Amanda dreams of riding undulating silver worms in the desert. She is wearing ornate filigree glasses and talks with Egyptian women, somehow knowing the language. She has wild orgies with ever-changing partners. She is suddenly a man, then back to a woman, then a man again. Body parts are made of dazzling metal, hot to the touch.
I dream I have to name all the parts of a chicken in front of a small, restless group of people. When asked what a giblet is, I panic. “I don’t know. I don’t know what a giblet is!” Everyone laughs at me. "I really like chicken liver though," I mutter. But no one hears.
Amanda has a dream that she is running from rooftop to rooftop, with neon green magical sneakers made of material that allow her to make these treacherous leaps. Her laughter echoes all around her. She feels like a superhero.
I dream I'm looking for a washcloth. I forgot to wash my makeup off and look everywhere. When I do find one, it's dirty. I figure it's better than no washcloth.
I also frequently dream of bathrooms. Hideous bathrooms. I’ve had these dreams much of my adult life. I have to go and I’m forced to walk barefoot in some abysmal lavatory that hasn’t been cleaned in centuries. There are no magical sneakers or undulating silver worms. Just shit, overflowing, everywhere.
Is my psyche dull? I seem to have a deadbeat subconscious that kicks out dreams that are as fanciful as a Brillo pad. Often they are just a boring rehash of a boring day: my car isn’t starting. The cable company is calling. I try to explain that I already sent the payment, but my voice goes dead on me and I just have to hear them yammer on.
I try to find meaning in my mundane dreams. I’m sure Freud or Jung would. Or perhaps I’d bore them too. They’d ask me to discontinue therapy because my psyche just wasn’t up to par. “You just have a boring psyche, Mizz Mann,” said in a thick German accent. “Vee cannot help you. Call us when you have a better internal life.”
This morning I dreamt I waited in long, long line at a department store, in real time. There is a girl I went to high school with in front of me. She has more clothes than me and I feel envious that I can't afford more. I don't even really like the sweater I'm buying. When I finally get to the cashier, she is sound asleep.
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I dreamed one night Bob Barker tried to sell me a car but I ended up with a toaster somehow. And I have a friend named Amanda who has fantastic dreams. Maybe girls named Amanda always do. :)
"Amanda dreams of riding undulating silver worms in the desert. She is wearing ornate filigree glasses and talks with Egyptian women, somehow knowing the language. She has wild orgies with ever-changing partners. She is suddenly a man, then back to a woman, then a man again. Body parts are made of dazzling metal, hot to the touch."
to nightmarish calls from the cable company. There's enough of the mundane here to denote a personality type well-grounded in reality, but enough freaky weirdness to show an above average dose of creativity.
I'll zee you next veek, und plees pay ze receptionist on your vay out:)
Freud : The Interpretation of Dreams (1900)
Me : My Thoughts (2009) [ After continued use, Brillo pads left to air, rust.] :-)
Carl and Sigmund are salivating in their graves to get their bony hands on your psyche, don't let them. A dream is a dream is a dream is a dream. Ask Gertrude.
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B6 taken daily is supposed to give one technicolor dreams; I'm thinking of trying it out. Thanks for this.
I wonder whether the hyperlinks are successful or distracting in this piece? I kinda like finding images on the web. It's fun. But it definitely affects the flow.
nanatehey, did you understand that amanda was my friend? I'm the one having boring dreams. she's having fun, wild dreams. didn't want to spell out that she was my friend but maybe needed to?
Lea, no surprise color plays a part in your dream. You are an orange and white pelican.
mr. mustard, i read that quote several times over. i totally agree. dreams could go so many possible ways. lately, i find i'm not having as many wish fulfillment ones as i'd like, i suppose. i like reading what freud has to say. i LOVE carl jung.
owl says who, that's what i mean...who wants things as mundane as work to occupy your precious dream time?
nora, that bathroom is scary, scary. i have a fear of bathrooms a bit.
odette, bob barker has deep oedipal meaning.
eva, will check out your piece. like the name.
bbd, that was my favorite photo. that defies bizarre.
spotted mind, perhaps you feel in your attempt to "clean up" or see better, your affecting others. something about being stuck, trying to get out of it (clean windshield) and fearing it will affect others or piss them off.
or its about penis.
"I don't even really like the sweater I'm buying. When I finally get to the cashier, she is sound asleep." - see, that's *meaningful*. I can tell.What it means, I don't know, but I know it means *some*thing
I also liked this: When asked what a giblet is, I panic.
I tend to dream about flying, falling, and being inappropriately and unexpectedly naked.
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Sandra, those are the most typical fear-based dreams. I think the only one you're missing is your teeth suddenly falling out.
deepcleav, there does seem to be something about amandas.
This made me chortle. I've been dreaming a lot lately but I'm not gonna share them here. No way. Kudos to you, tho.
And who said it was in bed?
Go figure why but we were in a clear glass elevator in a busy
office building... Strange indeed!
Thus sayeth me. :)
I have my own theories and interpretations, but why spoil yours ;)
Though, you write about dreaming as a poet. Even your "boring" dreams. I liked this very much.