Growing up I had three recurring dreams:
- I’m in an elevator. It stops between floors. The doors open. I have to get out. Do I climb onto the higher floor or the lower floor? Either way I might get crushed.
- I’m driving a car. It’s out of control. I stomp on the brakes. They don’t work. There’s nothing I can do.
- I’m in danger. Someone’s attacking me. I try to scream. I have no voice. There’s nothing I can do.
Apparently my subconscious was working overtime back then to help me deal with deep anger/helplessness issues?
I don’t have dreams like that any more. Whew! I have had, however, some interesting dreams about The Ashland House:
- HGTV arranges for The Ashland House to be on Fixer Upper and the designer paints EVERY interior surface teal. (That’s not a dream. That’s a nightmare!)
- I’m house hunting again because I don’t think construction will ever end. I go to open a door and it falls of the hinges. Every house I look at is falling apart.
- A group of “neighbors” come into The Ashland House and look through every room as if I’m not there. They track mud all over our new wood floors.
My favorite is the one I had last night:
A group of women come to look at the house. One of them compliments me on one of our ceiling fans. The exchange goes like this:
Woman: I like your fan.
Woman: How much was it?
Me: That’s none of your business.
Woman: Yes it is.
Me: No it’s not. If you really want to know you can look it up online.
Woman looks it up on her phone right in front of me.
End of dream.
I guess now is the time to tell you that growing up the biggest taboo (besides expressing any emotion besides happiness – I’ll save that for a separate post) was asking someone anything to do with money. In order to illustrate this point I’ve taken the liberty of sharing the beginnings of a list with you.
Things More Socially Acceptable Than Discussing Money:
- Public Intoxication
- Vomiting in front of diner party guests
- Breaking a bone in front of strangers
- Food stuck in between teeth for a prolonged period of time
- Violating one or any combination (and quite possibly all) of the 10 Commandments
You should have a pretty good idea by now, right?
Long story short I’m under a bit of stress right now. As usual, I have a choice.
Choice #1: Stress Out
Choice #2: Express Gratitude
Of course I’m going to go with Choice #2! We are so fortunate! The Ashland House will eventually be finished and we will eventually get to live there. My subconscious can work out my stress for me.
Thanks for reading and have a Joyful Day!