Last night's dream was one of those where you go... hmmmm, I think I'll skip on posting that one.
But, I promised myself I wouldn't do that, so here goes...
I went to a classroom setting. The space was white and airy like there were no walls, just a blank ongoing stage.
It was test time and I did not have a pencil. I asked Tyler (my pastor's 20something year old son) for a pencil. Once I got the pencil waiters and waitresses started bringing out trays with bite sized desserts on them. There was baklava, cream puffs, tarts...stuff like that. I took as many as I could hold in my hand.
Then I had to pee. I walked into a hallway and met up with a friend. Once I found the bathroom I was alone and went in and locked the door. I sat on the toilet and noticed another potty on the opposite side of the room. This one was like a tub with a toilet built in; kinda like a porcelain one person hot tub, with the bucket seat and everything. I went over and sat in it instead. After peeing I felt like I needed to poo too.
(Now before I get to the part I didn't want to post, let me give you the meaning first. This isn't a meaning from my own imagination; I've read it in three different dream interpretation books by three different authors, and it just seems to be accurate based on my own dream analysis.
When you dream of going to the bathroom it's often about getting rid of waste. It's not abnormal to even dream of examining said waste. It's about sorting through your $#!* for lack of a better description.
OK, now we can go back to the dream.)
As the 'poo urge' came over me... I couldn't do it. So I barely touched my butt and it starts to immediately produce a few specimens. They present themselves in front of me as if to say, "Look at me."
...and I'm happy to say, that was the end of the dream.
Interpretation: I started counseling on Thursday. I have not been for myself in years. My counselor told me to start journaling. She told me I was like Saul hiding in the baggage. (Bible story about when Saul was called to be king, but he was scared and hid.) Going to counseling... starting to journal... It requires looking at your $#!*. I am happy to be doing it... I know it will benefit me, but I still hesitate to jump in to some areas. So the brief "constipation" speaks to that, and the "tub" speaks to a cleansing that takes place when you get rid of waste. I personally like the fact that the tub was hot-tub-ish and comfy; perhaps that speaks to my process not being uncomfortable, and after a short hesitation, the "eliminating" will come easy.
As for the classroom, it seems fairly obvious that I'm unprepared for the tests that are facing me right now; That's why I'm going to counseling. (I wonder why I asked Tyler for the pencil. What does he represent? What tool does he have that would help me in my test?)
And the desserts are quite literally one of my typical escapes from taking the tests.
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