Daily Archive for February 25th, 2008

Dreams of Doubt and Rejection

I Don’t Believe You

I talked to a friend on the phone about a conversation I had with another person. The first friend said that she gave me some paints but I told her she didn’t. That I’d remember if someone gave me a gift of oil paints. I’d still have them, especially if they gave them to me when I first moved into this house. The friend insisted she gave them to me. I told her she didn’t. That part really happened and I was discussing it with the friend on the phone in the dream. The friend in the dream said she thought I really had them and that I lied about it. I asked her why I’d lie about such a thing. She said because I stole them. I told her I didn’t. She said she didn’t believe me. She said maybe one of my alters took it. I told her we don’t steal. She said maybe I didn’t know the alter took it. Continue reading ‘Dreams of Doubt and Rejection’

Commentary on Doubt and Rejection Dream

Commentary

When I woke up my immediate reaction was to go ask Barney if I give him too little gas money and if he feels used by me. Then it hit me, I know him well enough to know he does not feel that way about me. He does not feel used by me. I didn’t go running out there to ask him anything. I also know the friend in the dream well enough to understand she wouldn’t call me a liar and a thief. I think the thing with Barney is that in recent month’s he’s put himself in such a fatherly position. He’s been beyond kind and thoughtful, he’s also been really clean in the kitchen. This sometimes worries me. It makes me wonder when he’ll ask for sex.

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Art Therapy – Changing Memories

The Brighter Side

The tag line that goes with this piece called The Brighter Side is: With a little more sun and a few more flowers she may just very well follow her path to the brighter side.

One of the things I like so much about art therapy is that I can take a memory that’s not pleasant and make it into something else. When I re-write my dreams to come out as the victor instead of the victim it gives me a bit of power over them. When I paint the scribbles I do in my art journal I go from a piece that makes me sad to a brand new, separate nice feeling image. It helps a lot to see this little girl go from what she was to where she is now. For me this little one in “The Brighter Side” looks more like a little girl with a cold, maybe she’s down or something and trudging her little path but I don’t look at her with sadness. I look at her and go, awwww in a cute kinda way.

I may not be able to change all of my memories or art therapy pieces into an “awww” type painting but I can some of them. This is a good thing. Continue reading ‘Art Therapy – Changing Memories’