In the next 10 years of my life, my age will start affecting me: Aches and pains will pop up, and friends will start dying. Billy is, I guess, in his mid- to late 50s, and he talked about being at the point in his life where he’s looking back on his life. He had just returned from a trip home to Mississippi to visit family and friends. He spoke about the trip home with such happiness, and was full of smiles. I asked him if he wanted to move back eventually, and he said “yes.”
He talked about relationships he’s had, and how as we get older, even if it’s difficult, you should try to stay friends with people you’ve dated, even if the relationship didn’t work out. I’m not really sure how we got on that topic. He described a recent phone call with a female friend, and how they’d come to an understanding of where things stand with them right now. ”It could come full circle a year from now,” Billy said.
He’s from Biloxi, Mississippi, a place that I visited several times when I was little, with my parents. I used to love those trips – I remember beignets, the beach, visiting historic places. I haven’t been back there since I was a kid, but I’d love to return. I’ve heard that it’s changed, with casinos, even. And some of those places were trashed due to Katrina and other storms. Mary Mahoney’s is still there, but I don’t see the seafood place we used to go to on the water. I also remember going to a plantation and learning about cotton picking, and buying a little sample of cotton still in its shell and taking it home. Beauvoir may be the one that I’m thinking of, but it looks like (sadly) most of it was destroyed in Katrina.
The latest strange twist in a dream. I’m in Europe and maybe even France. I’m with a large group, and one of those where it seems like there are friends from different timeframes in the dream. We are ready to head to the airport and our flights are leaving in waves. One of the group leaders announces my “wave,” and I connect via a wave (different kind) from across the room with the people who will be on my flight.
I’m up in some sort of attic and have to climb through a hole in the floor, using a ladder to get down. I realize after getting to a point where I can’t turn back that my luggage has been left behind by the group. It happens to another woman, too, though it’s clear that we are the only ones and that seems odd. I don’t seem too stressed about this, and even though it’s annoying, it doesn’t matter because I’ve somehow packed my clothes in other bags – but what kind of bags, and how would I have some other set of bags with me (apart from plastic) in addition to my luggage? I try to visualize it in the dream. It’s time to leave and head to the airport.
Dream interpretation: Losing your luggage or items from your luggage is actually a good symbol in a dream. It is a request to let go of baggage or past issues that you are carrying around. It doesn’t matter in the dream what is in the bags. The bags represent issues that are holding you back.
In my dreams, last night.
lots of them, or at least enough to submit the topic to memory.
Dream dictionary definitions say:
- To see a kitten in your dream represents a transitional phase toward independence. You are ready to explore new things that life has to offer. Alternatively, the dream symbolizes innocence and purity.
- To dream of kittens means new life or new experiences in the future for the good;; a trusting relationship
- This dream could also suggest that you are somehow feeling disconnected from the more feminine side of your personality.
- For a woman to dream of a beautiful fat, white kitten, omens crafty deception will be practised upon her, which will almost ensnare her to destruction, but her good sense and judgment will succeed in warding off unfortunate complications.
- A white cat can represent your feminine intuition and a link with the natural beauty in you
- If you are allergic and dream of a cat it would signify a negative and threatening reaction to a situation or relationship.
- To see a kitten in your dream signifies deceit and trouble ahead. If you dream about a litter of kittens, you may be drawn into a social conflict. This dream could also suggest that you are somehow feeling disconnected from the more feminine side of your personality.
The cat or cats were not fat. I am sometimes allergic to cats, but not very often these days. I did not dream about a litter of kittens. An ex-boyfriend used to call me “kitten” as a nickname.
I can’t remember the other part of my dream, but it had to do with the word “lusk” or maybe it was “lux” but I seem to recall a four-letter word.
Lusk is a town in Tennessee and Wyoming. It’s also a village in Ireland. And the name of a band.
“Daddy, Daddy, do you want a big dog or a little dog?” she asked. Long spindly legs, long brown braids, somewhat desperate in that younger kid manner of getting an adult’s attention. ”Because golden doodles come in …,” and the conversation drifts away as they pass.
“I just don’t know what to do for me,” she said, with a touch of melancholy. Shorter green athletic shorts, petite, tight white shirt.
“You could do gravel, smooth gravel like they have over here.” People on bikes.
“So, anyway, what happened to you?”
“When I was on Prozac …”
I’ve never taken a pregnancy test, and won’t have kids at my age unless it’s through adoption or a future boyfriend’s slash partner’s slash husband’s existing kids. I felt distant from the whole “women having it all” debate from a few months ago because, let’s face it, I am an outlier in many ways: I’ve never been married, don’t have children and will never “have it all” in the eyes of some people. Sometimes those eyes are even my own.
You’ve probably read “The ‘Busy’ Trap” from the New York Times. Or you’ve seen friends post about it on Facebook. I’m glad friends posted and steered me to it. The author, Tim Kreider, made the argument that the new default response to “How are you doing?” is: busy, crazy busy … a boast disguised as a complaint. And the standard response to that, Kreider says, is a congratulatory statement. Awesome!
I didn’t tell my parents about the break-up with J. I was just getting ready to tell them that I was dating someone, that it was serious, that we’d been together five months, that we’d dated last year and got back together, and it all turned on a dime last month. I then started thinking about friends I hadn’t told and I started to wonder why I had kept somewhat silent with certain people, and had not told my parents when it was really a happy situation and I was in love.
I want to take ballet lessons, and have been looking into class options in Seattle.
It would be the first time I’ve taken a dance class since I was a kid, but I’ve been inspired by the Seattle dance scene and also after seeing the Trey McIntyre Project at Bumbershoot in the fall. The female dancers had amazing bodies and legs and I was mesmerized by the movement, dance and music. Love the collaboration with The Shins, too.
I’ve felt the same inspiration after seeing the Pacific Northwest Ballet and, subsequently, Whim W’him. So … onward in 2012 to some ballet lessons. I’ve found two studios in Seattle that are near work/ home and offer lessons for adults – one in the U District (The Ballet Studio) and another in Green Lake (eXit SPACE).