Dreams

So I´ve had some interesting dreams this week:

In one, I was still married, living in an apartment with the X and the Kid, and we were breaking up. However, the X had left me a bag of nice take-out food.  I looked inside and wanted to call him, so I did, but when he answered, he said "I´m busy," and hung up. (Classic)

In another, my father came to see me (even tho he´s dead). He kissed my cheek and asked how I was. I said I was fine, and marvelled at how thin he was.  Later, when I woke up, I wondered what if meant I´d dreamt about my dad, who I never dream of (and who I have mixed feelings about, even now).

In a third, I met the child of a co worker who´s recently gotten married--in the dream I held her son, Michael, who was an adorable 3 month old.

And then there were the travel dreams, which always mean emotional transition for me--lots of them, in imaginary New Yorks and San Franciscos and Brooklyns.