Last night’s dream was a mix of most of my current anxieties and life issues. Hilariously so.
At first, I was at a convention with Lisa Costello. I wasn’t Guest of Honor, but I was something like Toastmaster. After rehearsing for the banquet where there was going to be a ceremony, I realized it was going to be one of the coolest ceremonies ever. Live action stunts, people flying in from the ceiling on wires, the whole business. I tried to convince Lisa she needed to come to the banquet with me, but she kept insisting she had a panel she couldn’t miss.
Eventually I went to change for the banquet. I couldn’t find my aloha shirts. I couldn’t get into the orange t-shirt I had with me. I got lost heading back to the banquet room. I eventually arrived about half an hour late, most of the ceremony was over, and I’d missed all the fun bits with me in them.
My sense of being trapped by cancer, of my writing career slipping away from me
Lisa Costello went back to my house. Not the real Nuevo Rancho Lake, but some dream place. We decided to take a road trip to Canton, OH as something to do in order to distract ourselves. On the way we stopped at the house of
My feeling that my whole life is slipping away from me due to cancer, and my fears that people will keep leaving me behind as I grow ever more ill — not sure what the gender stuff means, other than obvious questions of somatic identity
So, yeah. A classic. Laughably Freudian.