- lots of mother figures
-- lots of having sex with myself (not literally, but for example, one was me as a boy Gollum and then there was a girl Gollum... obviously they both represent me)
-- a lot of travel
I don't know what to think of all of them, but they definitely spark interesting thought processes.
One last thing: I really must harp once again on how much I abhor the nuclear fallout of relationships. Why is it that we must lose so much in the process of ending relationships? Mostly I'm talking about friendships- those peripheral friendships that have either become wildly awkward since the end of the connection with the mutual friend or have literally been severed because of the same. What a shame.
Ooops, one last last thing, I promise: is there a difference between guilt and shame? I'm unsure that there is.
