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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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February 04, 2004
analyze thisso, even tho i don't start until mid-march, i went down to my new place of employment for a little "meet & greet" today. when i first walked in, the place was abuzz with all sorts of activity...people rushing around and busily collating reports...volunteers in their little logo'ed polo shirts, working with children...lots going on. when i saw my new boss, she said that she was busy finishing up something, and why didn't i take a little swim in the pond out back while i was waiting for her?
so i did just that. it was weird, tho, because there were thousands of ducks on the pond, just swimming around. it felt weird to be swimming amongst them...i saw their bright orange, webbed feet when i was swimming underwater, and i felt them brushing up against my skin as i moved around. at some point, i'd had enough swimming, so i swam to shore, went back inside, and got dressed.
except that, in my haste, i must've forgotten to dry off, because i was still dripping wet. and when i looked down, i was wearing some strange get-up that had one pant-leg, but the other half was a long skirt. just as i was trying to figure out what the hell it was that i had on and where my shoes were...while noticing that the bright red polish on my toenails was chipped...the president spotted me, his face lit up, and he rushed over. he was dressed really casually, in jeans and a button-down, which surprised me...everyone had been dressed all corporate-like when i was last there (for the interview). he was so happy to see me that he literally tackled me to the ground in a big hug. "i HAVE to talk to you," he said. we got up and he led me over to a sofa in the middle of all the activity. we sat down, and he actually came out to me! it was strange...because, during the interview, my gaydar had totally gone off with him, despite the pictures of the wife and kids scattered about the office. i guess it'd been accurate.
we talked a little while longer...and then suddenly, my mom showed up! the prez had to rush off, so mom and i had lunch in the hospital cafeteria. and then...i woke up. i don't usually remember this level of detail even minutes after i'm awake but, for some reason, i did with this dream. weird.
i actually am going down to the new gig for a little "meet & greet" this afternoon. and my gaydar actually did go off with the prez, despite the family photos. but THIS is the way that my subconscious works, people. and this was waaaay more detailed than when i dreamt, the night before my drug screen and fingerprinting last week, that i was supposed to take a swimming test but had forgotten to shave my legs.
should i be worried?? what's with all the swimming, anyway? and the chipped red toenail polish? and, for the love of god(dess), the DUCKS??
so i did a little online research on dream symbolism; here's what i came up with (or the relevant parts, anyway):water: symbolizes the unconscious; depths of imagination and creativity.
swimming: suggests venturing into the realm of the unconscious; swimming toward shore suggests good fortune in business and financial affairs, achieved through hard work.
being wet: suggests a transition phase; increasing flexibility; restoring life to something; immersing oneself in one's emotions.
ducks:suggest getting organized, as in putting one's ducks in a row; swimming ducks suggest a lucky journey.
my mom: symbolizes guidance and care. the brain is a fascinating thing.
2:17 PM
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