The Dream Thread

[I Love Cunt]

Post your dreams here, and I will interpret them for you. Or if others feel so inclined to interpret them...they may do so

 

[Gonad]

I'll consider digging up some old dreams some time. In the meantime here's one from recently:

 

[Gonad]

I had a frustrating dream last night. Not a horrible dream that leaves me in a panic when I wake up; just frustrating. I am frustrated right now that I must write carefully, since I feel the need to be more reserved in a blog than I would in a little blue book where nobody else would read it. So much for an outlet, but this will do for the moment.

In my dream I was in school. Not high school, which is a shame because my high school dreams tend to be terribly interesting. [Aside: Is this reading in a particularly dry tone? That's how I feel while typing in a blog, as opposed to a little blue book where I can bask in the glow of my very own melodrama.] I was in another weekend seminar class. Boring. Some of the classmates were people I knew, but I don't remember any now. I get home, and convince Tim to hang out at a party of people-from-work with me. I remember several people from work are there; particularly Max and Erin and Shawn, who will appear later. Tim has a surprisingly good time, and we leave as the party is winding down.

I then leave on a week-long vacation which my brain was merciful enough to skip; when I returned I discover over the course of a day and a night that Tim had hung out with these same people from work quite a bit while I was gone and loved every minute of it. He didn't seem to understand why I was frustrated. (Particularly for reasons that have nothing to do with Tim and which I will not divulge here.) I was jealous as well as frustrated, jealous because I like to hang out with groups of friendly intelligent diverse people like Max and Erin and Shawn and others but it is still something that takes a lot out of me and I have to spend time beforehand summoning up the energy to actively feel comfortable. Jealous for other reasons that really have very little to do with the common tenats of jealousy and which I will once again not reveal.

Jim, I don't associate you with work in my subconcious and that is why you aren't there. There were others whose absence I am now surprised to realize; like Esther and Jessica and Leslie and Vangie. Derek and Leah might have been in the background somewhere. Max and Erin were there probably because I just added Max to my friends last night, and viewed Erin's profile. I think Shawn was some kind of anomaly. (Boy that sounds funny. To clarify, I think Shawn's *presence in my dream* was some kind of anomaly.)

In the meantime my dream had some little subplots going, like me cutting Riddlebox (ICP reference) out of one of Tim's shirts and giving it to him as a present. He was unaware it came from one of his now unwearable shirts, and was very happy and promptly pinned it to something. (I don't remember what, maybe his backpack?) I was going to try to hide the missing riddlebox by sewing the shirt together at the cut ends and telling him it was always like that. There was also a computer and some sort of outdoor camping supply in a closet by the front door, and they kept splitting apart and being otherwise generally unworkable. I called some computer repair experts in and apparantly that part of my closet had a rip in the fabric of time/space/dimension, and anything I put right there would face similar malfunctions. HELLLOOOOO, Star Trek!

So, Tim is going to some sort of cooking party held by Erin at her and Max's new apartment. I don't know if this is true in real life, but for the duration of my dream Erin is a prolific and universally applauded cook (within the world of her friends and coworkers, anyway). I insist that I get to go too, and we make the journey to the new apartment. This section of the dream was also particularly frustrating, but I really don't remember much of it at all. We get there, and go in. The apartment is large and full (but not jam-packed) with guests. Erin is in the middle of taking some sort of scrumptious strawberry-shortcake-banana-split concoction out of the oven and Max is in the other room on one of the couches trying to figure out what movie everyone wants to watch on the big screen tv.

I would like to add at this point that their apartment was on the bottom floor of a three or four floor complex, yet had vaulted ceilings. Just something I realized while typing.

So Tim and I get into the living room and of course there are several people he doesn't like present. I see them, and I turn around and Tim has hastily turned for the door without a word of greeting to anyone. I am a little happy because my assumption that he doesn't want to hang out with these people anymore has rectified my jealousy; but also a little irritated because here I was hoping to hang out and now I have to leave(something to do with transportation depending on Tim). I turn around to follow Tim, only to find out he was not in fact heading for the door, but making a bee-line for the kitchen! So now I'm relieved that I get to stay and hang out, but I'm also a little irritated because I thought Tim hated these people and as it turns out, he became best buddies with all of them in the week while I was gone! It's like learning that down is really up. Frustrating again because when I ask him about it privately, he looks at me like I'm crazy and says "These are my friends!" Then Erin brings out more dishes, and my dream switches to one of my food dreams.

Now why did I just write it out and by doing so, choose to relive it? Because the apartment looked cool, and the food was great! Erin, I hope you cater in all of my dreams from now on!

 

[Gonad]

Here's one from when I was thirteen:

Once I had a dream that Jack Nicholsen was trying to kill me with a double barrel shotgun. I hadn't seen any movies with him in them, just knew who he was, so it wasn't a The Shining moment or anything. He chased me around and I ran into an old house where all my friends were and there was a glass case with dishes in it and Jack Nicholsen was trying to get in and I was throwing the dishes at him to keep him out but as soon as the dishes left my hand they would fall straight down! So I started handing the dishes to my friends for them to throw at him, and it worked quite well and eventually he went away.

Then a little bit later a boy about eight years old came into the room and he was holding a baby and I knew the boy was the devil and I had to kill him to get rid of him. So I got a steak knife from the cabinet and started trying to stab him right in the center of his chest, but the knife wouldn't stab at all, it was like he had an invisible steel shell or something, and then the knife finally glanced off his chest and sort of slid into his neck. I killed him, and I could *feel* the blood on my hands, and I looked down at my hands, and at the blood, and I turned my hands over and I could see all of the blood, and then I woke up and I could still feel the blood on my hands and I could trace the outline of where the blood was in my dreams for years after that.

Now, I can still sort of remember where some of the blood was, but it was a long time ago.

 

[Gonad]

I used to have a lot of dreams where bad men were chasing me, and chasing me and chasing me, and I finally after a few years of these dreams started to realize in the dream the futility of running, and once I got a little lucid I would stop and turn around and confront the antagonist, albeit meekly.

These dreams went away once I started facing responsibility in real life.