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Looking for a mom, but finding me instead

My subconscious has lost all subtlety.

Last night I dreamt that my mom and I were sharing a room at a hotel. In the morning (in the dream), I had many frustrating problems, which I was facing on my own, because my mom was still sleeping in her own bed in the room.

Eventually, I decided to go out to breakfast, so I gathered up the other members of our party (two nameless friends + my brother) and we went out to wait in a very long line at the hotel restaurant. I was still feeling annoyed by the morning's difficulties, and somehow it ended up aimed at my mom, so I didn't go to get her before we left for the restaurant.

So we're waiting in this long line, and partway through I realized that my mom would be really upset when she found out, because she LOVES going out to breakfast, and if we went out to breakfast without her it would break her heart (no "break" pun intended).

So I started trying to call her, but I couldn't remember her phone number. I asked Nally to call her, and he did, and I noticed that this thing in my hand was doing this weird, loud, vibrating, buzzing thing. I kept looking at it, puzzled, but eventually realized that when Nally phoned my mom, it was actually this thing in my hand (somehow related to our hotel room) that was "ringing."

What we actually needed was my mom's cell phone number. I called the hotel to try to get it, but that didn't help. I tried to call information, but that didn't help. I tried to call information in Anaheim (where my mom doesn't even live anymore, but did when I was a kid), but that didn't work either.

I decided to walk up this long, steep hill path to the main hotel, where the rooms were, to go to our room and find her, and I walked this long long path, up and down the hill, and I could see the hotel in the distance and tried to walk toward it, but the road kept turning, and eventually I found myself back at the restaurant!

I started crying and crying, just sobbing my eyes out (in the dream), and I kept saying, "She's going to be so mad! She's going to be so mad!" and my brother said, "This looks like some of that anxiety you've been talking about."

Finis.

Subtlety, thy name is not "Kimberly's subconscious."

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webmacher
Feb. 1st, 2014 05:24 am (UTC)
Subtlety, thy name is not "Kimberly's subconscious."
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HA! Reminds me of when I was in college and going out with that guy from Georgia, and I had very literal dreams about him that actually turned out to be true - in one case (while we were broken up) that we were going to get back together, but it was only temporary because he was moving back to Georgia for good; in the other case, a year after he moved, that he'd married somebody else.

I may be dense, but my subconscious is very stubbornly insistent on trying to get reality through my thick skull.
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