tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post5191785669177419139..comments2024-03-06T05:16:16.411-05:00Comments on car on the hill: Mid-spring dreams & dramasFrances Kuffelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928021465309402200noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-1924744924443623932007-04-24T10:55:00.000-04:002007-04-24T10:55:00.000-04:00Any new dreams? :)Any new dreams? :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02700614225224691712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-5181706874161700472007-04-21T07:26:00.000-04:002007-04-21T07:26:00.000-04:00http://charitybyar.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-is-perf...http://charitybyar.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-is-perfecting-me.html<BR/><BR/><BR/>This might not be right - but your post made me think of this one that Charity wrote a while back.<BR/><BR/>I have been dreaming of WWIII - of having notice or having insight to realize that all worldly luxuries are about to end - that existance will go back to trying to feed ourselves and stay out of elements. Oddly - this isn't a scary dream - it is like having advance warning to "get ready."<BR/><BR/>Coincidentally or not - I have stopped emerging myself in food and things - am stripping them away - just continuously - like trying to get down to my own - true bare self - and perhaps start over. <BR/><BR/>Maybe therapist? Maybe getting down to final weight and finding it like a landing - not a bouncing this time - but a very soft landing. . .<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Middle child chose Saint Brigit - has her own cross and prayer and is special saint for the babies - plus we are Irish Catholic - so a very good fit all the way around - thank you.<BR/><BR/>Trying to remember a book for the oldest to read - terrible disease kills of most of the population - world wide - small band of people try to re-education and re-populate (not Stephen King one). The main character is a man - who ends up being the last one alive that knows how to read - and knows to look things up at the library. He has one son - that he hopes will carry on "knowledge" - but son catches something and dies in another epidemic. At the end of the story - the city - perhaps somewhere in California is burning to the ground - and with it all the books - and he is being carried on the back of one of his great or great-great grandson's - and they are leaving the city - to become roamers (like American Indians - sort of). Can't remember the title or author. I read this book about 20 years ago - and still think about it several times a week. . . oldest wants to read it.Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452333714845476967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-81113812163743214912007-04-20T22:51:00.000-04:002007-04-20T22:51:00.000-04:00I think that your connection of the "why do you lo...I think that your connection of the "why do you love me" with the dreams is right on target, but thought I'd share what went through my head as I read this:<BR/><BR/>Sitting in a bathtub with a man and having him reject you -- being naked and being told that you're not good enough -- seems more literal, and then going to a hilltop world filled with chubby people where you are left waiting and alone.... that all seems literal enough.<BR/><BR/>Your dream about Alix reminds me of the fairy tales where the unloved stepdaughter has to pick lentils out of the ashes, or level a mountain in one day with a flimsy spade, or take all the water out of a lake with a leaky spoon. In those books, the stepdaughter always had a magical being who came along and helped her with her impossible tasks in the moment she gave up and decided she couldn't handle it alone. I am not sure if this relates to your dream or not, but it gives me the idea that maybe it's time to admit that you haven't been able to sort out all your baggage from that job or get all those open jars of water under control on your own... it's a very 3rd step message.<BR/><BR/>My more mundane mind wants to know what the words on the rulers mean to you. <BR/><BR/>I think that some of your nightmares have to go into FB -- they definitely give a really clear picture of where your head is right now.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02700614225224691712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-22575247100482806642007-04-20T17:14:00.000-04:002007-04-20T17:14:00.000-04:00You are famous. At least to me. I've read your boo...You are famous. At least to me. I've read your book at least 8 times already. I have pages bookmarked and underlined. I identified with so much of your story, I think I cried through much of my first 4 readings. It makes me want to join a 12 step group, but then again I don't because I don't want to give up my food. You are an inspiration to me, Frances, and I was thrilled when I found your blog. I mean, this person who I look up to, who I thought, "wow, if she could sponsor me..." has a blog that a mere mortal like me can comment on? Wow. I am eagerly awaiting your next book on relapse. <BR/><BR/>You rock.<BR/><BR/>AnnieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-19405799825802732282007-04-20T12:43:00.000-04:002007-04-20T12:43:00.000-04:00I love to examine dreams. Messages from the deep....I love to examine dreams. Messages from the deep. Sometimes there is an obvious meaning I take immediately from a dream, and then others keep me pondering and analyzing and even become the subject of entire therapy sessions. What stood out to me in your first dream, is that you directly addressed the "not good enough" accusation, and argued on your own behalf. That would be monumental for me. A really good sign in the battle between me and me. It is interesting that compliments, and expressions of admiration from others, can be challenges to our own idea of self. In the past few years, I have spent more time wondering who my "self" really is. I keep peeling back layers to get to it, but maybe the layers are all a part of it. Thanks for the food for thought.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400492104098347769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-27294206330433588502007-04-20T04:24:00.000-04:002007-04-20T04:24:00.000-04:00Wow. Oh Wow. Very introspective and revealing post...Wow. Oh Wow. Very introspective and revealing post, especially about what you (We) have substituted for "me". I fill up my life with things, with food, to minimize my own "I" because I don't really like her - in part for filling up my life with things instead of figuring out who I am through the pain as well as the delight.<BR/><BR/>Lots to think about.Anne M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08824355734094187786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15680498.post-20356035171813906212007-04-19T21:28:00.000-04:002007-04-19T21:28:00.000-04:00See, I found this fascinating. What is the ME for...See, I found this fascinating. What is the ME for all of Us? On our inventory, there's the question of what makes us feel feminine (which you know I changed to feel human for my own purposes). And every day I ponder that question.<BR/><BR/>And I looked at your five definitions and it's still hard to answer. <BR/><BR/>Perhaps I hide "me" and only let certain people see aspects of it or perhaps I am like Chekov's "The Darling" twisting my interests into whatever or whoever I'm around?<BR/><BR/>Do my possession reveal who I am or do I hid myself with possessions? I don't know.<BR/><BR/>Good post to think about, Frances.Lori G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02167055316077502640noreply@blogger.com