The heart with a mind of its own.

(Be present.)

The mind with a heart of its own.

(It's past.)

The dream that is your waking life.

(Go there now.)

Dreams, Interpreted
Wednesday, Feb. 27, 2002

Strange and wonderful dream last night about being dressed up as an old bag lady, moaning and wailing on stage to a script that I held in my hand, then, having gotten a round of applause and having taken a bow, running offstage and through a door. I was outside, confronted by a set of rickety steps which I went down. I started running and, looking back, saw that I had left a trailer.

In the next part of the dream, I was standing in line to get into a huge wedding. I was wearing a light-colored strapless dress with a huge net skirt. I recieved a packet and ribbon (almost as though I were going to a conference) and went inside. There were quite a few people inside, though the room was not crowded by any measure. I chose a large round table (knowing that my friends were coming to join me later) and set my things down. I went to the buffet line and picked up a plate and looked over the choices. There was a salad bar which was filled with all that stuff that the diet books tell you to avoid (marinated mushrooms, macaroni salad) and I wasn't even tempted. I went to a second line where men were standing behind huge slabs of roasted meat. I asked one for a tiny slice of beef, about three ounces, and he cut off one that was slightly heavier, but I took it anyway and went to sit down at the table. I was alone, still, but not worried. I decided to read the information in my packet while I ate, and as I reached for it, a woman came over and started talking to me about bottled water and how certain unscrupulous companies were refilling their bottles from the tap.

I woke up then, having to pee, but knowing that if I wanted to, I could easily return to the dream. I chose not to return but to remember.

I woke up already having halfway interpreted the dream as one which augered success at my new venture to end my years of scripted misery, however accomplished I have been at it, and make a new life for myself, even if it means that I'll be alone in doing so.

retreat or surrender

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