Woke from an awful, vivid dream where I was seated at a conference table, surrounded by friends from junior high and high school. Everyone had their backs turned to me, and were planning a party that I was obviously NOT invited to. Hurt, I walk down a dark corridor towards waking consciousness, when a voice tells me that their rejection of me has less to do with me as a person, and more to do with what I represent in the lives of those who have rejected me in the past, and to try not to take it so personally. Skip wakes up, and I tell him about my dream. He said, was I there? No. Of course I wasnt, because Id never go to a party without you. You are the life of MY party. He held me until we fell asleep again. I think this overwhelmingly stressful situation with Lydia is causing a lot of my own teenage trauma to surface, which hasnt helped the situation. But at least I have a good husband, good family, and at least a somewhat informed subsconscious to get me through this rough patch.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 13:53:29 +0000