I awoke from a dream.
My mother and I had been visiting. I had been talking with her and fitting her with a dress for some special occasion. My daughter/granddaughter was asleep in the next room.
At some point my mother’s acute hearing turned to the bedroom and she quickly made her way to the door, opened it, and caught my daughter/granddaughter quietly playing on the floor, next to the nightlight.
My daughter ran across the bed, to the adjacent bathroom, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs because mom was going to whip her.
From my now vantage point, it was terrorizing! I wanted to intervene, but I was frozen in stillness.
After I woke up, I had to analyze the dream, and write it down because in an instant I became the clockmaker. The clockmaker god of my own Westworld.
We can love someone, yet not like them.
How is that possible?
Love is always unconditional if it’s truly love.
Liking someone, it seems to follow, is about Control.
In the case of my daughter, she had not went to sleep when my mother put her to bed. She disobeyed.
Mom’s need to control her led to a whipping which meant none of us would fall asleep naturally happy or at ease.
All my daughter had wanted was to listen to mom and I talk, and would have fallen asleep on the floor, not really hurting anything. However, my mom had a different expectation.
Thus, when my daughter didn’t adhere to my mother’s expectation, mom viewed it as disobedience and the thrashing ensued. Oh, my poor daughter! “Mom don’t”—I wanted to yell.
In the series, Westworld, Creator god makes each person with a bit of him in them, or in his image.
How are we making ourselves, and our children?