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January 25, 2007
Dream a Little Dream of Me
I know it's boring to read other peoples' dreams, but I've been having a weird streak lately, just full of analytical potential. Freud would adore me this week.
First off, a few nights ago I went to sleep and had a series of bizarre vignette dreams. They ranged from soft core fumblings to Prison Break-esque chase scenes, from boring "reliving mundane daily tasks" to one where I was trying to explain to a judge why even though I had committed the crime I couldn't be considered guilty because I *felt* no guilt about it. (I believe I may have been trying the "I'm a psychopath" defense, but the dream ended before a judgment was handed down.)
What made the whole thing bizarre (in more than a traditional "bizarre dream" way) was that immediately preceding each vignette was a ratings disclaimer--like the kind you see in the movies. For each sequence, there was a green screen that indicated what was to follow: "intense prolonged realistically graphic sequences of war violence", "strong sexual content, nudity, language and some drug-related material", "disturbing and graphic depiction of violent anti-social behavior"--you get the idea. And sure enough, the dream was filled with exactly that sort of behavior. It was uncanny.
Secondly, I had a dream last night that Mr. Pilot called and assuaged all my fears about him. I confessed that I was head over heels for him, and while he didn't exactly get down on one knee he clearly proclaimed that I was the only girl he was interested in and that all of this cat-and-mouse was just a reflection of his busy schedule and my earlier proclamations of needing independence. It was such a relief.
And then I woke up. And realized that it was just my imagination and that really I was still in that "he's just not that into you" place. Strangely enough, it wasn't nearly as devastating as it might have been, so I think that maybe it wasn't all about needing to hear affirmations from him as just wanting to hear something, ANYTHING. Even if it was just in my mind.
I'm hoping that tonight I'll dream that he has died in a tragic aircraft accident, so that my subconscious can mourn his untimely demise and I can move on with a clean slate. Somehow, having him dead is much more bearable than having him alive and uninterested.
Comments
This is pretty fascinating dreaming. That is one tricky brain you've got there.
Posted by: La at January 26, 2007 10:54 AM
