Last night I dreamed I was back at work for my former boss, who I "affectionately" refer to as that supremely evil, she-devil bitch! I have never fully recounted the terms on which we parted ways back in September 1997. One day, I shall. Until then, suffice to say, it was not an "amicable" separation.
Another fact I suppose I should share, since it does factor into the dream, is that I have been on the Atkins Diet for three weeks now. Three weeks without a slice of bread, a bite of potato, pasta, or rice, and not so much as a "taste" of sugar; i.e., no cookies, cake, ice cream, or pie. Actually, it hasn't been that bad. I have had no serious cravings, do not feel deprived, and do believe I have lost a few pounds. The thing is, I have to plan my meals and do some "actual" cooking. Oh, well. Life is full of trade offs.
Back to the dream. I was sitting at my desk in my former office when the she-devil bitch walks in and plumps down a plate containing a "huge" slice of cake. (I cannot be sure, but I believe it was Italian Cream Cake...one of my favorites.) So, here in a single dream I am faced with two of the "scourges" of my life...my former boss and FOOD!
Hmm? For once, a no-brainer; I don't need Freud to interpret this one.
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Sounds self-sacrificing...at first blush. Good ole' Uncle Jay puts it "all" in perspective.
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