Dream interpreter welcome
Who can tell me what does it mean when you are dreaming you are buying a lot of gold jewelry? For the record, I am a silver/steel jewelry person.
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This post contains the graphic word dick and vicious ideas
As it goes I was hosted for the night in the house of a co-worker. You know him, the one you always need but you cannot depend on. He was living in a large apartment, in a French apartment, the one with intricate railings and sunny windows. His pet was a handicapped venomous snake. Maybe venomous is as (in)appropriate as half. It was a dark green knob of a snake with a red thick kissing tongue. Yeah, it looked like the new character on Looney Tunes. Its problem was it could not accommodate to the new habitat his master provided because… it was sliding on gold. Now picture that for a snake pet problem! Accordingly guests were advised to be careful and compassionate for the poor venomous thing roaming loose in the apartment.
The dream ends with me in getting in bed, to sleep, with another real life character, you know, the one that acts like a closeted gay, but has no problem to openly denying it. And that all because on the way back from the bathroom I was afraid of the sliding on gold pet. To get in bed I was asked to show my dick, which I did. To which my said benefactor and occasional bed host laughed at the size or lack of thereof. I turned to the other side smilingly and went to sleep in my dream, which is to say I woke up to this cold morning.
So what do you make of the above? All Freud lovers and occasional shrinks on duty are invited to make a two cent deposit here.
Power cut
I woke up in guilt for not writing merely enough. And for knowing of the power cut being scheduled for today.
I have dreamt of my brother being married to a different wife, and I being part of scientific expedition. It was being led by a midget woman, and our utensils included used plastic spoons, a screw driver and a couple of other odds and ends. I was packed for all the available levels, whatever that might have been, but as it turned out I was headed for “15+”, to be the right hand of our midget leader.
I had a dream…
Well, not that kind of dream, not an ideal not met, but a dream that seemed so real I have not even questioned its oddcityness (I could not resist paying tribute to
R!’s last two comments). It’s all about my house, how I went to sleep last night and everything was alright and I woke up (this is part of the dream) to find my LDC screen (which I don’t have) face down on the floor under the desk. As I saw this I was trying to check if there was an earthquake, one of T’s obsessions, but the desk tipped and fell on the computer (which is no longer there) and the other huge monitor went off. And after a while it went on. I looked at the computer. It looked back at me, pretty much like a rabbit getting ready to go into the oven, guts half out. I remember thinking how T is going to kill me. The dream also featured me moving the massive furniture around the apartment (not much success, though), an earthquake, a curved window frame to my bedroom that wouldn’t close, a baby pigeon (inside the house! - I hate pigeons, they are flying rats, and I hate them for their persistent shitting on everything) and a rush from eating strawberries. Then I went to the bathroom which was magnificent but dark and a flood liability. And that’s about it. For a smooth transition, I have also dreamt a beginning for the chapter I am working on my thesis. I kinda do that when I am stressed. Have I told you how I have dreamed a 20 seconds Excel formula on a loop to the end of my dream while in real life I was preparing the annual report?
Partial de-freezing
A partial de-freezing is everything my mother has taught me not to do. Armed with a knife one nervously attacks the ice, making sure one doesn’t hurt oneself too bad. One will stop when the freezer’s door fits right back in place when closed.
So T has left, it’s been two days. I haven’t cried (too much), and definitely not in public. But it happens at the movies when I think it really should not be the case. Like Billy Eliot. But I make it a rule not too cry like a girlie. So I rush to the bathroom, where I cry like the bearded girlie I am.
I am dreaming episodes of a sitcom. Every new episode takes you to the next floor, where they are installing yet another computer facility in lobby. You see, the hotel is new and not yet done. The manager is played by this actress, very defensive, whatever you might want when you approach her it’s always cause for some sort of hysterical excuse that doesn’t have to do with what you’re saying.
Also my Sony is dying. The condolence book is open.
Random gin orangina
I am a greedy sentimental bastard. And a sentimental greedy bastard too, because I am both greedy and sentimental… I am just enjoying myself on my own. Nothing guilty, mind you. The ipod is working again, the temperature is just right, I am not hungry, clothes are everywhere. I have decided to through many of them, but I could only actually decide to part with very few. I have lingered for a while in the luke warm just dried Trussardi Jeans longsleeve shirt, just enjoying the scent of freshly washed, the I then have folded and put it back in the wardrobe. Tonight I dreamed of a shallow clear sea with beautiful little fish in golden, blue, and red, swimming towards my fingers instead of away from them.
Looks like I am not getting out to buy the tonic in the gin and tonic, and will have to do with Orangina instead. The horrors!
Been playing Andries on end. Three weeks ago I was drunk in the sun and scorching heat at the races in Georgetown. One week ago I was partying in Soho. Life.
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