Furious
I woke up angry this morning. Furious in fact. I was angry that once again, I'd had one of those 'trying to get there' dreams. I've had them for as far back as I can remember, and I'm tired of it. I want to know what I'm doing wrong: why I continue to revisit the same old theme dream after dream after dream.
Last night's story went like this: it was a Saturday morning and Joe and I were going to go do some volunteer work: cleaning out the garage that belongs to a local business here called Alpine Bakery. We were walking there from Riverdale (a subdivision in this city). Joe went one way, but I took another path, and I soon realized I couldn't get to the bakery using that route. But by then Joe had gone ahead and I didn't know which way he'd gone. So the rest of my dream was all about me wandering around as if in a maze trying to find my way there.
Along the route I saw people selling crafts, and I saw the woman who runs a local dance shop here putting on a fashion show of her clothing line. All along the way I'd ask people how to get to the bakery. They'd point vaguely in some direction and I'd head that way, but with no success in reaching my destination.
I finally ended up in a beautiful performance centre that was built into a rocky cliff overlooking Kensington Market. A rehearsal was going on there - people were on ice skates. I thought I'd finally found the door that would lead me to my destination, and I climbed the hugely steep stairs of the performance centre to reach the exit door, only to find that it didn't go anywhere. At that point I was so frustrated I broke down and cried.
I'm tired of trying to figure out what this theme means. I lead a priviledged life and don't understand what it is I'm searching for. Grrrr!
9:25:54 AM 
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