Friday, October 20, 2006
In the dream I was sympathetic, but not terribly. I mean, I'm not sure she was feeling suicidal so much as thirsty.
Last night I dreamed I was a minister and it was my first day in the pulpit. I did a really good job and my vestments were totally rockin'. Then we all went shopping in Amsterdam.
I wonder if that dream was some sort of sign. Sometimes I think about divinity school. I mean, I think about law school too, but it's really all in the "someday, when I win the lottery" stages of planning, the unrealistic-pipe-dream phase.
but I never had a dream about my first day in court.
i don't actually know what -that- means.
Seriously, I had a hard time believing it was a dream, and had to go count birds to make sure we still had all four.
But I'm having something of a real issue about the elephant sandwich that is school.
yeah, i still don't know what i want to be when i grow up, either, really...ech, the psych/social work/counselling/whichwhatwherewhenwhy? schools thing, well, that's another subject. onward and upward.