Throwing Chair at my Child, Could not be Denied

Saturday November 30, 2019.

Throwing chair at my son (not Alex)

I am in a house with others. I am angry and frustrated. There is a child, likely my son, that is crouching in a corner of the room. I do not recognized him in waking life. He is bald but is still smaller than an adult. I pick up a wooden chair. I examine the legs and then throw it at him. The legs come apart. I wake in horror, sadness and disgust.


Sundas December 1, 2019.

The man who could not be denied

I am standing in front of a massive ornate wall, a castle or a church. I am inside a thick black leather construction, not clothes, just a container. It is very stiff and has smooth metal studs at the end of evenly spaced little cones that cover the container that surrounds me. There is no articulation for arms or head, but I am standing.

There is no movement or activity. My mere presence demands a res ponce, allowing me to enter the castle. I wake rejoicing and happy.

Notes: There was an earlier third dream I failed to write down, about being very negative about my state of affairs, especially emotionally. Saturday evening I yelled at Cindy because she criticized my driving/parking. We talking briefly Sunday...her perception is that I am no better at blowing up than I have ever been. I am thinking the child was possibly me, no my son.

What do the dreams want? Learn to let anger go. I have a secret that will free me.