last night i went to bed with the goal of remembering my dreams. i was actually hoping for one of the erotic variety but i got this instead:
i'm in the house i grew up in. my mother (there she is again) is returning from shopping. it appears that she has bought a new car that my younger sisters friend antonia is driving back to the house for her. i'm calling the car a mazaratti (sp?) in the dream but i dont even know what one of those is. i think its just supposed to stand for a very expensive and frivolous car. i'm livid.
>a little background. growing up we didnt have a lot of extra cash. we were fine but during the designer label craze of the 80s, i was wearing clothes my mom made. but once i graduated from high school and was living out on my own, my father started making more money and so my sisters had the benefit of growing up relatively well off. so yea, i'm a little bitter/jealous/whatever about it.<
so back to the dream. mom comes into the house with shopping bags and some crazy tight jeans on. in my dream world, i know these are designer jeans and that they cost $20,000. i start screaming at my dad that they dont need a new car, i do! and that what mom paid for those stupid jeans could have bought me a mini cooper. and i'm so angry and my dad is being completely patronizing. he thinks its hilarious that i'm so mad. "what do you want me to do about it?", he laughs. i feel like i'm wrapped in heavy wool scarves and no one can really hear how upset i am no matter how much i yell.
i woke up screaming in frustration.
oh well, better luck next time.
i'm in the house i grew up in. my mother (there she is again) is returning from shopping. it appears that she has bought a new car that my younger sisters friend antonia is driving back to the house for her. i'm calling the car a mazaratti (sp?) in the dream but i dont even know what one of those is. i think its just supposed to stand for a very expensive and frivolous car. i'm livid.
>a little background. growing up we didnt have a lot of extra cash. we were fine but during the designer label craze of the 80s, i was wearing clothes my mom made. but once i graduated from high school and was living out on my own, my father started making more money and so my sisters had the benefit of growing up relatively well off. so yea, i'm a little bitter/jealous/whatever about it.<
so back to the dream. mom comes into the house with shopping bags and some crazy tight jeans on. in my dream world, i know these are designer jeans and that they cost $20,000. i start screaming at my dad that they dont need a new car, i do! and that what mom paid for those stupid jeans could have bought me a mini cooper. and i'm so angry and my dad is being completely patronizing. he thinks its hilarious that i'm so mad. "what do you want me to do about it?", he laughs. i feel like i'm wrapped in heavy wool scarves and no one can really hear how upset i am no matter how much i yell.
i woke up screaming in frustration.
oh well, better luck next time.
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I could be emo for a night or so.