The alien crab shack. (dream)

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DREAM

I'm in a worn, decaying house on the beach of what feels like another planet. I live by myself here. It's different from the old lives I used to live. This was my fresh start, although I've been here for a long time now. 

I go out on to the beach and check my traps. It's nearly sunset. I look in my net, and see that I've caught dozens and dozens of strange, colorful crabs. They have ropey biological cords coming out of them. They will taste really good. I've got plenty of recipes to experiment with. I take them back to my shack and put them in a large, wooden crate. 

INTERPRETATION

The house I'm living in is a little run down in places. Living here now feels entirely different from living here when my mom was alive--now it kind of feels like being in a shack on an alien planet. I'm also eating a lot of food that isn't mine (I have permission), so it's kind of like having an endless supply of food at my fingertips like the crabs in the sea.

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I took a poetry class once, but it didn't teach me how to write poetry. The class had a deadline for poems we had to write every week, and then we would discuss them. We also read from a poetry anthology. But the class didn't go into a method for writing poems. So I asked ChatGPT how to write a poem. I do not consider myself a poet, and I don't read poetry often, but this is what I came up with for Christmas:

Hide inside my hoodie

Outside 

Where the warm sun 

Competes with the frost of December

I go to deliver a last minute gift

My friend doesn't need it

But he needs reminders that he is

Thought of 

And cared for

From my computer I visit snow-filled cafes

decorated in the lights and ornaments I didn't put up

Jazz plays

And the lack of Christmas songs leave me wondering

How they don't understand 

How much those old songs 

Mean to me

Elon Musk slowly transforms into the Joker. (dream)

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DREAM

Elon Musk runs around on a plane doing the kinds of things he would normally do: making business decisions, inspecting technology, making visionary speeches, etc. But one day, he shows up on his flying, blimp-like headquarters dressed in a purple suit, hair grown out and dyed green, with clown face paint on. 

I feel a sense of anxiety slowly creeping up on me as I watch him interact with the people he's hired.

The days go by, and the tension builds. 

One day, he chases me throughout the air ship with a knife. I run in and out of control rooms until I jump out into the open blue sky to escape him. 

INTERPRETATION

Elon's reputation seems to get worse by the day. I remember when everyone used to dream of working for SpaceX--or they at least seemed to admire what Elon Musk was doing. But it's one of the eight worldly conditions in Buddhism that a person will be both praised and blamed. Another of the conditions is that a person will experience both fame and disgrace. People should be aware of this.  

I know this is a little controversial at a time like this, but I really don't think Elon Musk is so bad. He's demanding. And a perfectionist. He makes insensitive decisions pretty frequently. But he doesn't have the thousands of lives worth of innocent blood on his hands that a health insurance CEO would have. 

I'm hoping that something positive comes about with his new position in the government next year, even if there are negatives. I've always wondered what would happen if STEM people got involved in government. 

And I hope that even if he's severe about cutting jobs that he's smart enough not to be cruel or unfair in this revolutionary type of climate that's in the air right now. I would be sad to hear if something bad happened to him. 

Why would I be sad? Because I think he's secretly an open-minded, creative weirdo.  He went to college for physics and I think of him as having a secret creative streak, which makes him a bit sympathetic to me. I don't think he sleeps with starlets for the status. I think he's kind of interested in creative pursuits.

I cuddle with a new psychiatrist. (dream)

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DREAM

I go to a mental health center in a small Northwestern town. The sky is gray and there's greenery everywhere. The building is like a gray log cabin. 

I fill out my paperwork, then get into bed with an elderly woman. We talk about the  paperwork and different things I have to do in order to be seen by her. She is a psychiatrist. 

I get up and do more bureaucratic chores around town so that I can be seen at her clinic. I drive back to her office and she proceeds to spoon me. 

We talk about therapeutic stuff as I drift in and out of sleep. I decide that this is okay since it will never lead to sex or the manipulation that so often happens around sex. 

And then the therapy session is over and I get out of bed.  

INTERPRETATION

I guess this is kind of what therapy feels like? Certainly, therapy is a comfort to me right now--which is a little like cuddling. I'm getting more out of therapy than I usually do right now, because I'm at a lower point than usual. 

Opening a door to other dimensions. (dream)

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DREAM #1

I'm in my mom's bedroom. It's vast and has no sense of being enclosed. My mother is in large, soft bed in a nightgown. I open a door next to her bed to another dimension. Strange, enormous fishes swim by. Weird birds fly in the air. I see events in the future and things that probably didn't happen in our world. 

DREAM #2

I'm walking down the same road I walk down nearly every day, and I get to a bridge. I've been having a conversation with myself on this walk about what I want to do for a career. I'm also trying to figure out how they made the various levels to Sonic the Hedgehog in the original Sega Genesis video games. I lay down on the pavement next to a pair of children who happen to be there with their mom. There are tiny, adult chickens smaller than my thumb in the dried up river bed. I pick one up between my fingers and say to no one in particular, "How did they get so tiny?" 

INTERPRETATIONS

I think dream #1 is me kind of imagining where my mom might be now that she's passed on. Where is she, and what kind of reality is she in?

I think dream #2 is how I have to figure out what to do from here. I do my thinking and emotional processing on walks. It feels like a big reset button was pushed on my life after my mom died.