January 15th, 2009


Dreaming of Dad Again

Dreamt about my dad again last night. I had committed some kind of sin (a felony perhaps?) and was worried that the small town I was going to would treat me badly. I was very nervous. But then my dad was there and we sat down at a booth (like at a county fair) and someone gave us slices of pizza and everything was fine.

This has been something of a theme in my dreams about my dad: me worrying about something, him somehow making it all right. I'm trying to remember how that feels, that release of tension, so that I can do it on my own when I get anxious.