November 6, 2006

  • So when my alarm when off this morning I was dreaming about an old love.  I happend to be visiting him, staying at his place while he was visiting home.  The setting was interesting, because it was my fathers old house.  The dream started when I woke on the morning of his last day of visit.  I went and woke up his mother who was sleeping on the stairs by the door.  Which is a pretty interesting choice of location.  When I went to go wake him, he was in fact already awake.  I was disaapointed that we didnt get to cuddle.  I noticed how he never would have been up at this time when we were together.  He went to pack, and suddenly we were in the kitchen which was all packed up to move, and set like a living room.  Behind a couch I found a duck (maybe it was a goose).  It was wounded.   Suddenly, I think I was a duck.  I was trying to help the hurt bird.  Its wing was hurt.  I didn't know what was wrong with it.  The human me, gave the helping duck some bread to give to the hurt bird.  The hurt bird took the whole piece right from its mouth.  This is when my alarm woke me up.  Very symbolic.  At first I thought the hurt bird was him, but on closer examination.  I'm starting to think I'm all the birds.  Basically, I'm a sitting duck.  I said at least once we have to get this duck flying again, but I didn't know how to do it.