I admit – I am not a HNT person. It’s not that I don’t want to be one but I have a few things working against me: a wife who is not on board, a technological weakness when it comes to pics (I do the music, KA does the pics) and a home with children and a distinct lack of privacy.
After hearing Woe’s awesome creativity and having Cymber correctly note that I am in a form of hiding, it came to me – what can be a truer picture of me than a dream?
I am walking from our Den to the kitchen carrying two empty wine glasses. These are not fine crystal – Costco by the case goblets. As I walk into the kitchen I brush against the wall and the stems break off the glass.
The next morning was my session with the shrink. I of course tell him the dream and point out I don’t need Sigmund on this one. He asks for my interpretation. Easy – the glasses are KA and I and I am doing damage.
He points out that maybe the glasses are my straight and gay sides. I did not break the goblet portion – they could still be filled. I broke the stems which hold things up. Then, with a smile, he points out that I broke the only straight part of the glass.
Maybe not a photo, but I do feel a bit naked.