Okay, enough Oprah. I'm going to channel Carl Jung now.
This is what I believe the dream is telling me:
I have not had a single crumb of bread in 5 months. And, of all the things I had to give up, bread hurts the most.
If you haven't picked it up from all my whimpering, I'm having a tough time with my diet these past few weeks. I'm following it strictly but the scale is not cooperating. Which, you see, is making me resent my sacrifices more than usual.
Zo... in my dream I am stuffing my face with bread (portuguese rolls actually) like I haven't eaten anything at all in 6 weeks. I don't even taste it, I'm just shovelling it in and tearing off the next bite before I even have time to swallow the first. After a few moments of this I realize that I am not enjoying the bread at all. It's stale. It is a moment of epiphany. I see how I have been eating all my life; eating to excess regardless of taste. Eating just for the sake of eating. Eating to distract me from some other need unrelated to hunger.
I dreamed of stale bread because bread has become a symbol to me. It's something I miss, but not something I need. When, in the dream, I realized what I had done I became distraught. I had blown it all for a moment's pleasure. If you can call stale bread a pleasure.
Thus, my subconscious mind told me to keep going despite the frustrations. The end result is worth it. Stale bread is not.
Sara
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