Hi and good morning all.
Longtire, what colour were the tunnels? They were spongy? Sounds to me like you’re getting ready for a re-birth. Into the light, only this time, you’re in control. And you’re re-birthing from the maze of your brain, not the, er,
usual parts of anatomy. Wonderful dream!
Brigid, this copy and paste thing, can I help you solve it or aren’t you overly-bothered? Your dream: no upset from me, sure it’s a bit graphic but then so is life! I disagree with censorship. Anyway, goodness knows, you protected your daughter, I guess that’s the main thing. But how he excluded you, made you feel he didn’t need or want you even for the most basic, loving things. I guess he was taking ‘self-love’ to a rather daft conclusion! Jerk (off). Sorry, trying to make you smile and I just end up being smutty!
GFN no way is anyone alone with weird dreams and that includes you.
Mud, can’t resist a triple dog-dare
, I’m going to make a drama out of your dream. Your dream is telling you that your wife isn’t telepathic. But you want her to anticipate your deep-seated need for the baby-comfort-food that is Cheerios (haha hope you can hear my terrible German accent here, monocle in squinty-eye).
Babies can’t ask for what they want and when food magically appears when they are hungry, they think their Mamma is telepathic (okay not quite, but stay with me). We’d all like our partners to anticipate our needs and fulfil them
without us asking them (“I expect you just to know I want that!
Why do I have to tell you all the time?”).
Unfortunately our partners aren’t our mothers or fathers. (Darn! Or – thank goodness!) And they don’t automatically know what we want. We have to be adult and ask for what we want, either by adding the Cheerios to the list or voicing it. And this feels a bit negative….because actually we want to be loved….and adding to the list is very mechanical, there’s no love in it, so…..(still reading huh?)…..
What do Cheerios represent and are they that important? Or would you rather say, “I’m having a tough time in my head right now, I’m remembering some stuff about my childhood and, well, I need a bit of extra love please. Can I have some? Lovely. And while you’re at it, Cheerios make me feel loved too. But I don’t want to have to ask for them, because that’s like I’m asking for love. And if have to ask for it, you’re giving it in response, instead of loving me unconditionally and spontaneously. So what I’d really like is for you to know what my favourite comfort foods and take care to have them when I’m feeling a bit low. I’ll tell you what those foods are, and when I’m feeling low. Would you do this for me please?” (This is not
that over the top. With a bit of reading and joint therapy, or just love and acceptance I guess.)
Then you ask what you can do for her. And if she doesn’t know, reciprocate with those random acts of love and kindness. Flowers when it’s not a special occasion. A night out for no special reason other than that you love her. A love note stuck to the fridge. Etc.
Okay, I’m not doing that again over a box of Cheerios! That’s probably all first-rate garbage but it came out of my fingers so –bleurgh – whack it on the board and you are free to point at it and laugh. It sounded good in my head, now it looks…bare and vulnerable. Hey-ho, I dinna worry
love, P
