Divorce Dream, Plumbing
Feb. 8th, 2012 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cremainsI dreamt that the alarm failed to go off and I was late for yeshivah, in fact I had all but missed morning sedher. I started yelling at H. since he had promised to put on the alarm for me and had apparently tricked me. He acted like it was no big deal so I told him I would divorce him, not that I really wanted to in the dream but rather I wanted to hurt him. To my shock, he also shrugged to this and said "So what if you want, the Beith Din doesn't even meet until Thursday."
Realising that he didn't love me anymore made me want revenge. "I'll write you a get right now," I fumed, and stormed to the desk to take out some ink and a quill. "Haha, like you could write a kosher get," he said. "YES I CAN" I shouted at him, but to my horror, the ink kept blobbing and ruining every single word that I wrote.
Accuracy rating: one star. We're very close and not fighting. The one star is for my subconscious recognising that I would be the one to write H. a get and not vice versa, due to how we did our wedding.
Meanwhile in real life, I had an interview at a pretty seriously filthy gan (kindergarten). It would be just three hours a day for no good money, but something. Not sure if I'll take it. Then I went to learn about how to open and close tefilin for the purposes of checking them, and all the steps that involves. While waiting for the scribe to see me, I wandered around the neighbourhood and sat down on a park bench, beside which there was an amazing graffiti stencil of Tel Avivi drag king Cornelius Crocadildo wearing a top hat. I guess that was the good part of my day.
It's been suggested I go through the yellow pages and find a plumber who will take an apprentice. I'm thinking about it.
Realising that he didn't love me anymore made me want revenge. "I'll write you a get right now," I fumed, and stormed to the desk to take out some ink and a quill. "Haha, like you could write a kosher get," he said. "YES I CAN" I shouted at him, but to my horror, the ink kept blobbing and ruining every single word that I wrote.
Accuracy rating: one star. We're very close and not fighting. The one star is for my subconscious recognising that I would be the one to write H. a get and not vice versa, due to how we did our wedding.
Meanwhile in real life, I had an interview at a pretty seriously filthy gan (kindergarten). It would be just three hours a day for no good money, but something. Not sure if I'll take it. Then I went to learn about how to open and close tefilin for the purposes of checking them, and all the steps that involves. While waiting for the scribe to see me, I wandered around the neighbourhood and sat down on a park bench, beside which there was an amazing graffiti stencil of Tel Avivi drag king Cornelius Crocadildo wearing a top hat. I guess that was the good part of my day.
It's been suggested I go through the yellow pages and find a plumber who will take an apprentice. I'm thinking about it.
