Metaphors for Life
Jul. 29th, 2008 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saifaiI had a dream I can't get my mind off.
In it, I was revisiting someplace. I don't know where I was. I just know that I had been there before. I had been there with my ex-husband.
I was on my own this time. Not really, but I felt alone. I was traveling with people, but they kept leaving me behind. Friends would come, and then leave suddenly.
You see, we were in the middle of a war zone.
I was trying to get home. But everyone I stayed with was leaving me: they got hurt, they were killed, they were robbed, they wandered off and got lost, they were taken hostage...
They were just... gone.
I traveled alone for the most part, with people I know from my life making brief stays. I remember being paranoid about wherever we would stay. I would lock the doors, seal the windows, and hold protectively to me all that I had. I would rummage through the rubble searching for lost memories, but they were just too far gone.
I found a restaurant on our journey to eat at. I had eaten there once before with the ex. He had given my meal to a friend we had been eating with because I wasn't eating fast enough... he figured I hadn't wanted it. This time though, the same friend was there... only she had a different face. She tried to pick off my plate, and I huddled it near to my chest like a starving child.
It was then that I realized I truly was alone to pick through this barren wasteland, working my way towards freedom and the promise of a new life.
...
Then I woke up.
On a side note: The place we were at, I really don't know where it was. In my dream I remembered having been there before, but in real life I've no clue where it was other than a big city. It reminded me of the city landscape from the old Doom video game.
The scene with the restaurant didn't happen in real life either.
In my dreams, it had happened in the past. It does resemble something my ex-husband did to me once, though not in the same way. In real life, I have a favorite chocolate from See's: Summertime. As the name implies, you can only buy it in the summer here (I don't even think you can buy it online). I will usually buy a one pound box or three and keep them in the freezer to hoard them.
Well my ex-husband in all his glory, decided to take my last box with work with him one day to share with his co-workers. It was September, and the chocolates had just been taken off the market for the season.
His reason for doing it? It was just sitting there in the freezer not being eaten. I obviously didn't want it. Grrrr....
In it, I was revisiting someplace. I don't know where I was. I just know that I had been there before. I had been there with my ex-husband.
I was on my own this time. Not really, but I felt alone. I was traveling with people, but they kept leaving me behind. Friends would come, and then leave suddenly.
You see, we were in the middle of a war zone.
I was trying to get home. But everyone I stayed with was leaving me: they got hurt, they were killed, they were robbed, they wandered off and got lost, they were taken hostage...
They were just... gone.
I traveled alone for the most part, with people I know from my life making brief stays. I remember being paranoid about wherever we would stay. I would lock the doors, seal the windows, and hold protectively to me all that I had. I would rummage through the rubble searching for lost memories, but they were just too far gone.
I found a restaurant on our journey to eat at. I had eaten there once before with the ex. He had given my meal to a friend we had been eating with because I wasn't eating fast enough... he figured I hadn't wanted it. This time though, the same friend was there... only she had a different face. She tried to pick off my plate, and I huddled it near to my chest like a starving child.
It was then that I realized I truly was alone to pick through this barren wasteland, working my way towards freedom and the promise of a new life.
...
Then I woke up.
On a side note: The place we were at, I really don't know where it was. In my dream I remembered having been there before, but in real life I've no clue where it was other than a big city. It reminded me of the city landscape from the old Doom video game.
The scene with the restaurant didn't happen in real life either.
In my dreams, it had happened in the past. It does resemble something my ex-husband did to me once, though not in the same way. In real life, I have a favorite chocolate from See's: Summertime. As the name implies, you can only buy it in the summer here (I don't even think you can buy it online). I will usually buy a one pound box or three and keep them in the freezer to hoard them.
Well my ex-husband in all his glory, decided to take my last box with work with him one day to share with his co-workers. It was September, and the chocolates had just been taken off the market for the season.
His reason for doing it? It was just sitting there in the freezer not being eaten. I obviously didn't want it. Grrrr....
