Blue Man

I dreamed that a blue man told me that I didn’t deserve to even discuss the division of my family’s inheritance because I wasn’t a mother. I told him, “I hate you. I HATE you!” He didn’t look hurt, but he looked a little surprised. The blue man was someone …

Better World

I thought that my struggle was to believe in myself, to know myself. Depression told me I wasn’t good enough, that I was a worthless, unusable cog fouling up the gearing in an unwieldy machine. Therapy told me I was a normal person with a damaged brain, that if I …

Trouble

When I said last night that Zini was about to get into a whole lot of trouble, David responded with, “She’s got to get into trouble sometimes, how else could she keep her storybook figure?” (said while tracing the shape of a book in the air) Har, har, network engineer. …

Bee Comedy/ Tragedy

Another, happier bee When I was driving on 46 yesterday, something landed in my bra, between my breasts. Eeek! When I was able to take a peek, I found a bee. As I gingerly turned into a side road (regretting the weight I had gained that made squashing the bee …

Bad Dreams

I was just reading a forum over at Spirituality & Health called Dreamwork Interactive, in which you get weekly emails from Robert Moss, a dream worker and shaman whose books I have read and enjoyed. At the top of the forums was a new topic, What Not to Share. I …