I had a dream about "My favorite mistake" last night. He showed up at my house with bags and boxes in tow. He was moving in and in the dream I was happy about it. I helped him bring his stuff in the house. Then we went to the bedroom to see if his sheets would fit my bed. I said, "I'm so glad you decided to come". He said "Me too, I love you". I was anticipating sex but he left the room. I walked out of the bedroom to see where he went. I see him bringing more bags into the house...his mother is behind him. I'm thinking, what the fuck? He tells me "I told you I wasn't coming without her." I feel crushed.
The dream skips forward in that strange way that dreams do and his mother is cooking in the kitchen. I go in to see what she's making and she starts lecturing me on how he likes his eggs. "He likes 3 eggs in his omelets and lots of cheese..." I gave her the "No shit, bitch" look.
Next I'm laying on my bed crying. I can't believe I've somehow agreed to living with his mother. He comes in the room, I'm thinking he's going to comfort me, instead he looks at a blanket he has in his hand and says "Oh, you already have one like this." He turns to leave.
Then I woke up.
For me the dream symbolizes all the emotional baggage that my favorite mistake carries with him and the fact that his mother never liked me.
I'm open to any other interpretations.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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