I have struggled for weeks with this blog hence my lack of a post in quite some time. I have been feeling a little sheltered and possibly protective of my emotions. I shall call it a writing funk. On the flip side of that, in recent weeks I have written 10 pages worth of single-spaced nonsense. I’ve considered posting it simply for humors sake. Truly a cluster of rambling bullshit.
I have also been lackadaisical chiefly due to the fact that my laptop was taken from me 3 weeks ago and as a result I have lost my primary tool for writing. I was heartbroken to boot. Having reflected deeply on the loss and finally accepting it, I feel like I am finally able to glide back into writing.
I hope I am not the only person to have made the following mistake. I was sitting at my desk earlier working diligently, eyes focused on my computer screen, when I nonchalantly took a swig of the cup of coffee sitting directly in front of me. Upon swallowing this half liquid/half solid concoction I came to realize I hadn’t made myself a drink at the office in recent hours. In fact, I have been drinking bottled water all day. The once perfectly tasty drink turned science project was a cup of coffee I had prepared for consumption and failed to finish yesterday. It is not the lingering taste of garbage in my mouth that bugs me at this moment. It’s the haunting remembrance of the feel of cold moldy coffee layered with a slimy film meeting my lips. I went a little crazy for a moment.
I had a dream last night that I had a mustache and a beard. My character in the dream wasn’t bothered by this added feature but the “real me” was crying inside. If my memory serves me correctly I recall I was at a show, a dance-off if you will, and I happened to catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall to my right. Once again, the girl playing myself in the dream had no instinctive problem with the five o-clock-shadow. In fact, she seemed pleased with the look. However, my mind was devising a plan to rectify the disturbing guise immediately. I convinced my dream character into waxing the mustache/beard combo. Stubble is not an option when it comes to women and facial hair so shaving was immediately written off. While pricing different options, my twin sister appeared in my dream to remind me of the costly price of waxing a beard as thick as mine. Oh right - there is that. To my dismay the issue was never resolved prior to waking. This can only mean that somewhere out there in dream world I am walking-flying-creeping around possibly haunting people sporting the mustache-beard combo.
Left with the bewildering question as to why I am creating an image of myself with facial hair while in my own private dream world, I decided to do a little investigation. I am not a huge advocate of dream interpretation but I will admit that our dreams and our subconscious thoughts are parallel and that different objects and situations are representative of who and what we are in life. My curiousity was definitely peaked. This is what Dreammoods.com has to say about "women with mustaches" (I, too, was surprised yet relieved to find this was an actual dream option):
I have also been lackadaisical chiefly due to the fact that my laptop was taken from me 3 weeks ago and as a result I have lost my primary tool for writing. I was heartbroken to boot. Having reflected deeply on the loss and finally accepting it, I feel like I am finally able to glide back into writing.
I hope I am not the only person to have made the following mistake. I was sitting at my desk earlier working diligently, eyes focused on my computer screen, when I nonchalantly took a swig of the cup of coffee sitting directly in front of me. Upon swallowing this half liquid/half solid concoction I came to realize I hadn’t made myself a drink at the office in recent hours. In fact, I have been drinking bottled water all day. The once perfectly tasty drink turned science project was a cup of coffee I had prepared for consumption and failed to finish yesterday. It is not the lingering taste of garbage in my mouth that bugs me at this moment. It’s the haunting remembrance of the feel of cold moldy coffee layered with a slimy film meeting my lips. I went a little crazy for a moment.
I had a dream last night that I had a mustache and a beard. My character in the dream wasn’t bothered by this added feature but the “real me” was crying inside. If my memory serves me correctly I recall I was at a show, a dance-off if you will, and I happened to catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall to my right. Once again, the girl playing myself in the dream had no instinctive problem with the five o-clock-shadow. In fact, she seemed pleased with the look. However, my mind was devising a plan to rectify the disturbing guise immediately. I convinced my dream character into waxing the mustache/beard combo. Stubble is not an option when it comes to women and facial hair so shaving was immediately written off. While pricing different options, my twin sister appeared in my dream to remind me of the costly price of waxing a beard as thick as mine. Oh right - there is that. To my dismay the issue was never resolved prior to waking. This can only mean that somewhere out there in dream world I am walking-flying-creeping around possibly haunting people sporting the mustache-beard combo.
Left with the bewildering question as to why I am creating an image of myself with facial hair while in my own private dream world, I decided to do a little investigation. I am not a huge advocate of dream interpretation but I will admit that our dreams and our subconscious thoughts are parallel and that different objects and situations are representative of who and what we are in life. My curiousity was definitely peaked. This is what Dreammoods.com has to say about "women with mustaches" (I, too, was surprised yet relieved to find this was an actual dream option):
If you are a woman and dream that you have a mustache, indicates that you are expressing your power through your words and your verbal expression.
Naturally, this inspired me to search for a theory on women with beards. Dreammoods.com has this to say about the woman/beard combo:
If you are a woman and you dream of growing a beard, signifies your masculine aspect of your personality. You want to be more assertive and wield more power.
I was alarmed when I began to read the beard interpretation but in conclusion I could not agree more. I am just glad it didn't suggest a life in the circus. Now, thanks to dreammoods, I don’t feel like I have to hide behind my emotional disguise. I have the power within to be assertive and express myself in any form or fashion desirable. Thanks dreammoods.com!
I am working on a story – another fun life experience – I plan to share it within the next 24 hours.
Peace, lades and gents
~J
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Finally.... good stuff
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