Day 9
And so day 9 is here. Last night I did as much wrong as I
could. I drank before bed. I went to bed late. I took my C late. I ate too much
food…late. And I paid for it. The nightmare included a child getting impaled on
a bit pointy stick. I remember asking K what emeritus meant this morning
because in my dream it meant the Japanese tradition of hitting people for their
own good. As I was driving to work I also remembered that I had to call someone
because the dancers said it was too cold onstage and there was also some random
dancing. I was dancing. I’m not going to say that dancing in my dream balances
out the child torture but it’s a step in the right direction as far as
nightmares are concerned. I also find my subconscious infusing my dream with a
bit of romance. I’m going to chalk that up to missing K a lot.
Speaking of K, we had another amazing 30 minutes together
this morning. It amazes me how much happiness, love, and laughter we can
squeeze into 30 minutes. The 30 minutes between me waking up and him falling
asleep.
I know it sucks right now but part of me is really proud of
us. We are really strong.
No comments:
Post a Comment