Getting caught in the excitingness of being a parent can be deceiving. Aiding a kid in accessing a contraband book and climbing windows, is a perfect recipe for an anxiously insane dream about parenting failures.
Astounded by her inexplicable activities, Sweeney thinks that pondering upon how such a worthy member of the society was doing this, a person demands a full-fletched justification. Questions arise about her failure to go about the issue in the acceptable way to which she has only one answer: silence.
She secretly prides herself in the fact this wasn't the first time she helped a child wrongly borrow a book. It's definitely joyful too, she adds. Being an English major it wasn't difficult to decipher the moral allegories embedded in her actions.
The sandwich being representative of the hectic parenting and self-denial, and the rest of the dream indicating the need to let the child be his own helper all point towards one thing.
One's definitely crazy if he's having such irrational dreams. Her frequent and neurotic nightmares do not end here. Dreaming about ushering children towards a general store in order to exchange their pants, she again finds herself having a food, unfinished just like the sandwich. Oh, the allusion!
The dream shifts to a chilling one as one of the kids excitedly rushes towards the banister and despite the calls and yells to stop, continues on innocently. The next moment he is tumbling, and then falling, to an uncertain doom. The dream ends abruptly.
Linking it all to her helplessness and the immense desire to control her children, she recalls her initial parenting years while explaining her encounter on Eden Prairie News. Maybe the gradual enhancement at parenting is leading to somewhat less intense dreams.
Though she can't help question whether there are others out there experiencing this same insanity as her. But one thing's for sure: may these dreams stay only dreams.
