How our subconscious keeps us sane

Yesterday an event took place that I wanted to participate in. I wanted it too much, it was all I could think of for weeks. But it was not going to happen to me for several reasons, and surely it didn’t. Knowing that, I was depressed for the week before (JBQ can attest to the validity of this as he was the recipient of my angry/sad face for a week).

This morning, I dreamt about the event. I was there, and I came face to face of what I wanted to see there. It felt so real. My dream did not exaggerate and it did not give me more than the absolutely minimum that was required. It felt like an objective, realistic dream. And just before I pressed the shutter button on my iPhone to capture the moment, I woke up.

Believe it or not, this dream that came to me exactly the right time after the event happened, has healed me. And it healed me because it offered me the absolutely minimum of what could have potentially happened if I was present at the event. It gave me nothing more. It kept me in check, but without taking away the moment.

Today, I feel liberated.


A.H, wrote on April 16th, 2009 at 9:50 AM PST:

You are obviously not a scientologist šŸ˜‰

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Eugenia wrote on April 16th, 2009 at 2:14 PM PST:

I am an atheist.

Jorge wrote on April 16th, 2009 at 8:21 PM PST:

I’m sorry you couldn’t attend to the Madonna concert. :p

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Eugenia wrote on April 16th, 2009 at 9:29 PM PST:

Close, but no cigar. šŸ˜‰

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