Strange Recurring Dream
Feb. 9th, 2005 06:24 amFor at least the second night in a row, I had a dream about livejournaling a dream that I had earlier that night. Tonight's dream de plume was a bizarre car trip through some state with a Mississippi Border, I'm guessing Alabama. See, we were giving a ride to this cranky old woman, and all we had left to do was drive her down the road she lived on. But, see, apparently "road" means something completely different in my subcoscious version of 'Bama than it does in New England.
See, in New England, a "road" is usually a paved strip of planet earth that is mostly straight, but often twisty, from which driveways and other roads emanate. In Pseudobama, a "road" is simply the extra ten feet of red dirt that sometimes occurs between houses. Oftentimes we had to stop, turn the wheel all the way to the right, gun the engine, stop, turn the wheel all the way to the left, and gun the engine to get "down the road."
The "road" ended abruptly at Number 4, a big dilapidated red house, and Number 6, another big dilapidated, but slightly different shade of red house. Number 5, where our cranky guest was heading, was nowhere to be found until I realized that the blue tool shed, no bigger than my bathroom, and no taller than me, was Number 5. She lived in the tiniest possible shack that you could pretend was a shack.
There was more to the dream, something about beer and shotguns, but I gotta head off to work.
See, in New England, a "road" is usually a paved strip of planet earth that is mostly straight, but often twisty, from which driveways and other roads emanate. In Pseudobama, a "road" is simply the extra ten feet of red dirt that sometimes occurs between houses. Oftentimes we had to stop, turn the wheel all the way to the right, gun the engine, stop, turn the wheel all the way to the left, and gun the engine to get "down the road."
The "road" ended abruptly at Number 4, a big dilapidated red house, and Number 6, another big dilapidated, but slightly different shade of red house. Number 5, where our cranky guest was heading, was nowhere to be found until I realized that the blue tool shed, no bigger than my bathroom, and no taller than me, was Number 5. She lived in the tiniest possible shack that you could pretend was a shack.
There was more to the dream, something about beer and shotguns, but I gotta head off to work.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-13 08:13 pm (UTC)HOUSE-Houses can be forbidding places, being worried by a dream of foreboding-esp in a house that you know-suggests that something is troubling you about your body or personality. Consciousness of a particular part of the house may provide a clue. It is fairly common to dream of returning to a house that you knew in the past. Your reaction to the house in your dream and your walking feelings about it are crutial; the dream may be a nostalgic reminder, or it may reflect your wish to return to childhood innocence. If you dreamed of leavinf home, the message may be that you are ready to move on in your walking life- perhaps in your career.
Streets/Highways- represents a walking journey: this may be a symbolic journey in your career, or in your private, financial, or social life. Your actions on the dream journey will be important. Wheather you were racing or caught in a traffic jam, anxiously steering along a dangerous, winding country lane, or strolling the wrong way up a one-way street, will all be significant to the interpretation of the dream.
Car- if you were only conscious of a need to travel, you should consider wheather you want to move on in some way in your walking life. Perhaps you need to change your job, or to end or cement a new relationship. You may also require challenging intellectual stimulation; to learn a new language perhaps, especially if you were abroad in your travel dream.
Hey Home Slice- It seems to me that you need a more challenging job.
Re: It seems to me that you need a more challenging job.
Date: 2005-02-14 03:11 am (UTC)