the choices in grocery bags

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I was presented with three grocery bags containing different problems. The one that got me excited was the one with my relatives in it. I kept saying I could fix that! But I kept being shown that I could not fix that, and instructed to try looking in the other bags. I know I did this, momentarily, but kept getting all emphatic about fixing contents of the relative bag. I know that I absolutely did get it through my dreaming head that I could not fix that during the course of this dream, but I have no memory of what was in the other two bags and am only left vexed by how emphatic I was about something as asinine as my having the ability to fix the world... that there was something I could do to fix it.

Then I was having the hots in a very serious sort of way for a guy suspiciously similar to Robert Downey, Jr. in that movie last night. He was just a bit younger than I am and married to a fabulously wealthy woman almost a hundred years old. They lived in a strange module, on the edge of a large section of tightly packed living modules that were all the same size and shape, but each differently appointed. I'd been wandering around there when this intense case of sexual love befell me. Then he and his wife and I were at dinner at a fancy restaurant. She and I adjourned to the women's room together, and she was speaking to me quite frankly about this thing between her husband and myself, and I was as frank with her about the puzzlement of it, about how the attention from someone like him was like water in the ocean in my youth, but that I was floored to find it at this age. Then, oddly, because we were in the bathroom after all, I had to sneak away to go to their module to defecate and urinate. I was planning on digging a hole in their yard for this if I couldn't break in to use their toilet, but their neighbors were out with their yipping little dog when I arrived, which prevented use of their yard or breaking in. Luckily, though, their front door was locked and their side door wide open.

Then, of course, I woke up. I woke up in a bad way, wanting that man.

Any time there are relatives in my dream it is about karma, about samsara, the walking around world. Bathrooms, bodily elimination, are always about shedding bad habits. Usually the very old are ancient wisdom, and they're always Asian until this old woman this morning... and so I have to think about her more. I was startled by her detached and genuine kindness, given the situation, and usually I only go ass over tea kettle for a man if he is the teaching, and there is usually more to go on in the way of context. So I have to think about this more.

But I also have to finish watching The Corporation... and so do you.