woman

The case of the cursing woman

“Goddamnit!”

Every so often a woman in a lucid dream this morning yelled out like that, so after the fourth or fifth time I had to ask her about it. “Why do you keep saying that?,” I asked.

“Gets your attention, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“There you have it.”

“There I have what?”

My wife isn’t the woman I married

A couple that lives near me has been having problems, and yesterday the husband asked if he and I could talk privately. After we found a quiet place he said, “My wife isn’t the woman I married ... I don’t like this new version of her, and I don’t know what to do.”

(Sorry, there’s no moral to this story, only that.)

“If she’s in it, she must be getting something out of it”

“If she’s in it, she must be getting something out of it.”

That’s a quote from a favorite tv series, Law & Order: Criminal Intent. It’s about women who stay in marriages when people outside of the marriage can’t understand why the woman stays married to the man.

In my own life I know a fair number of seemingly independent women who either appear to be unhappy, or openly say they’re unhappy, yet they stay married to the same guy ... something I still don’t understand.

Hate-y bits

In the “lucid dream holodeck” this morning, I was hanging out with a group of peeps when a tornado suddenly appeared. Everyone started running for cover, and I grabbed a dog and started running for a basement when I looked back at it and thought, “This isn’t a tornado, it’s just an insane amount of energy.”

Holding the dog under my right arm, I stood my ground. When I did this, the energy stopped moving like a tornado, and — skipping over the whole “Transformers” thing — it eventually took on a female human form.

Further skipping past our introductions ... I eventually suggested that she talk to some other people in the dreamspace, but she said no, I had less “hate-y bits” than the other people. (Language differences often make for interesting translations.)

Lucid dream: A strange bed and a Cinnabon

I woke up on the left side of a king size bed this morning. It wasn’t my bed, but I was blanketed in a thick, soft comforter, which felt wonderful. I looked around briefly. Wherever I was, the room seemed very nice. It was light outside.

As my other senses came to me, I realized that what woke me up was a strange woman standing on the right side of the bed, yelling at me. She wanted to know where I got the warm Cinnabon that was on the nightstand next to me. More accurately, she rather forcefully wanted to know if someone brought that for me, and if so, who.

Meditating while awake/asleep

Today is a day off for me, so when I woke up and laid in bed with my eyes closed and noticed that the dreams were still playing, I decided to let them continue to roll on while I lay there awake.

After the same dream kept replaying itself in different ways, I noticed that an old woman was usually standing behind me and to my right, observing the dreams. I didn’t bother to ask her who she was, I just jumped right to my main question: “Why am I seeing these things?”

She answered, “You need to resolve these situations to your own satisfaction.”

Broken people, secret gardens

There’s a woman I know that I really like, but whenever I communicate with her I get the sense that she’s also a little “broken” ... that there’s something there that she wants or needs to talk about, but she can’t. It’s hard to describe, but I always end up thinking, “I’d really like to get to know her, but she won’t (or can’t) let me in.”

I don’t know how to help her, so my current plan is to just try to keep the lines of communication open, and most importantly, to try to be a good listener, and then maybe one day she’ll let me in.