A Juicy Bit of My Unconscious
Something strange and wonderful is happening. I think my icicled heart is starting to melt, coupled with a crevice opening up in my psyche.
When I became ill, 14 years ago, I stopped dreaming. Or I stopped being able to remember my dreams. Occasionally I’d have/remember one, but it was a rare occasion. Last night I had several, and I still remember them without even writing them down. Like wow. The most salient, and the one needing the least amount of interpretation is me, professionally dressed, walking into a new job, holding a small purple dildo. Yep. I try to stuff it in my purse but it starts growing. I wrap my coat over my purse but it grows so long the one-eyed wonderdog is jutting into my armpit. My new co-workers are shaking their heads and looking at me as if to say, That is sooo inappropriate. And of course I’m mortified and feeling that my days at this job are numbered.
It does make me a little uneasy as I did just start a new job in waking life, and I do have some jitters about that, but the more unsubtle message of the dream is that my sexuality doesn’t want to be kept under wraps any longer. I just need to make a note not to bring the sex toys into work.
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Didya see the pic of Madonna being carrying her strap-on sex toy?
Here’s a link:
http://www.altnation.com/forums/general-chat/126746-guy-ritchie-madonnas-bitch.html
Sorry, I didn’t see the full name of the link until it was posted!!!
Ah, no worries. I’m surprised she had a bag at all.