I had a pretty weird one last night. I'm writing this here in case I forget it. My friends and I were in New York City, and we had one of those days near the end of our vacation where we would just separate for a day and do whatever we wanted. So I was walking around downtown, and this girl who looked like Penelope Cruz asks me for directions. After helping her, she asked when I was going to ask her out on a date, so I asked if she wanted to hang out today. I wondered what the people I was with would think of me dating someone after their failed attempts at picking up girls all week had not succeeded. We went to the car rental place, and New York City had a special deal where women would get the first day rental free, and since I only had a day left there, it was good. I had to pay some sort of service fee, and I didn't have money, so I had to borrow some from her. When we got into the car, I was in the back seat, and she was driving, except, she was driving on the right side. (Putting her feet from the right side to the left to step on the gas pedal and brake, and even steering from the right side. ) I asked her if she wanted me to drive, and she replied that she always drives that way. I then hopped into the front seat and drove anyways, through the NYC traffic jams, which went by really fast. We got lost, and I ended driving all the way back to Calgary! She asked me how I did that, since wasn't Calgary a really long drive from New York City. And this is the part that gets me: I replied "Apparently, not in this dream." And I didn't wake up when I said that, but the dream kept going for quite awhile. Apparently, something deep in my subconscious told me it was a dream, even though I still didn't try to "control" it. Because if I did, I'd have driven Penelope back to my hotel. This was the weirdest part of the dream. The dream ended with us driving to Brooklyn and trying to take a subway back to my hotel, but I was trying to figure out which ticket would take me there. I had to borrow money from her again. We got on the train, and after figuring out I bought the wrong type of ticket, I went to one of the cops and told him my problem. He just said it was an honest mistake, and thanked me for bringing it up with them instead of sneaking on to the trains. The dream ended with me having to borrow money from Penelope again.
You messed up in Brooklyn. There are no train tickets. You just pay and go either to Manhattan or deeper into Brooklyn. But yeah, I know. It was a dream. Far out man. Mine are never that elaborate.
Deeper into Brooklyn? In a dream like that you should be going deeper into Penelope Cruz (deeper on the emotional level, because this is the Green Room after all.)
I know it was just a dream but as soon as he said ticket for train in Brooklyn, I was like Its 2 dollars to ride anywhere you want in NYC. I dream about people I know. Once I dreamed of hanging out with Prince.
What could be more free than a free day in the middle of a vacation? And along with freedom comes the choice of what to do with it... I'm assuming you--like most normal men--find Penelope Cruz fairly attractive. She may be representative of all women. And she wants you to (or at least, you think she wants you to), in a sense, lead her. Hmmm. Feeling a little guilty about success? Or maybe about the tendency to brag about it? Hmmm. The ride isn't really free; it carries a debt. The awkwardness of the situation may be symbolic of the feeling of indebtedness. SHE is in control, and you feel powerless. So you TAKE CONTROL. The idea of indebtedness is painful to you, so you re-assert your control of the situation. But, nonetheless, you get hopelessly lost. You may realize that merely regaining control is not the solution. So, despite your attempt to regain control, you really are not in control. Again, travelling--going toward a destination--involves a sense of indebtedness to a woman. Still doing your best to control things, you're trying to take a train (very phallic) to your hotel (a destination that connotates sexual encounters). But, having taken the wrong track, you increase your sense of indebtedness. So, Dr. Freud sez: You have a tendency to feel out of control in relationships with women and perhaps some guilt/shame tied up with pursuing sexual relations with them (hence the ongoing theme of indebtedness). You want to re-assert your masculine control in the relationship (taking control of the car), but are worried that this will backfire and things will get worse. The pursuit of a sexual relationship is very important in your life (symbolized by the constant travelling you do when you're free to). You reassure yourself by comparing your relationships to those of your friends, feeling that as long as you're in some way better off than them, everything's okay.
Pretty good...can you give me a quick assesment of the symbolism in a high percentage of my dreams? While the plot changes, the main players are: Talking cats Dinosaurs (mean ones) Half constructed houses (but people are living in them) that are ready to collapse at any time Stealing cars The first house I remember living in - I'm always just about to get to it and see the occupant (my real dad) but as close as I've ever gotten was seeing his shadow Occasional gunfights I'm driving a car at night and I suddenly can't see, and the car goes sailing into the air and I'm about to crash + burn
that happens to me sometimes too, where i recognize that it's a dream but still don't control it. wacky. in the last dream i remember, me and this woman i'm talking to were chasing denis leary through the streets, trying to get him to have sex with our brother.
I really must be getting old - because sometimes in my dreams a cute young woman will be attracted to me, and I'll think "damn, I'm too old hor her - she's out of my leauge."
Yes. Yes, I believe I do, in fact, find her VERY attractive. I think it's more guilt. That they tried hard, and then this beautiful girl just falls into my lap. Yeah, I don't really like being indebted to people. So...traveling = indebtedness? Hmm...I did just return from a trip to NYC. It could be my brain just making up stuff about what I WISH had happened there too. No! A sexual relationship is somewhat important, but not the most important. All in all, I just want someone who I love and loves me. All that other stuff is secondary, IMHO. I am also not really one to brag, especially among friends. If they are better off than me, I am happy for them.
So . . . you dreamt about Penelope Cruz, and all you did with her was borrow money and drive around? Turn in your man license.
Of course, if the dream had continued... We would have found ourselves back at the hotel. She would have said, in her sexy Spanish accent, "Scorp! You owe me a lot of money. You must pay back now!" "...ok Penelope, I'll just go across the street to the bank machine and get it for you." Then she would have said "No, I don't want to wait, I want you to pay me back RIGHT NOW!" "...but I have no money. " "Then you will have to pay me back another way..." Bom-chica-chica
Yeah, all that borrowing small amounts of money struck me as symbolizing a feeling of inadequacy. Like you don't believe you can provide completely. Her driving as well as paying implies that your ideal woman can control/provide for the relationship when you're otherwise unable. That you have her driving from the passenger seat is a nifty twist... probably that it'd be important that when your partner is carrying the relationship you be able to maintain an appearance of masculine dignity. Either that, or her having to do all the work is totally about your sexual shortcomings and you're acknowledging a micro schlong that wouldn't fulfill a hamster
While some may claim dreams are the royal road to the subconscious mind I've found that dreams tend to be the unreality created by one's mind trying to make sense of the nonsensical sparks of thought that happen during our brain's required down time. I've had my share of lucid dreams, I realize I'm dreaming and have a bit of control over the dream too but most of my mind is still down for repairs. I'd probably have full control if I was awake while dreaming.
I don't have a micro schlong, although I do like my girls to ride cowgirl and do all the work. All the borrowing might also have to do with my real life situation too. Starting up a business is by no means an easy task, and I find I'm always struggling with money and being careful how I spend it.
I had a pretty strange "hot woman" dream last night: there was a woman with an accent (Slavic/Eastern European) was attracted to me. We were in a big waiting room of some kind. There were fancy red deep chairs in rows, kind of like movie theater chairs. So, we're talking, and I have to pee. Instead of the bathroom, I walk away, turn my back, and start peeing in a chair. Instead of waiting for me to finish, she walks over and sits down right next to where I'm peeing! I think to myself "this is pretty rude - give me some privacy." But I keep talking, trying to play it off like it's no big deal. Then, she asks me if I'm busy this weekend, and want to go out with her! Of course I say yes, then start to figure out how I'm going to pull this off without my wife finding out. That's as far as it went...I woke up then.
I had another dream this afternoon during a nap. I want to write it all down before I forget.... As far back as I can remember, I was again in New York City with my friends and cousin. I ended up getting separated from the rest of the group, and decided to spend the afternoon taking a tour of one of the government buildings. It was a pretty nice building, with a lot of the interiors covered in gold. On this tour, there were some other Wordforgers there, and I ended up sitting with Ramen and Chaos Descending. We got to the part of a tour that was really boring, so Ramen started swinging around one of his socks. ( See other thread for information about his socks. :flow2: ) Well, Cassandra and another board liberal were sitting beside us while to tour guide was lecturing, and getting quite annoyed with Ramen, because he was making sounds to accompany his sock swinging. So I grabbed the sock, and started whispering "Facism! Rep War! Conservative takeover!" to them while staring at the inside of the sock. This, of course, piqued the curiosity of Cass, so she grabbed the sock from me and started examining it. The three of us started laughing, and the more we laughed, the more curious she got, and the more she dug deeper into the sock to see what was in it. We laughed some more, partly because it was really funny, but also to spur her on. She then got even MORE curious as to what it was about, and started reaching in with her hand and sticking her nose right into the sock. Ramen's jizz was getting all over her hands and face, she was smelling and tasting it to try and figure out what it was, and we were laughing our asses off so hard that the tour guide stopped talking because we were distracting everyone else. After we had moved on, two African American guys walked past, one in red, and the other in blue, (obviously thugs) and the red one said that the other one didn't like me and wanted to talk to me outside. I, of course knew what that implied. I started tying my shoes, and removing stuff from my pockets, and some people from the rest of the class asked me where I was going, so I told them I was going to fight some guy who said he wanted to see me outside. Some of them (including Tex now) got up to find and tell others in the building so (I think) they could watch. I went outside, and I was on some wooden steps, leading to a pier overlooking the ocean. The pier wasn't like others, but had wooden railings all around it, so I guess people wouldn't fall in. At the end of the pier, waited the guy in red and the guy in blue, who I was suppose to fight. Around them were a bunch of other black guys, all part of a gang or something. I remember feeling around in my pocket for that Beretta I usually keep around, just in case the others decided to jump me. So anyways, I walk to the end of the pier, and ask what he wanted to talk to me about. He instantly put his hands clenched into fists in front of him, so I knew it was on right there. After dodging a few of his punches, I started hitting him back. I didn't want to hurt him too badly, so I punched really softly, and hit him in the shoulders and other areas that weren't likely to hurt him really badly. Usually, when I dream of fights, I end up throwing haymakers that barely scratch the guy. This time, it was different for some reason, and the guy ended up bleeding all over the pier while his friends watched and yelled out "advice" to him. A larger crowd had gathered by this point, but the guy was already laying on the pier. I left him alone a few times, so he could get up and continue the fight, or walk away, but he chose to continue, because his friends were spurring him on. I finally put him into an elbow joint lock, and asked him if he had enough. He told me "No", so I had no choice but to snap his elbow. I walked away from the pier, and back into the city. I wondered if the rest of my friends would be angry that I took so long to get back to meet with them. I was admiring the scenery around the city, and taking a few pictures, then I saw my cousin across the street. I crossed over, and I told him not to worry, because I had changed the flight online so everyone had an extra day here. He said good, he was getting worried we would miss our flight home.... Overall, this was a really weird dream, IMHO.
Ok here's another dream I have that I just must tell you guys about. The Golf Master Every once in awhile, in my dreams, I'll turn on the TV, and this show will be on. (Yes, a show that semi-regularly occurs - in my dreams! ) It's about a guy who claims to be the Golf Master, some sort of English prodigy at golf, and his caddy. The Prodigy, as he is called, speaks with a dry humorless British accent, and his caddy speaks in the same accent, but is more excitable, like the Australian Crocodile guy Steve Irwin. Their show is more of a 10-15 minute skit, but I am not sure if that is the show itself, or part of a larger comedy sketch, like Saturday Night Live or something similar. They would tour around the countrysides, and the prodigy will make grandiose claims in his humorless English accent about him being God's gift to the sport. To prove this, he will do several different things. One week, he might interrupt a pro golfer's casual game, and give unsolicited advice on how their stance is a little bit off, or another week, he might travel to a world renowned hole known for it's difficulty, and explain to the television audience how only someone of his considerable skill can beat the hole. He will spend most of the show explaining to the caddy, and the television audience, in excruciating detail, how the angle of the hill, and the wind, to the color of the leaves on the trees, and moisture in the air, are obstacles he must overcome to put the ball into the hole in one shot. The caddy, being the "foil" of the prodigy, doesn't understand golf fully, and will offer up his uninformed opinion of the situation, in which case, the prodigy will go into yet even more detail as to why his shot will work, and why he feels he is the only person in the world capable of sinking the golf ball in one shot. About 3/4 of the way through an episode, once anticipation for the shot has built up to unacceptable levels, and one of either the crowd that has gathered or the people he has challenged have grown considerably angry at his claims, he will attempt his hole in one - and MISS. He will then blush, and explain to the caddy and the considerably large crowd, how one of the circumstances that he had explained previously had changed, and the trickle down effects made him miss the shot, and that, if re-adjusted, and given ALL the facts now, he would have sunk the hole-in-one. Occasionally, he will blame the caddy for asking him too many questions. The fallout from him missing the shot, plus the backtracking, excuses, and explanations that follow, is the main punchline of the episode, and usually makes audience roar with laughter. One week, his advice would raise the ire of the golf pro so much after missing, that they would exchange blows in anger, or he would miss by a HUGE margin, and the caddy, the crowd who have gathered to watch, and other people would nearly mob him in anger because of his lame excuses. Tonight, I dreamed that I turned on the TV, and again, this show was on. The title of the show, The Golf Master, is displayed in the typical fancy Victorian era font across the screen just as the show starts, along with a shot of the golf course they are playing at. This time, the prodigy and the caddy were at a breakfast tea. The tea room was really fancy, and had a lot of those Victorian era teapots, plates and teacups adorning the tables. The prodigy and the caddy were there for a relaxing cup of tea, but it wasn't long before the prodigy's arrogance and unmatched love for the game of golf reared it's head, and he ended up in a heated discussion with the host of the English tea about golf, and how he, was the best by a considerable margin at the sport. The host of the tea house, dressed in a black tuxedo, did not believe his claims of excellence, and grew quite angry at the prodigy's great claims. Rather than settling it and making the prodigy prove it on a real golf course, he created a makeshift mini-golf course out of the fancy expensive plates and cups that his guests used. The mini golf hole rigged up was quite elaborate, going from the floor, to the table, back to the floor, and winding around some tables, chairs, and much fine china. Of course, the guests, being now forced to use paper plates and Styrofoam cups, watched in annoyed bemusement. The prodigy then went into his explanation mode, with him telling the audience about how the noise variance off the fine china, plus the angle in which to approach the shot, the carpet instead of the lawn, and the remaining liquid in some of the teacups, are all factors he must think about to get the golf ball to it's final destination. Him being dressed in fancy clothes for tea instead of the more aerodynamic and less constricting golf shirt and khaki pants were also factors he needed to consider. He also went on about a minute explaining to the audience how his dress shoes were another very important consideration and would constrict him quite harshly. He would have to hit it quite hard, he surmised, and risk ruining all the fine china, which was not acceptable in this case, for the audience wanted to use it for their tea, and a man of his considerable gifts should be able to take a few extra minutes to come up with a solution that would neither break the fine china or cause him to miss the hole-in-one. This went on for several minutes, with the audience now losing interest fast, groaning for him to just get on with it so they could again use the fine china, and the host of the tea getting more impatient by the minute. All this seemed to lead into him missing spectacularly, and causing much destruction to the fine china. After taking a minute looking over the significant obstacles, the prodigy's face grew extra red with stress. He unbuttoned his white collared shirt and fancy vest he wore to the tea house. His caddy asked him what was wrong, and then the prodigy exclaimed to the audience that he could not attempt the shot, because the conditions placed upon him by the host had set the shot up for failure from the very start. Of course upon hearing this, the tea patrons grew enraged, and started throwing their biscuits and paper cups/plates all over the place. One lady charged at the prodigy and actually stabbed him with a plastic knife. This was when the actor playing the prodigy lost control and split his gut with laughter at the whole skit, and the studio audience followed suit! The episode had such a great climax, that I too, actually WOKE UP because I was laughing so hard at the sketch! It's the first time a dream had actually made me wake up because it was so funny.
Hm, that interesting. I never have such elaborate dreams, or if I do I don't remember them. Mostly it's just bits and pieces, like one time when I was a teenager, I dreamt that my BF at the time and I were outside. Instead of the regular night sky, you could actually see galaxies and comits, all kinds of stellar things. But there's nothing else to the dream. Then there was another time that I dreamt about this little boy, a toddler with curly blond hair. I can't remember if he was supposed to be mine or maybe a relative. Side note, I did have a son that had curly blond hair when he was little, so kind of wierd coincidence. Edit: Wasn't sure if I wanted to add this or not. When my mother says in the mornings, "I had this dream last night," my sister and I just groan and slump in our chairs. Usually if my mom dreams about something, it happens, or if it's about someone, we see that person soon.
