curiousDisturbing dreams. Okay, not so much disturbing, as weird, and unusually not wanted. As in, stirring stuff I don't care to stir that might at other times be quite enjoyable tyvm.
Okay, so I'm going through an intentional period of non-sexuality. It's part of insulating myself while examining sexual history in the No Stones class. Now that we're actually working the workbook, I am of course being
a very good time.
Frustrated myself in dreamland, but at least there was frosting. Cake frosting, no euphemism. Except in the most interpretive dream sort of sense, I suppose. When the dream is busily being explicit, it seems silly not to call a cake a cake, after all.
But as for symbols... Shallow, warm pool. Cake and frosting. Books, shelved, but in a new, unfamiliar layout. Okay. I suppose there was some symbology going on there.
Awake now. Dealing with the real, not the symbolic. Yay me.
