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Sunday, February 05, 2006Dream Sequence(s)
Another post inspired by James. If I keep doing this I think he's going to be charging me royalties.
I've been trying to log my dreams in my journal (which I always take to bed), unfortunately I usually only wake up to relieve myself. In the two minutes it takes I almost always forget everything dreamt. Once in awhile I do get lucky and here are a few dreams I've had recently After having the first dream I'm going to tell you about, I had a Burger King craving so strong (like a bad nicotine fit) that it didn't subside for two days until I actually ate there. I dream about the King a lot. I suspect because it was my first job it symbolizes my overwhelming personal attribute of responsibility. In dream number one, I had just went through the drive through at the local Burger King here in town (where I had my first management gig and was robbed at gun point) when out of no where the tornado sirens began whaling. I was eating in the car so I jumped out and ran into the restaurant. Everyone was screaming and running around frantically. The sky was blacker than night and the rain came pounding down. I felt an uncontrollably sense that my children were in danger and ran back out through the rain storm and got back into the car. I tried to drive home but the more I drove the farther away I was from home. The tornado passed over head and did a lot of damage but didn't harm me or my van. Then the sun quickly came out but I still couldn't get home. Amongst the ruins of town I found a working pay phone (I don't own a cell and the pay phone really exists) but there was no answer at home. I kept driving but home continued to get farther away. I've had this dream several times. I've been having different variations of dream number two for months. In the dream, I didn't show up for work at Burger King one night not realizing I was scheduled. It was my second job. (I also worked BK as a second job for about three years.) I groveled with Lenora who was a co-manager at the store (but not my boss) so that I could keep my job, she was understanding and didn't fire me. I began working and for some reason there were extremely large white cafeteria style tables (like my elementary school had) in the middle of the front cash/bagging station area. A bunch of employees were sitting at the tables loitering, none of them were on break. All of them were done working for the day and were now just hanging out. One was smoking. For some odd reason, all of them were black. I asked them nicely to leave and was totally ignored so I threatened their employment and kicked all of them out. The last dream was so real that I woke up with my heart pounding. My wife Kalisa, my brother Michael, my sister-in-law Cindy, my Dad (who passed away fifteen years ago), my mother, and Alyson Hannigan from Buffy the vampire slayer were all riding on a large Cedar Pointe type ferris wheel. We were on vacation in Vegas. Mom had said she had huge news for us. Her and Dad were holding hands like kids in puppy love. At the top of the wheel, she announced she was pregnant. From her purse, she pulled out congratulation cards. Smiling, she opened up one of them up and suddenly she bellowed out a huge sob and began shaking violent. Dad hugged her close, tears streamed from his eyes. I took the card from her and read it aloud. The words are seared in my head. It said, "That honeyed brown bitch that bled you is dead!" The dream faded to black immediately like the end of a violent horror film. -posted by Nobius 10:30 PM #
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The showing up at work late one day sounds like a variation of the showing up late for school and missing the entire class one. I have experienced a lot of tornado dreams too. I wonder if it's a regional thing. "
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You guys have lost me... I guess I'm dense? Are you saying my showing up late for work was a symbolic dream for sex? "
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Ha ha now that would be funny.
Truth be told I'm not a very intimate person at all. Thank God my wife understands that (usually). I have few friends and I keep most people at arm's length. I make aquaintances easily but would consider almost no one my real friend. Love should always be at arm's lenght. "
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Now that I've confessed my soul...are you saying you think my dreams about work have something to do with my fear of being close to people?
It could be. I don't believe dreams are metaphysical in nature, but I do think that dreams are when your subconscious is trying to tell you something. "
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Now I'm off to bed. I've been having *fun* dreams all week. I better not have any tonight. |