Coming to terms…

There was some sort of newcomer celebration at the church, but in a field.  At home, I threw out all my high heels, leaving one pair of black flats in the closet.  I went to talk to Dylan about Austin, and I went to the bathroom but forgot to close the door.  I was trying to figure out what happened at a night club some time back.  I was also (maybe in this dream or maybe in another) caught in a work situation in a frilly nightgown.


Now, I haven’t been interpreting dreams very long, but if there was ever a dream that was pointing to my persona, this is it.  High heels represent discomfort to me on one hand, but also what people expect to see.  I think that perhaps this has to do with throwing out my hesitation to be myself – weird dreams and all – and just embracing it.  Forget what other people will think.  I need to be comfortable myself.  Same thing with the bathroom – you are “supposed” to close the door, but in my dream, it wasn’t awkward at all, and I wasn’t uncomfortable.  And the nightgown at work?  My conscious mind says that I shouldn’t be talking about dreams, and spirits, and angels, and spirituality outside of a very small, private group.  But… it’s out there.  I’m in my nightgown for all to see.  But you know what, it’s a pretty nightgown and I like it. 🙂

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