Thursday, December 12, 2013
Donuts
I was hosting a birthday party for myself. It was in a house painted in all white inside. I had just invited my female friends, and we were all wearing pastel colored pjs. My mom was helping me serve breakfast treats. She brought a box full of hot donuts - they were covered in pastel colored icing and sprinkles. She was also preparing mini ice cream sundaes. I distinctly remember the smell of the sweet donuts, and feeling like it was going to be too much sugar.
Death, family, money
I got news that my ex-boyfriend's father had passed away suddenly. He is a very fit, health, happy man, so it was definitely premature and shocking. Even though I haven't spoken to my ex in a year, I decided to email him with my condolences. I emailed him twice, and never got a response.
In another part of my dream, I went home to my parent's house. I had an emotional breakdown at the airport as I was arriving, thinking about how my parents were always treating my brother with more leniency and had a greater appreciation for his accomplishments than mine because they were better juxtaposed against his failures. I was crying when my dad picked me up - I think I tried to explain to him why I was crying, and my mom eventually asked me too. My dad didn't say anything very useful but at least it was gentle, while my mom was dismissive and essentially told me to get over the complex that I have.
I also saw myself in the airport on the way back to DC, and I went to a Tex Mex restaurant. I was going to get a Margarita but it was too expensive and I was really worried about spending money (like I currently am in my waking life). I was disappointed, but I think I got something cheaper.
In another part of my dream, I went home to my parent's house. I had an emotional breakdown at the airport as I was arriving, thinking about how my parents were always treating my brother with more leniency and had a greater appreciation for his accomplishments than mine because they were better juxtaposed against his failures. I was crying when my dad picked me up - I think I tried to explain to him why I was crying, and my mom eventually asked me too. My dad didn't say anything very useful but at least it was gentle, while my mom was dismissive and essentially told me to get over the complex that I have.
I also saw myself in the airport on the way back to DC, and I went to a Tex Mex restaurant. I was going to get a Margarita but it was too expensive and I was really worried about spending money (like I currently am in my waking life). I was disappointed, but I think I got something cheaper.
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