Grrrr. . .
Jun. 10th, 2006 06:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qosIt's Saturday morning after a very long, stressful week and a half.
I was up until past eleven last night hanging out with my daughter, since we hadn't seen each other all week.
Why am I wide awake at 6:40am?
(And have been for the past forty minutes?)
I'm doing some LJ and email, and then will head back to bed.
In the meantime, I had another "violating boundaries" dream -- but this time I was the violator. In a quiet, unintentional way.
I had been walking and evidently I had been so lost in thought that I had inadvertently crossed the border from the US into Canada. I looked up and suddenly realized that the road and landscape around me weren't familiar and there were red maple leaves everywhere.
The border station was behind me, so I turned around, hurried back, and went inside, hoping that they would let me cross back into my own country again, for I had no ID, no passport, and nothing like a good excuse.
But the woman who heard my story was sweet and compassionate, and helped me out. So did![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bookchick, who for some reason was working in their storeroom. Eventually they got me onto a tour bus (or car) that was heading back into the U.S.
Evidently some part of myself is a bit nervous about the potential newness in my life in one or more of several areas.
I was up until past eleven last night hanging out with my daughter, since we hadn't seen each other all week.
Why am I wide awake at 6:40am?
(And have been for the past forty minutes?)
I'm doing some LJ and email, and then will head back to bed.
In the meantime, I had another "violating boundaries" dream -- but this time I was the violator. In a quiet, unintentional way.
I had been walking and evidently I had been so lost in thought that I had inadvertently crossed the border from the US into Canada. I looked up and suddenly realized that the road and landscape around me weren't familiar and there were red maple leaves everywhere.
The border station was behind me, so I turned around, hurried back, and went inside, hoping that they would let me cross back into my own country again, for I had no ID, no passport, and nothing like a good excuse.
But the woman who heard my story was sweet and compassionate, and helped me out. So did
bookchick, who for some reason was working in their storeroom. Eventually they got me onto a tour bus (or car) that was heading back into the U.S.Evidently some part of myself is a bit nervous about the potential newness in my life in one or more of several areas.
