I don’t normally have this many dreams in a row that I think are worth writing down. I had one 2 nights ago that was just a bunch of disjointed images. I still want to blog them, but I don’t like having them in my main page. sigh.. My next blog mission will need to be to figure out how to separate categories.
Anyway, here goes.
I’m a man going through a divorce and at the mercy of my soon to be ex-wife, and her soon to be new husband, where my son is concerned. I want to see my kid and she and her new man are making it very difficult for me.
I’m at their house begging and pleading to let me see my son more often than just once a week. I want to get him 3 days per week and am very afraid that they won’t give me that privilege. Somehow it’s up to them to give me the days of visitation, not the courts. I feel like a very small person for having to beg but this is my kid and I would do anything for him.
Continue reading ‘Dream: Visitation Rights and Godzilla’
Had a dream early this morning. Another crazy one. I just knew after watching iRobot last night that I might have a dream like this one.
I’m in NY city working in an office building about 20 or 30 stories up. The building is an old one with an old looking concrete facade complete with all the intricate detailing and molding typical of NY buildings built in early 1900’s. I’m there working when a coup starts to break out in the city below us. A group of underground militia men who had been planning this day for months start to take over the city and I’m consequently trapped inside the building. Nobody is allowed to go home or leave the building. There are a good 200 people there on my floor with me, my daughter is there, I’m fairly sure Dennis was there too. I don’t recognize any of the other people there.
We are now living in this building and at this new government’s mercy. We go where they want us to go, leaving the building only when they allow us to leave and having to go back to the same building. We start to attend a miriad of events outside of the building. The entire floor going at the same time when they take us. When we’re in the building, everybody on my floor gravitates towards the windows into the same room. We look outside wondering what else is going on and watching the chaos. We stand there and wonder what’s to become of us talking in low voices.
Continue reading ‘Dream: I am Julie’
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