It's been a while since I had a frustration or anxiety dream. I had one Monday night. I went into New York City for a class, then got on a bus. Somehow I ended up in a suburb at a kids' game. The return bus wasn't for another two hours, and I started talking to people about how I could get back. I suddenly realized I was dressed in a wool skirt, sweater, heels, and long winter coat. That wasn't right.
I woke up then. I guess it didn't really count as an anxiety dream because it didn't last long enough. I wonder if I somehow pulled myself out of it. Wish I could do that with the frustrations and anxieties of real life.
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