I am in a bus. The driver is a man and quiet. It is night and I can’t see much besides road. I am standing by him.
“You have strong emotions.” he says.
“I am so glad that I can be myself with you and not hide them.” I lean my cheek against the back of his right shoulder. He doesn’t answer but what I feel is acceptance.
I wake up. It was a bus but I don’t know what or who else was on it. I don’t know where it is going. I am worried that I did not have a seatbelt on and I am just standing in the front of the bus. Unrestrained. Unrestrained emotion?
Once a woman says to me, “Your emotions are too strong.”
I think, “My emotions are too strong for YOU. They are normal for ME.” I avoided any discussion of emotion with that person for two years.
The people in dreams are aspects of ourselves. The quiet man is an aspect of myself and he is driving the bus. Emotion riots around but is not driving. Life is rather like that bus. We don’t always know where we are going or what is next.
I have had a very medical January, working to help three other people. I talk to another friend yesterday. She says, “You are being called back to medicine.”
I frown at the ceiling since I am on the cell phone. “I guess so. I am thinking about how I want to do it. I don’t know yet.”
She is off on a trip for three weeks. “You’ll figure it out.”
And where will the bus take me next?
I wish I had an ambulance that unfolds into a clinic.
I had rather a grand time pulling out action figures and dolls from the basement to set up scenarios with the Barbie Ambulance. Here the baby has a facial rash. Probably 5th disease, parvovirus. This baby’s rash resolves when you wash her face with cold water. I am pleased that Barbie Doctor has a mask.