I've gotten a ton of requests for bright yellow lattice work designs. I guess there just aren't many to choose from out there. So, finally, I sat down the other day and tried to make a variety of them, some with other color options.
Working 3 jobs is tearing me apart. I need to sit down this weekend and write my business plan. I want a better life for myself. And, I know I should't complain about working too much when most people in this country would kill to have a job and I have 3, not counting all of the design work I do. But, I'm sick of living in my dreams. I know I have the drive and strength to start my own business, it's just the money and logistics that keep me down. Time to change that.
And the dreams continue. Last night I was in a house of murder and gore. I think I've been watching too much Spartacus: Blood and Sand & Gods of the Arena. With the slaughter and torture all around me I walked with confidence. I did not like what I was seeing, I felt bad for those being hurt and killed, but I did not worry about my own safety. I knew I could protect myself, no matter what.
They both involved me facing large harsh powerful waves.
In the first dream I was in a home that had huge waves crashing inside it. I needed to climb a set of stairs in order to get to the front of the house, where I wanted to be. But, the two story tall waves kept slamming me and shoving me back every time. This sounds like a stressful dream, but I was totally ok. I knew that if I braced myself a certain way, I would be fine. I knew the waves would keep crashing and that if I kept trying I would make it. And I did.
The next dream I was in my mom's house which was far too close to the ocean which was being hit by a storm. The water was rising closer and closer to the house to the point where waves were slamming into the side of the house. I could see them disintegrating the outside wall. Did I freak out? No. I walked down the street and found a piece of property close to the water but, far from being in danger, then had the house safely moved.
So, not the most exciting dreams, but I love that I didn't freak out. Choppy waves apparently are a symbol of emotional turmoil. I'm thankful that amongst that chaos I was to able keep my cool. I wasn't even close to losing it. Pride.