The dream, this morning was simply about a skunk. I see a skunk and I for some strange reason I think it is a cat. I scoop it up in my arms and I pet it. Of course the skunk sprays me. However, I am so enchanted with the skunk I can not smell it's foul odour not in the slightest. I wake up.
Apparently, the symbolism of the skunk is one of repressed anger. I am wanting to distance myself from life or an irritating person. I am not wanting to reveal my true feelings in front of others. I am not wanting to expose my inner self with people. I want to keep them at bay.
The fact, I am smiling and petting this skunk is bizarre, it seems almost schizophrenic. The denial of my anger could be pathological. I must admit there are particular people and circumstances that are really causing me to feel extreme anger internally. I fool myself that I am civilized and I am not going to boil over or explode from the stress of it.
I need a release valve for my own good mental health. This weekend I am going to stay with a friend and his gentle loving dogs. More time away from irritating people the better.
A good meal and a peaceful rejuvenating night's sleep will do wonders for my soul. I should split wood with my friend that would be a wonderful way to productively vent all this rage I am not dealing with.
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