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Dream Interpretation
Front-Ranger:
My dream night before last was quite different although it had many of the same elements as usual. I was in a modern office tower but this time I was moving in and preparing to start a new job. There were people around, I could hear them out in the large main area, but I was in a somewhat secluded alcove, setting up my desk. All of my supplies looked like they were from Barnes & Noble, lovely flowered pens, bookmarks, sticky notes, etc. And a cozy throw for when it was drafty or chilly.
Then, I could see a peek through an open door that there was a man setting up his office about 50 ft. away. His office had a window, blinds, and light coming through. A feeling came over me of the situation being unfair. My space was nice, but it didn't have the trappings of power that his did. I turned my back to him and continued setting up. I made a conscious decision that I wasn't going to say anything about the inequity and I was going to establish my own power without trappings.
As I finished up, some women came by one by one and complemented me on the look of the space. I noticed that someone had pulled a curtain over the entrance so I would have more privacy. It was almost like having a private office. There was a window that I hadn't noticed before. I woke up feeling very well rested, alert, and sharp. Getting a good night's sleep is very health-giving and valuable.
Front-Ranger:
Gradually my dreams are shrinking down in scope so they feel less overwhelming. I'm interrelating with smaller groups of people and the burdens of responsibility are dissolving away. It feels more like a free exchange of ideas and the giving is more mutual and free will. Last night, it was just a horse. I was in a barn, in a stall with the horse, and I was cleaning out the stall, but the stall was fairly clean already, so I was basically keeping the horse company. And she was communicating with me somehow, like the horses in Gulliver's Travels.
And then I had a dream where I was photographing Harry Styles for a movie promo. The movie? John Waters' Hairstyles, of course!
serious crayons:
--- Quote from: Front-Ranger on January 24, 2023, 12:25:11 pm ---I was finally able to finish watching that movie last night. What really helped was seeing the comedy in it. That's what also makes my dreams so memorable too...seeing the absurdity of life and using it as a tool. I woke up to learn that it has been nominated for several Oscars.
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I watched the first half Sunday and haven't brought myself to finish it. TBH I thought it was boring -- they just kept zipping around from one setting to another, people would start beating each other up, and off they'd zip again. I had no idea what the underlying mission was. But then, that's not unusual, I can never follow regular action movies, either.
I'm hoping the reason I can't follow them is because I'm so uninterested in them (and maybe also not up on the tropes). But I can't help remembering my grandmother, who in her later years had no idea what was happening in, like, Frasier.
Front-Ranger:
I had a full moon dream for sure last night. It began well...I met a tall man who looked something like Armie Hammer and we became a couple. We were at a conference at the university where I had received my degree. We were going to a reception and I was trying to figure out where. The program seemed to have gone missing and, though there were a lot of people around, no one seemed to know. Finally I got a lady who seemed to be part of the cleaning staff to write the address on a piece of notebook paper.
I went off from my new lover to find out how to get to the reception. There was a table of ladies with an empty spot and I sat down and introduced myself. Since I couldn't read the address I passed the slip of paper to the lady next to me who passed it to another lady at the head of the table. She wore an old fashioned dress and a beehive hairdo. I asked her to read the address so I could rewrite it in my journal. Tentatively she said, "Billing conferencing 1020 Fillmore" in a small voice. Jokingly I replied that I needed to get out my ear trumpet so I could hear her. She and everybody laughed. She tried again, "Building conferencini..." I thought I detected a bit of an Italian accent and thought I'd take my chances on a second joke. Unfortunately, it was a Godfather joke, and I could tell immediately that she took offense. She pressed her lips together in disapproval. I waved my hands in the air and apologized and said, "Since my ex-husband is Italian and I have an Italian last name I thought it was okay to joke about it." But it was not okay. In dismay, I realized that I was waving my arms like the stereotype of an Italian. There was nothing to do but excuse myself and leave the table. She gave me the paper back and when I studied it long enough I was able to make out the address.
I hurried back to the place where my man was waiting, but suddenly a big purple monster started coming after me. It looked sort of like the hound of the Baskervilles and snapped at me with sharp teeth and jaws. The only way I could keep it from biting my face was to press my head into the side of its head and press my whole body into its flanks. I couldn't do this for long, so I just backed away and looked at it. It looked back, reached out and took a small bite out of my chin. This seemed to satisfy it and it bounded away. I finally arrived at the little inn but my lover was nowhere to be seen. Someone said a bus had come to take everyone to the reception. I contemplated whether to catch an Uber but, since my chin was bleeding, I decided not to.
(In real life I don't recall ever telling a Godfather joke, I hasten to add)
serious crayons:
I was in a CVS drug store recently having the manager take my passport photo. I asked him whether they carried sparkling mineral water and he led me to the section and named some brands. He pronounced San Pellegrino with a rolled R, so I asked if he was Italian; prior to that I'd detected no accent. Turns out he's both Italian and American and travels back and forth. I told him I'd been to Italy twice and he wanted to know what cities I'd visited. I did not tell a Godfather joke. :laugh:
But enough about me, back to your dream! I see two allusions to cannibalism in your dream: Armie Hammer and the monster. Does that connection sound meaningful to you, and if so what do you make of it?
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