i was staying at a hotel in iraq. (reminded me of the dream where huge tidal waves were coming at us, knocking down all the hotels on the beach). i was walking along the street, which ran along the beach. all of a sudden, jets started blanketing the sky, filling it with smoke. it was terrifying. then i saw parachuters land. they ran toward us. "i am an american citizen!" i yelled. he told me i must go and get my passport and all of my things. so i ran to the hotel and took the elevator up. on the way i heard a man crying, that he was an iraqi and what was he going to do. i got all of my stuff, debated which pocket to put my passport in, and then ran down the stairs. the soldier met me and we all hustled away. (i started waking up toward the end of this dream)
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with dr riccio i was talking about ocs and what could be behind it. "a feeling of a loss of control," she said. "that's what makes you want to be in control all the time." that made so much sense. i feel like i'm always trying to get in control of things just beyond my control. even if that's not the reality.
