I hate it when you have a dream in which you get angry or depressed or frustrated and then wake up only to have that emotion spill over into your morning, hanging around and coloring your day. Last week I had a dream in which I was back in school, had a test coming up, and not only hadn't studied, but as far as I knew had never been to class or even had a textbook. For the entire morning I walked around feeling like there were things I needed to be doing, but of course I didn't know what they were. Last night, I was mad at somebody in my dream. I can't remember what they did, but I was feeling mighty offended and betrayed. It was fortunate that when I awoke the family had pretty much scattered and were off doing whatever they had to do. I didn't have to deal with anybody while I was still smoldering over the stupid dream.
I don't know why the mind teases you like that. Life has enough distractions of its own. There is no need to add the clutter of extraneous, completely bogus emotions.
I got a cup of coffee and went outside to sit by the pond. It took a while, but I was able to lose myself in the rain drops on the pond, and the seeming serenity of the fish drained away the irritation.
Tonight, I want to dream that I am happy and content. That would be nice to wake up to.
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