The Dream Exchange

In my dream. Last night.

(background about me--I'm a mental health professional who works with addicts daily. Alcohol addiction is the most common of all addictions.)

I opened my office door to let my patient in. Scores of family members began to walk in, in lines of two by two. I yelped to get their attention. "If you are his wife or daughters, you can stay, the rest need to stay outside." The crowd reversed itself. Approximately six women remained. But, no patient.

He was still in the hospital, detoxing from alcohol. I was to order a urine drug screen and talk with the patient about alcohol treatment. Via skype. On a cell phone the size of a T-81 calculator.

 

 

 

The patient appeared in the screen. Flanked by two more daughters. I asked him if he felt he had a problem with alcohol. Because being in a hospital bed, detoxing from alcohol, this is not enough evidence for some people that THEY HAVE A PROBLEM. Neither is 6 DUIs or having lost marriages, homes and custody of children. Denial is huge with addiction.

So is having an attitude.

Which my dream patient had in spades. He said, "there are lots of reasons my drug screen could have come up positive for alcohol." And the family grew restless with me. All manner of six women and two on the screen murmurred that I wasn't fixing him. That I wasn't taking care of it.

I gingerly threw the cell phone against the wall. It gently broke. The women left in a huff. I followed them and found many more family members in the waiting room. Children even. Enough family members and assorted children to fill a big yellow bus. All leaving in a huff.

 

 

During this dream I could have busted out my therapuetic communication techniques. I could have therapuetically aligned myself with all of them but I'm not going to. At least in the dream.

Anyone working with addicts knows it can wear you down. Especially if their pathology is locked in the family dynamic. Enablers help addicts stay sick. Families often look to mental health professionals to fix their addicted love one. They forget that the problem and the solution begin WITH THE ADDICT. And when we don't fix them they get on a bus, in a huff, and leave.

I'm very tired and in much need of a vacation. This is what this dream means. I don't see a vacation anytime soon though.

SO--i'll increase my time off. Increase my crossfit. Increase my yoga. Increase my bible study. And relax because I have 25 more years until I retire and will wait for awesome until then. And awesome does happen, it really does.

:)

Things I want to learn to do (or not)

Things I want to learn to do

in no certain order:

Sculpt wood

Kayak

Push ups

Hand glide

Blow Fire

SO-

Which one should I learn first?

and more importantly-

WHOSE WITH ME??!!

Number Nine: I have the most effed up dreams

Welcome back to getting to know Mrs. Hall. For the first eight in the installment, click here.

9. I have the most effed up dreams. I've written about them before.

Here are three from this past week. They are effed up indeed.

The Bill Gates dream: In this dream, I fell in love and wanted to marry Bill Gates. Let me state that during the day, I have absolutely no interest in that man. He is skinny and geeky. I have no attraction to this person as a man or a media figure. In fact, eww.

Yet there it was, me falling for him. I was really aware of it in my dream. I also aware of the gigantic pile of money he has. I was very careful to separate my feelings for him and the influencing affect that money has. I was careful to offer to sign a pre-nup to demonstrate how committed I was.

I can say that in this case, I was morally intact, even in the dream state.

The Pie Dream: I was in a residential neighborhood. There was a block party of sorts going on and each house was open for visitors. One house was a pet store filled with aquariums and exotic fish. They also sold snakes. This part of the dream makes sense. We recently bought our daughter a corn snake.

After leaving that house, I saw a group of ladies gathering in the front yard of the house next door. The women belonged to some sort of club and I knew I was not a member. They gathered around a circular picnic table that had many tastey pies on display. I hopped over the fence knowing full well what I was about to do.

I walked right up to the women and said I was with Karen. I said she was coming soon. This was a lie. I lied, looked everyone in the eye and scooped up two slices of pie, one cherry, one apple. They looked scrumptious!

As I was scooping people started questioning me. They didn't know any Karen. Then I said, noo! Not Karen, Susan. There was general confusion but I just didn't care. Those pies looked sooo goood!

Which really, this relates to something Mr. Hall said recently. Act like you know what you are doing, where you are going, walk with purpose and people won't bother you. People like security guards or bosses. So this is what I was doing in the dream-testing this out. And it got me some pie!

Unfortunately, my alarm went off before I tasted the pies. :( !!!!!

The ants in the jam dream: Mr. Hall and I were getting ready, back stage, for our debut on Saturday Night Live. I was putting on make up and he came to me with an open jar of jam. He was miffed because I had left it open in the living room. I am a messy person, this type of behavior from me is not unheard of. We kind of giggled about it. Then I took two spoonfuls of the tasty jam. It was blackberry, all dark and sticky stems and such.



Then I started brushing my teeth only I noticed some bits of blackberry on my toothbrush. Then I started noticing bits of blackberry coming out of my mouth. Then I realized it wasn't blackberries at all, but ants! Ants got all up in the jam jar when I left it out with the top off. I wasn't freaked out, but it was gross.

There's like six more hours of this dream but I'm done talking about it.


SO!!

WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED??

My dreams can be so vivid and take up a lot of energy. These dreams are exhausting and kind of piss me off. I can say this:

I.DO.NOT.WANT.THESE.MINI.MOVIES.THAT.MASQUERADE.AS.DREAMS.

I need to start taking control of my subconscious. Because all this vivid garbage is useless. I need start bossing my subconscious around, tell it to put some lovey dreams with Mr. Hall in the projector.

Yeah, that's what I'll do!

I'm in charge here! Not my subconscious!!!

RAWRR!!!

I want some dreams with naughty Mr. Hall time, then we go flying over beautiful mountains!!

GET ON IT SUBCONSCIOUS!!!

Figure this dream out, I dare you

Morning all!

All is right here at the House of Hall. We have lights again. Making oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins. And chewing over my dream.

See if you can shed light on the subject:

I had a dream we moved to Indiana. Apologies to Indiana folk and my cousin. But it was backwoods run down neighbor hood, cracked sidewalks, dusty Cadillacs under tarps I was suppose to sell, old house with cracked wood frames , religious bible belt culture, sloooww talking people and i was seeing patients in an old hospital. bad patient interaction too. scary creepy bad. what does it mean? anyone?

:)

good luck!

The Dream Exchange

Every morning at breakfast, the wee Pancake and I exchange dreams.

This morning I said, "I dreamt that Daddy was in a dress and he was talking in a church". Because I did indeed have a dream that he was cross dressing and speaking at a church. He was still manly though, tough even. But it was disturbing to me while I was dreaming. Because I was being forced to hold it in, forced to change what I felt and understood to be our marriage. All so I could accept his newly exposed personal yearnings.

The yearning to wear women's clothes that is.

Which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't that bad. I mean, it's not like he was becoming an alcoholic or sleeping with the pool boy. I mean we don't have a pool.


Yet.
(author snickers mischievously)

Then Mr. Hall says, "Well, did I look good at least?" And I said, yes, you looked quite manly, like Patrick Swayze in "To Wong Foo." He had no idea what I was talking about.

Then Pancake piped up and said, "I dreamed we found a treasure and there was real gold and treasure and candy and ice cream."



I think she got the better dream last night.

But, if all goes well, wait till she hears about the pool. ;)

Take care ya'll!

Weird dream caused by other blogger's post about naked Parisian models

I had a very weird dream that was caused by Earl's post on naked women from Paris. Naked Parisian models who walk down the street no less! On video no less!

Go on, go see for yourself :) (click here for nekkid Parisian models walking)

This is the second dream that has been caused by an Earl post.

Here's the dream:

I was traveling with the show "America's next top model". I was one of the crew members versus a contestant.

Jerry Hall was there, sitting in a hotel meeting room. She was eating pancakes at a long banquet table. There was a white polyester table cloth that draped to the floor. It had pleats.

This is Jerry Hall and her long blond hair. She appears to be enjoying the blue couch, no?

She had taken off her hat and placed it to the side of her plate. This revealed something very interesting about Ms. Hall. See all that long blond hair up there, the hair she is famous for? Turns out, it's just a wig attached to the inside of her hat. She was bald, with small baby fine whispers of hair. Her hat? I believe the hat was a pill box hat. Hmm . . yes, most definitely, a dark pill box hat.

That hat above is a variation of a the 'pill box' hat. A traditional pill box hat is a style that was made famous by Jackie Kennedy.

But, this photo, much more fun than a Jackie Kennedy photo, yes? tee hee :)

There was an irritating director or producer in the room. I couldn't see him but he was making fun of Jerry Hall, calling her out for being neglectful Mom. He did this in a sing song type way. Again, irritating. Jerry Hall looked up, but not at the man or me, just straight ahead, with a blank expression. And with no emotion, she got up, flipped her plate, (pancakes and all), onto the table. Then, she poured all the syrup over the mess. The syrup was honey colored. It was a sugar free or lite syrup. She was throwing a snit fit, but in very slow and surgical manner.

I went over and helped her dump out the last of the syrup. We went upstairs. On the way up, I told a person at the front desk that we (the show) would help cover any cost her snit fit caused.

THEN

Much later in the dream I was seated on a carpeted floor in another meeting room. We all sat 'Indian style' or what it is called nowadays at my daughter's school- 'criss cross applesauce'. There were about 30-40 of us (some girls from the show, some crew) all sitting in bunch. We were watching the models on a slightly raised platform, doing some sort of competition. Unsure if they were nekkid. Or from Paris.

THEN IT GETS WEIRD.

I was sitting next to Brian Williams. YES- Brian Williams of some nightly television news show. I was talking to him very quietly (so I wouldn't interrupt the competition.) And then

then

well, I was very um, well, and then

I hauled off and kissed him. It was a very passionate kiss.

This man in no way, shape or form, gets my motor running. At least my conscious motor. Apparently, my subconscious motor is all over that sweet hunk o man!

and then well, more kissing but not much besides kissing. I really did enjoy the kissing btw and then I woke up.

SO WTF?

Jerry Hall and Brian Williams? Who? What? I don't watch the evening news and have no interest in Jerry Hall, who is an older model, not of my generation. No idea who these people are or what they even might represent.

So, what do you think? Give it some time if you want. Meanwhile, enjoy this photo.

Because hells yeah, this photo is effing awesome.

And guess who the man sitting next to the hot babe on the right is. (no, it's not Mr. Hall)

No cheating YE FRIENDS OF THE FACEBOOK!

Have a good weekend :)

The lighting in front of the fireplace absolutely blew monkey butt, but I did the best I could to lighten it up for all to enjoy. :)