I Should Have Known Better...
Evansville, IN
Yeah, so it's been awhile. My brain has been kinda numb lately. That and four days at home with no internet has allowed me to recharge a bit.
Let's see, an update. Not much to report. The biggest news by far is I FINALLY, after over a year, got my truck fixed. Sort of. It runs okay but it won't be quite right unless it gets a new engine. I blew two head gaskets and there was valve damage resulting in a rough, choppy idle. More of a nuisance really. But I have it back and I was able to go see some people while I was home. I met Mike and Erin and "The Little Man" in Lexington for dinner one night. It was a lot of fun if altogether too brief. I also had lunch with my old friend Joy. It was good to see her. She's going through a bit of a rough patch right now and I hope she pulls through okay. I have every confidence that she will.
I also had my first voice lesson with Dr. Wolf in over a year. It was, shall we say, productive. We are both mas excited and began making plans for the coming year. More details as they come along.
I had a very bizarre dream this morning. I can only remember from a certain point and at that point, it is the middle of the night and I am fleeing a hotel on a bicycle. But, as is often the case when I dream I'm running away from some nameless, faceless entity, there is something holding me up. I'm just about to pedal onto the freeway when I remember I have left most of my stuff in the room. I head back and meet Stephanie, Scotty and Random Person coming out of the hotel parking lot in that red Jeep Steph drove years ago. It would appear that Steph is my significant other in some fashion or another. It is also clear that they are hell bent on ditching me for some reason. I stop them at the last second. I need to look in the back of the Jeep to see if any of my stuff is in there. I find a pair of women's jeans in a cardboard box. I find a Crown Royal bag with what sounds like a handful of coins. I find a backpack that belongs to me and I grab it. Nothing else is mine so I shut the door and Steph peels out of the driveway (Steph peels out??? )
Anyway, I proceed to the motel office to see if I can get back into the room. This is problematic at best. The office doesn't resemble a hotel office so much as a DMV office in a large urban area. There are literally about 15 to 20 employees running around behind the desk. I step up to a window to be greeted by a short, dumpy Polynesian looking woman in a seagreen dress who speaks barely comprehensible English. When she speaks to her co-workers, it is in a language consisting of chirps, clicks and whistles. I give her my name and ask if she can look up my room number as I have forgotten it. She types my name in. Her hands are scaly and have only two digits. An opposable thumb and a triangular shaped thing tapering to a blunt point from the knuckle, like something out of a Dr. Suess book. My name doesn't show up. I'm starting to panic. I need to get in that room.
I move to another window to find an attractive blonde with a black turtleneck who speaks perfect English, thank God. She tries my name in the computer. Nothing. I look at her. She now has no eyes or nose. Just a solid wall of unmarred flesh from the mouth up. The collar of her turtleneck is now around the crown of her head like a bandanna. I give her Steph's name. Nothing. Now the collar is back where it should be, but pulled up over where here eyes have reappeared and are visible through the collar. I'm getting frantic. I have to get in the damn room. People are beginning to stare. There are hotel employees all around and can't they just let me in the fucking room? It's 807. Or is it 806. I can't remember. I have to get in that room! Then I woke up...
I'll never eat Taco Bell before retiring again...
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet As You Go.
Yeah, so it's been awhile. My brain has been kinda numb lately. That and four days at home with no internet has allowed me to recharge a bit.
Let's see, an update. Not much to report. The biggest news by far is I FINALLY, after over a year, got my truck fixed. Sort of. It runs okay but it won't be quite right unless it gets a new engine. I blew two head gaskets and there was valve damage resulting in a rough, choppy idle. More of a nuisance really. But I have it back and I was able to go see some people while I was home. I met Mike and Erin and "The Little Man" in Lexington for dinner one night. It was a lot of fun if altogether too brief. I also had lunch with my old friend Joy. It was good to see her. She's going through a bit of a rough patch right now and I hope she pulls through okay. I have every confidence that she will.
I also had my first voice lesson with Dr. Wolf in over a year. It was, shall we say, productive. We are both mas excited and began making plans for the coming year. More details as they come along.
I had a very bizarre dream this morning. I can only remember from a certain point and at that point, it is the middle of the night and I am fleeing a hotel on a bicycle. But, as is often the case when I dream I'm running away from some nameless, faceless entity, there is something holding me up. I'm just about to pedal onto the freeway when I remember I have left most of my stuff in the room. I head back and meet Stephanie, Scotty and Random Person coming out of the hotel parking lot in that red Jeep Steph drove years ago. It would appear that Steph is my significant other in some fashion or another. It is also clear that they are hell bent on ditching me for some reason. I stop them at the last second. I need to look in the back of the Jeep to see if any of my stuff is in there. I find a pair of women's jeans in a cardboard box. I find a Crown Royal bag with what sounds like a handful of coins. I find a backpack that belongs to me and I grab it. Nothing else is mine so I shut the door and Steph peels out of the driveway (Steph peels out??? )
Anyway, I proceed to the motel office to see if I can get back into the room. This is problematic at best. The office doesn't resemble a hotel office so much as a DMV office in a large urban area. There are literally about 15 to 20 employees running around behind the desk. I step up to a window to be greeted by a short, dumpy Polynesian looking woman in a seagreen dress who speaks barely comprehensible English. When she speaks to her co-workers, it is in a language consisting of chirps, clicks and whistles. I give her my name and ask if she can look up my room number as I have forgotten it. She types my name in. Her hands are scaly and have only two digits. An opposable thumb and a triangular shaped thing tapering to a blunt point from the knuckle, like something out of a Dr. Suess book. My name doesn't show up. I'm starting to panic. I need to get in that room.
I move to another window to find an attractive blonde with a black turtleneck who speaks perfect English, thank God. She tries my name in the computer. Nothing. I look at her. She now has no eyes or nose. Just a solid wall of unmarred flesh from the mouth up. The collar of her turtleneck is now around the crown of her head like a bandanna. I give her Steph's name. Nothing. Now the collar is back where it should be, but pulled up over where here eyes have reappeared and are visible through the collar. I'm getting frantic. I have to get in the damn room. People are beginning to stare. There are hotel employees all around and can't they just let me in the fucking room? It's 807. Or is it 806. I can't remember. I have to get in that room! Then I woke up...
I'll never eat Taco Bell before retiring again...
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet As You Go.
posted by twistedyoda | 4/23/2006 09:21:00 PM
1 Comments:
Shit, dude. You have some tremulous dreams. I've gotten pretty good at dream analysis over the last few years. I always can peg my own and usually others' if I know them well enough. It's not so much about figuring out any messages in the dream as it is learning the point of the structure. There are certain things that are almost always the same (in our culture, anyway). For example...
Buildings are almost always representations of your life or mind. Your circumstances. I end up in hotels a lot, or convention centers. Erin has a particular house that recurrs.
Everyone in your dream is you. Everyone. Your mind uses characters you recognize to represent different aspects of your personality or thoughts. Because there is something about you that is like them. If they do something inconsistent with your acquaintance's usual behavior (Steph peeling out) it could be showing you an inconsistency in yourself. Or it could just be that the character representation is not completely holding up under close scrutiny. Dreams don't have to hold up under scrutiny.
Dreams are simply clearing-house sessions for your subconscious. It's a dump session. Sometimes it is organized enough for you, but other times the syntax feels very stream-of-consciousness. Just remember that it is YOUR consciousness stream. All dreams are good. I hate to hear parents call their kid's disturbing dreams "bad dreams". Boo. Dreams serve a purpose. That dream time (REM) is critical to your waking peace of mind. Sleep researchers have experimented with awakening sleepers when they go into REM, but otherwise give them plenty of sleep. The total hours slept is still good (8 hours), but they jut don't let them dream. Within a few days at most, such subjects almost always end up with horrid motor skill control. They slur speech and stumble. All because their dream time was stolen from them.
Get fascinated about your dreams. Ask yourself, what the hell was that about? Your brain threw it out there. It could be a message, or it could be nothing but a bunch of seemingly-unconnected bits during the brain's nightly fridge raid.
Fun stuff.
My first guess at all this is that it is connected to your recent accomplishments/milestones in getting your life back together. You've seen friends. You've started looking forward in color now. Expect more dreams as you wake up this long-dormant part of yourself.
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