I had a really strange one. Touched on a lot of themes. Kinda just was like putting everything going on with me in a blender and mixing it all up. None of it was realistic within my life experience, but I would say one major theme was trying to be my mother's protector against evil and feeling inadequate. Another was fearing my own death. A lot of it was random external junk - in my dream, I was in a concentration camp and hiding to survive - this came straight from catching an episode of Rick Steve's Europe where he went to Krakow and Auschwitz, along with speaking the other day with a client, who told me his father was a survivor. The is the external irrelevant part of the dream. I'm not even Jewish, but that stuff always got to me. But for me, this terrible entity trying to enslave and kill me is certainly representative of dad. It touched on so much of how I feel about things now, which is blech.

I hate this - I turned off the alarm because I just couldn't face it for a few minutes. Now an hour and a half later I am late, I completely missed my opportunity to hit the pool, and I'm going to be in a bad mood and will probably end up venting a bunch of this to my poor PT who I abuse way beyond his job description by making him listen to this stuff during the workout. Good thing he's such a great guy and is willing to listen. I told him the "T" stood for both Trainer and Therapist - well, he costs almost as much an hour as my T does, so I'm getting my money's worth and then some.