Dream

Posted on September 10, 2002 in Dreams

I attend some kind of depressive support group. There’s a woman who has to leave early because she has to walk home and for some reason that isn’t well explained at all, I can’t drive her home. The group leader hands out these hot packaged dinners. I take mine home (the one where I grew up), go into my bedroom, and eat it. It has just two items: a thick chicken broth and green peas. My mother comes into the room, takes the dinner from me, and fishes out a piece of chicken with her fingers. She asks me when I am going to get off the medications. I tell her, for the nth time, that this is a lifetime thing, that they are part of my life from here on out. I scold her for eating my dinner which has been carefully designed for my nutritional needs. She excuses herself by saying that she didn’t know and leaves the room. I get on the net to read email. I hear her and my father talking in the other room. Seems that I have just lost some job. They say that they are proud that I am blackmailing my former boss for $50,000 and am using the business InterNet connection to do it. I cry that I am doing no such thing: this is my own InterNet connection and I refuse to blackmail anyone.