dreams: August 25, 1998
Mom is my friend
I'm on a trip with
Mom. We
are laughing together and having fun. We are in a big public
bathroom area at the hotel/hostel at which we are spending the night.
It's tiled and open. People are taking showers.
Suddenly I realize that I momentarily forgot that I shouldn't
be with Mom. "Am I slipping back into an old pattern?" I ask myself.
I don't want to be with her anymore, so I leave. I find myself
in a huge dining room area. I know people here:
John and
friends.
All sorts of foods are spread out on
tables. It all looks good, but I'm hesitant to indulge. One big
table has tons of sweet, ripe fruit.
I pick out a few tiny pieces of lettuce and put them on my
white plate.
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