Sunday, October 25, 2009
I sense my nakedness but don't have the will or the ability to change it. I have a sense of shame coupled with serious questions of self esteem. Most of the people don't seem terribly concerned. I get angry and throw a particularly patronizing twenty something out of my booth. He turns out to be a very important buyer from New York whom I have alienated. It is my turn to lose.
The dream shifts and I now am driving a car on a high mountain ridge with my brother and father. Through snow and deep ravines. I only remember bits and pieces.
If any of you catch me in my near naked state, either find me a shrink or throw me a pair of skivvies, will you?