robo dreams

 I took nyquil around 3pm, and woke up about 15 minutes ago after having a strange dream.

There were multiple components I don't really remember, but the end felt very trippy half dream/half awake/ half trip? 

I don't really remember the beginning of this particular set of dreams, but at some point, someone made me some sushi to try. They wrapped it up and tucked it away.

Later I was sitting at a darkened table, probably working, there were other people around, but when I got up to leave someone asked for someone else, and I looked back to see that a couple was making out, and I said something along the lines of they are here, but they are busy. 

Then as I got up to leave, I knew I was going to go eat the sushi. I was headed toward a small restaurant, there were families eating, some of the kids looked liked young versions of M's kids. I felt that in the dream, and as they smiled at me, I smiled and made little kid faces back.  I found a table for me, and I knew I was planning on eating there. Everything felt like, everyone understood everything that was happening around them. The waiter bringing another family white rice questioned them, what is the most important part of a meal? not the chicken, not the napkins, everyone knew he wanted them to say the rice. The father of the table agreed, but was also reluctant, his son -maybe in his early 20s was closest to me, and I wanted to sneak past them to the open door to get some fresh air. I think I was sad re: M's kids. I just wanted to be out in the open for a minute, then I'd eat my sushi or order food. As I snuck by I got trapped in the doorway between the 20 yr old, he kept considerately trying to move forward but I was still stuck. He knew me, wanted to reassure me, but I was stuck. My heart was pounding, caught between the wall and this well meaning young man, who kept trying to move out of my way, but everyone found it funny, including me, they were a family who cared about me, we all love rice! I woke up and felt profound sadness and anger,  G-d why haven't you given me a family? I questioned and demanded, going through the evidence of loss, of opportunities that I thought might work out, why haven't I a partner? children? a family like the ones in this dream?  Why am I alone and sick. I knew I was still asleep, but also awake, piling up thoughts, and emotions, and feeling more and more righteous in my demands. I expect this. I want this now. Give this to me. 

I fell back into the dream space and watched as things whirled and twisted, lights and food, everything turning to purity, everything in its right place, I saw that what I wanted could happen, how easy and beautiful and perfect it was, all the dishes, all the people, all the tasty food, swirling and swirling, and coming together and being purified, and white light, like a plate of white rice, everything was combining and taking form and it was orderly, and prismatic, and beautiful, and then it started to un-swirl, things mushed together, were darkened by soy sauce, and muck, and decayed and defleshed, and everything that was good, was suddenly composting into chaotic goo, the worst texture, and overwhelming the senses, and it was all gross, and I wanted it to go back to the other way, but I realized it wasn't my will that made things happen, it was sort of the nature of it all, and then when I recognized that, a new thing started happening, there were these like crispy bits that began to thicken and shape all the things, the food, the people, like crispy lightning bolts, that brought form back into play, spines, and outlines, gave structure to the muck, and recreated the bright, and it became not the pure white rice, but colorful dishes of vegetables, and stir fries and currys and stuff. Everything was flavorful in more than one way, and it was beautiful, but there was this underlying disturbance to it, that I knew it was also the decay, and it was all at the same time.  

I think the cycles kept going, but I was losing my grip... I woke up hungry at the minimum. But also sort of lost. 

I think as I have written this, it makes more sense than it did in the dream. But it was just soooo much bombarding of the senses -kind of like tripping. It kind of made me wonder if I was dying. Like having a heart attack. The rush of all of this stuff while my heart felt trapped.

I had felt so pure and expectant in my demands. Like it wasn't too much to ask of G-d. Like I had been wronged and I was asking for time earned... you know.   And then as the visuals continued to spiral and prism, it really made it seem so mucky again, so lost at sea, grateful to even have a place to stand. 

I think I said them in the right order, I think it may have looped again a time or two in the dream... but ultimately I think it was just pointing out sort of the cosmic cycles. 

That's what I've felt lost in lately... what is my role in this cosmic cycle... somehow believing if I knew, then I'd be satisfied. 

All day to day I have been thinking about how many of my clients can't seem to let go, or accept what is, because they are holding tight to something they thought was theirs, that they had once, or that they thought should be, and it is in opposition to what it is.  And I've been sort of amused with myself this weekend recognizing how much I am the same, that I don't have a leg to stand on when it comes to being lost on this ride... purified, turned to mulch, transformed again only to decay. 

Round and round. 

What else can we do.