Happy Moon Day!
Jul. 20th, 2018 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAt last the rain showed up, late last night. The air has been fresh and damp all day, with clouds coming and going and showers at intervals. I think the plants are happy now. I had plans to visit with Dragonfly and meditate, but I had to go early--originally because of the ladies' lunch--so I had to be there at 9. This was just a tiny bit early for me, but I made it. We enjoyed catching up, but neither of us ended up going to the lunch. She had an appointment and I just didn't feel inclined to socialize. There is a good deal of potential socializing predicted for next week, so I have to take some time out while I can. Also, the lunch was at a country club this week, so I would have had to clean up my act and hunt up something to wear other than my usual jeans and a t-shirt. I wasn't inclined to do that either.
Last night I had a dream that was such a classic anthology of anxiety tropes that it was really funny. I was fully clothed, thank goodness, so there was that. However, I was in a strange city--a sort of Boston of the mind, with crowded, crooked, and hilly streets, but not the real Boston--and I was driving a car that wasn't mine. I was going to see a new therapist that I'd never met before. When I parked the car and got out, I couldn't find the office, and couldn't remember the address. I realized I had forgotten her name as well. I thought I could look it up in my phone, then realized I didn't have my phone. I wondered if I could quickly return to my car, drive home, get the phone, and at least call to say I'd be late. But I couldn't remember where I parked the car. No car, no phone, got lost, was late, couldn't remember. That just about covers everything!
Did some writing, but got tangled up in chronological anomaly, which frequently happens. I have to sort that out before I can proceed. Tonight we watched "Top Hat" just for fun. We have almost all of Alberto Beddini's lines memorized. Fred Astaire's dancing is a thing of surpassing beauty, but Beddini has all the best lines. "You are cahooting with him!" "You do not need protection! I am too much protection enough!" "I am no man--I am Beddini!" And my favorite, "Marry me! I'm rich and . . . I'm pretty!"
Last night I had a dream that was such a classic anthology of anxiety tropes that it was really funny. I was fully clothed, thank goodness, so there was that. However, I was in a strange city--a sort of Boston of the mind, with crowded, crooked, and hilly streets, but not the real Boston--and I was driving a car that wasn't mine. I was going to see a new therapist that I'd never met before. When I parked the car and got out, I couldn't find the office, and couldn't remember the address. I realized I had forgotten her name as well. I thought I could look it up in my phone, then realized I didn't have my phone. I wondered if I could quickly return to my car, drive home, get the phone, and at least call to say I'd be late. But I couldn't remember where I parked the car. No car, no phone, got lost, was late, couldn't remember. That just about covers everything!
Did some writing, but got tangled up in chronological anomaly, which frequently happens. I have to sort that out before I can proceed. Tonight we watched "Top Hat" just for fun. We have almost all of Alberto Beddini's lines memorized. Fred Astaire's dancing is a thing of surpassing beauty, but Beddini has all the best lines. "You are cahooting with him!" "You do not need protection! I am too much protection enough!" "I am no man--I am Beddini!" And my favorite, "Marry me! I'm rich and . . . I'm pretty!"
my wife is a therapist
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Date: 2018-07-22 03:35 pm (UTC)My, that was a full-service anxiety dream. Hey, ismo-subconscious, the textbooks have been written, no more sample data needed.