Sometimes I wish I could just avoid dreaming. Last night I went to be early, thinking I'd wake up super refreshed and have hours and hours to get stuff done before I have to go into work this afternoon. Well apparently my subconcious had other ideas, because I was dreaming fervently all night long. When Russell's alarm clock went off, I hit snooze and went back to the dreaming. 3 times. When he got up, I got up to use the ladies room and promptly went back to my dreams. When he left for work I mumbled goodbye and collapsed back into bed. The dogs whined in protest, but still I dreamed on. Finally, at 10am, I forced myself up and out of the man-eating, dream inducing comfort of a big empty bed. 12 hours, I think?
What were these dreams about? I can't really say. Not that they are super secret or anything...just that it's all a foggy blur of odd snippets. Superhero-lasering giant "prison boxes" off the walls and ceiling of some hangar type place, releasing other super heroes and the odd bad guy or two. Finding some tiny glowing treasure chest filled with gelatinous goo. Showing that treasure to Angelina Jolie (she was one of the super-heroes I rescued, you see), and having her gasp in horror and throw it back to me, shrieking "Why are you showing that to me? I don't want it! Hide it!" I still don't know what it was.
In another part of the dream, Bucket was a shape-shifting hound, and apparently when he is disguised as a Daschund, he can't perform the "stand" stunt quite as well. Although it was much easier for him to become entangled in my knitting (which I don't do).
There are more and more odd snippets to all this, and for some reason I wanted to continue watching this bizaare montage more than I wanted to get up and face the day. It's gloomy and cloudy, after all. And I have to work tonight, closing with just 3 other people.
And it puts me one day closer to 36.
3 comments:
Sometime between 1970 and today, Walter Becker (the guitar half of Steely Dan) said, in reference to a long period of drug-induced inactivity, that the creative mind seeks relief from stress through unconsciousness. I think Freud could not have said it better, but might have been able to add that dreams are where we go to work out those stresses, particularly the ambivalence we feel in relation to them.
So when you dream, and keep dreaming, it's because you want time and or space to work things aout. Your mind is actively working on things even when you cannot devote waking time to it.
Eventually Becker came round, resumed his musical career, and was able to make that statement. And you got out of bed. The day probably feels somewhat more settled as a result.
Novidavid, couldn't have said that eloquently myself. I totally agree.
After thinking about it for a while, I was reminded of another moon watcher's blog where the author was having dreams. This is the dream interpretation site she linked to back in October.
Have fun with it.
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