Dreams and their interpretations have always been an amusing past time for me, like opening my fortune cookies; I never put a lot of credence in their meaning until about five years ago. For whatever reason, I spent the better part of six months having reoccurring dreams about my teeth falling out. At first no big deal, but after a while it became distressing. What could this mean? I spoke with some friends and then went out and bought a dream dictionary and another book on interpretation.
Since then I have been much more in tune with my nocturnal visions. On those mornings I awake with odd remembrances of strange creatures and unexplained adventures, I try and make sense of them, offering my loves a look into my warped realities of the night. A few nights ago I experienced another such perplexing image. As I began to piece together my story the next morning I related this to the loves over breakfast:
“I dreamed I had special ordered a pet. I was on my way to pick it up at the aquatic pet farm. When I arrived, I noticed a large gated area to the right of the barn and inside of it was this mud like goo where the animals were kept in stasis until they were claimed (think The Matrix.) As I approached this holding area, I noticed next to my pet, a jellyfish was a black sheep, and many other animal heads protruding into the air.
The farm extracted my jellyfish from the bin with a large crane type device and handed it to me. I couldn’t figure out how to take said pet home, so after questioning the establishment, they suggested I wear it on my head in a wig like fashion. I turned around and they placed the jellyfish on my head. Even though I was wearing a jacket, the tentacles kept flapping down my back and around my arms and stinging me. No matter what I tried to do with said jellyfish, it kept on stinging with its long graceful limbs flailing about. I couldn’t get home with this pet continually harming me, so I began to wonder if perhaps I shouldn’t have ordered the black sheep instead.”
Now I have some gut instincts on what my subconscious may be saying to me on this topic, but they are just suppositions based on my POV of late. Things have been in a state of semi upheaval for a while now and the brain has been engaged in some heavy duty thinking. Regardless, I think Freud would have a field day with this one.
~the laundry goddess, March 1, 2008
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