Posted by daisym on March 14, 2006, at 12:29:41
Here's one to ponder
I was a young teen, about 15, cleaning up and decorating for a party. I'm pretty sure the party was taking place in an apartment that I've been in but can't place at the moment. I'm anxious but excited. The dream shifts and the party has started but there are only a few friends there...they are all babble friends. I'm on my knees picking up some ice when I look up and see my therapist come in. I smile and move across the room, still on my knees, sort of an upright crawl. I get over to him and he comments about the crawling -- I can't quite remember the comment -- and I get embarrassed and stand up. I ask him "what are you doing here?" but with delight. He says he came to check on me and see how things were going. I chat with him a few minutes, sort of flirty but then start to grow uncomfortable. He isn't supposed to be here. He leaves after a few minutes and I sort of dance over to Tender and say with pride, "that was X --can you believe he stopped in?" And she says she knew who it was and she was waiting to be introduced but I never brought him over. She wondered if I was embarrassed for him to meet them, or them to meet him. I didn't know what she meant by that.
I can't remember anymore of the dream. When I tried to figure it out, I remembered the feeling at the end really well. I went to a dance in high school once with a boy I really, really liked. We met over the summer, sort of one-on-one. But at the dance he was very different and so was I. I couldn't relax, it was too public that I liked him and I didn't want to have to talk with anyone about those feelings.
poster:daisym
thread:620199
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/psycho/20060312/msgs/620199.html