…This was one of my most unusual dreams ever. I dreamed I was pickling people, as in I was doing some home canning. I pickled two of D’s lovers. (This dream took place after I found out about S and broke it off with D.) One (containing S) was in a small jar, and a much larger jar (with T in it) was set up high on the top shelf.
I had real ambivalent feelings about the picklings. The smaller jar seemed less of a problem. When I looked up at the larger jar, the person opened her eyes widely, and had such a force in them that was completely startling! (The eyes were those of a transexual man I knew as a teenager. T is a transgendered person whom D. had been seeing for over a year. The connection is clear.)
I felt horrible. I said to myself, “I am a murderer. I DESERVE to go to jail.”
This dream was a tough one to shake off in the morning. I decided not to pursue my retribution against D.
