Sterile environment, toddler you couldn’t protect, No currency to enjoy yourself, a Chinese lady tells you to fuck off…
You’re having covid dreams… Are you at odds with your kids about the vaccine per chance? Or maybe you’re grand with your own stance but are worried for your kids? It could be that they’re only listening to their mother also as she had to take control. It’s clear you have anxiety about living and sharing space with the vaxxed or how they’ll look at you as a non vaxxed and you dont carry the correct currency .
This is just lazy. You’ve provided more questions than answers, and you’ve ignored so much.
The barman was initially friendly btw, he was called rusty and he mentioned/confessed that his wife was from a village in North cork
I’ve got a flu or something this week and I’m going to do my first antigen test this morning before I head out for 4 or 5 pints.
Anyway I had odd dreams last night. The Buffalo Bills were playing a game and kicker Tyler Bass was getting ready to kick for the sticks. A hippopotamus came onto the field and snuck up behind him. I think initially somebody had the hippo on a leash. Tyler was just focused on his kick so he was the only one in Highmark Stadium who didn’t see the hippo coming. The hippo grabbed and savaged him from behind. Poor Tyler’s back got cracked. I was worried if he could carry on because it had him in my fantasy team. Then I woke up thinking I was going to get sick.
I’m prone to nightmares and I had a(n) horrendous afternoon nap one there earlier. I had a big pizza today so I’m putting it down to the cheese.
In the dream I was in the airport and I was helping a gorgeous Ukrainian refugee lady with her bags and she had loads of them so I offered to get her a trolly. I went to grab the closest one but she kept insisting on a particular one. I said fair enough and loaded her luggage and began to push it. The minute I grabbed it, I looked at her and her face had gone all demonic. Black eyes, wide, evil grin. Then I realised I couldn’t pull my hands off of the trolley and they began to burn. And like burn all the way up my arm, my shoulders and then my throat. And burn as in completely on fire, being reduced to ash.
I woke up completely out of breath, in a pool of sweat and couldn’t get my heart to stop pounding for a good half hour
But really you’re simpky struggling with a stressful situation which evokes conflicting emotions. You have sympathy for the refugees while being unaware of the exact nature of their needs, the extent of their demands and your ability to cope. This is all understandable and you shouldn’tbe tok hard on yourself.
The frightening and painful elements are conventionally religious images drawn from an irish Catholic upbringing. You have to decide if your symbolic damnation comes from either a misplaced self admonishing sense that you’re not doing enough, or a slightly more appropriate awareness that you shouldn’t be harbouring adulterous or lustful notions about the poor woman in her hour of need.
Then again the whole vignette might be a compact working out of your thoughts and fears regarding the immediate and long term implications of hooking up with a Ukrainian bird. Who knows what might be in those bags.
Having ascertained the time of the experience and then pointedly misquote his response marks you out as a charlatan. You’re well capable of better than this. Oneirology may not be your forte……
