MOPING, MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS
The more I mope, the more I continue to mope. The more I continue to mope, the more I mope. To stop moping, all I need do is DO something. But I sabotage myself and do nothing but mope. Moping makes me sleepy. I can fall asleep, and avoid facing the things I am choosing to mope about . . .
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .
I dreamt I was in a bar and asked a woman out by asking her, “Do you swim?” She never answered me, but I knew that I could swim because I had asked her whether she could swim. (Dream logic?)
The bar vanished. I was in a lake near a mountain managing to keep my head above water. The mountain looked down on me and said, “Go back to your waking life and mope.” And then I woke up.
I don’t care how big the mountain is, I don’t like mountains telling me what to do. I don’t like anyone telling me what to do. Whenever anyone or anything tells me what to do, I don’t do it. So there!
I could not help waking up, and so I did part of what the mountain told me to do. But I won’t mope because the mountain told me to do so. The things I was moping about have not gone away, but I know I will be okay no matter what. (More dream logic?)