Flying to dads
What did this one mean? I think I see my family as poor, as coming from a poor neighborhood. We weren't needy, we were just poor people as far as our social standing. Now my dad has a second house and a nice car, my mom lives owns half of a duplex in a gated senior community and she drives a newish car. These three homes are all fairly modest, but it leads me to feel that my family has the trappings of wealth, at least more than before, and increasingly. This is strange to me I guess. Poor is part of my identity. Well at least I'm still poor. I sure hope it lasts, but I'm guessing that that's an almost sure thing. So we fly to his new house, but the flying contraption is white trash and falling apart on us. We don't really belong on this highway but there we are.
Why is it so hard to remember dreams.
I am working on increasing my ability to hold onto the dreams. The bad one stick around.
I'll post some of my more notable dreams from the past soon.