My dream mocked me. It asked me to question my life. It asked me how much I can take.
I'm unhappily married in my dream, just like my real life. I'm attending a school where I am a new student, assigned to one of the "smart people" classes, only I don't realize the school is divided into classes of smart kids and rich kids. I am not rich. The first day the bus ride home takes forever and my bus stop is the last one, even tho the bus passes close to my street but on the other side of the road.
The next day at school there is a contest for each class to build a village. Our smart class is so busy learning we don't really make any plans for the contest. When it is time to go home, all of a sudden in walks my husband holding hands with another guy. He is acting like its no big deal. Now, I realize, I know why he goes skiing all the time and won't take me with him. I knew he was lying all the time but I didn't want to deal. I am furious but don't want to make a scene. He wants to give me a ride home but I refuse. The whole time he talks to me he never lets go of this guys hand. I refuse to talk to him or meet his friend and he leaves. How much am I going to take from him before I leave?
Then I walk outside and see that the rich kid classes have built these awesome villages. They look like they were built by contractors, they look like beach houses, or expensive townhouse neighborhoods. I ask our teacher how we can ever compete with them and she just shrugs. I am full of anxiety at the prospect of not being able to build our village as we have no supplies and no money. What are we going to do, build a tent city?
Then we get on the bus and I try to convince the driver to let me off at a different bus stop so I can get home sooner. He doesn't want to let me off on the wrong side of the road, but I tell him I am not some little kid. End of dream.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
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