I just read over some posts that I've made, some of them I have posted as they happened and some were pulled from another blog I had. To be totally and utterly honest with myself and whoever reads this blog - I do see a relation between some dreams and what has happened or is happening in my life, and to say that out loud and to put it to paper gives me a chill. It some how makes it real. Not that the events were not real, but on paper makes it permanent, undeniable, it means they exist, they can't be buried, washed away or forgotten about, however much I would like to forget things that have caused me pain, I can't, nor is it healthy to. My family and friends do not know of this blog, and there would be only a select few that I would trust to introduce it to them. I've always been a very private person, so one might ask why make a blog and put stuff out there for other people to read. My answer to them, and most importantly to myself, is I feel this to be healthy for me to get these things out of my head. I honestly encourage and look forward to comments left by anyone who can relate. As i read a comment left on one of my posts it made me feel a sense of relief realizing that hiding and trying to avoid the obvious isn't helping me at all. As this year comes to and end in a couple of weeks, my resolution with myself is to be utterly honest with myself about the past, and the future.
peace......
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Pizza dream
This one is short, but has stuck in my mind for most of the day so here goes....
I was in a pizza place, some sort of restaurant, I was alone, and feeling rather pressed that I get back to wherever it was I needed to go with the pizza. The counter was long, and wide and dusty with flour, as if they made the pizza right in front of you on the counter, but they didn't. I asked for a large pizza with peperoni, the person just starred at me blankly, then turned to start making it. I watched quietly. there was no one else in the place except me, although I could hear noises outside, busy noises, lots of people, traffic and so on. I watched him make the pizza dough as he swirled it up and around, but when he placed it down on the table in front of himself he proceeded to make it into a rectangular shape. strange I thought for a second, and then was figuring what's the difference, so I said nothing about it. Then he turned around and handed it to me. It was raw, he never put it into the oven, and strange enough the raw pizza, as we all know - you would not be able to pick up, unless it was on a pizza stone, or a tray of some sort, but there was none, and still it was rigid and did not fall apart like one would think. I thought this a little strange, but did not say anything and carried the pizza over to a counter where there were lots of boxes, mostly the usual square boxes that we all are familiar with, but there was one box all by it's self that was rectangular in shape, so I placed my raw pizza in the box and headed out the door. I did not pay, and wasn't asked to, so I left. When I got outside there where tons of people everywhere, walking about, and also a line was formed in front of the store, rope off in zig zag order like they have at carnivals and amusement parks. I started walking down the street carrying my pizza, as I passed people they stared at me strangely so I kept saying "I don't know what's going on, it's shaped funny."
I was in a pizza place, some sort of restaurant, I was alone, and feeling rather pressed that I get back to wherever it was I needed to go with the pizza. The counter was long, and wide and dusty with flour, as if they made the pizza right in front of you on the counter, but they didn't. I asked for a large pizza with peperoni, the person just starred at me blankly, then turned to start making it. I watched quietly. there was no one else in the place except me, although I could hear noises outside, busy noises, lots of people, traffic and so on. I watched him make the pizza dough as he swirled it up and around, but when he placed it down on the table in front of himself he proceeded to make it into a rectangular shape. strange I thought for a second, and then was figuring what's the difference, so I said nothing about it. Then he turned around and handed it to me. It was raw, he never put it into the oven, and strange enough the raw pizza, as we all know - you would not be able to pick up, unless it was on a pizza stone, or a tray of some sort, but there was none, and still it was rigid and did not fall apart like one would think. I thought this a little strange, but did not say anything and carried the pizza over to a counter where there were lots of boxes, mostly the usual square boxes that we all are familiar with, but there was one box all by it's self that was rectangular in shape, so I placed my raw pizza in the box and headed out the door. I did not pay, and wasn't asked to, so I left. When I got outside there where tons of people everywhere, walking about, and also a line was formed in front of the store, rope off in zig zag order like they have at carnivals and amusement parks. I started walking down the street carrying my pizza, as I passed people they stared at me strangely so I kept saying "I don't know what's going on, it's shaped funny."
House dream......again
I've had a good many dreams about a house, sometimes it's decorated differently, but the basic layout is the same. There are many rooms, lots of bedrooms, lots of open space, yet cozy. These dreams don't really have a story line, except that I'm mentally figuring out how and where everyone will sleep, and if everybody will be comfortable or not. This dream was no different. Previous house dreams often have that small secret crawl space that leads to my lost precious furniture of a sentimental value of some sort. that was not in tis dream however I do recall being told that the rent was going to be very reasonable for such a grand amount of space. I felt rather pleased until I realized that a lot of work needed to be done. Felt rather let down.
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