In the dream I was so
angry at him I could hardly believe it , so angry I couldn't stand it, and I
woke myself up from the dream to come to, to think .'Huh. What the hell was
that? ' , knowing full well that dreams do not lie, and dreams hand us a direct
line to what is seeping along or festering a bit or roiling about within.
So I turned and turned again and fell back asleep and had an instant replay , though the dream was not identical ,yet the impulse was the same , as if My Self knew I needed two rounds to get this to stick.
So that when I woke later , the message was with me, and stayed there, clear, front and center, right up in my face, all day long.
Not to be put aside despite the exhaustion and his cranky responses and his indeterminate lack of interest in theses things that matter to me.
Til it came round to me, the clear cut origin, which was now present to stand up to and gaze at and take that responsibility into my own two hands and begin that imperfect necessary process of coming to terms.
So I turned and turned again and fell back asleep and had an instant replay , though the dream was not identical ,yet the impulse was the same , as if My Self knew I needed two rounds to get this to stick.
So that when I woke later , the message was with me, and stayed there, clear, front and center, right up in my face, all day long.
Not to be put aside despite the exhaustion and his cranky responses and his indeterminate lack of interest in theses things that matter to me.
Til it came round to me, the clear cut origin, which was now present to stand up to and gaze at and take that responsibility into my own two hands and begin that imperfect necessary process of coming to terms.
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