Dream Interpretation

[Jeff Wrangler]

Another weird one last night. I was sharing a large bed in a hospital room with someone whom I did not know but who had just had a large section of his colon removed. A doctor was there holding up the section of colon, yet the patient was in no worse shape than if he'd just had a splinter removed. 

[Jeff Wrangler]

We were all dressed up for a formal event, but prisoners.  We were escorted to a large swimming pool, and pushed in.  It was full of chili, and we were to be cooked and eaten with the chili.

I may have completely lost my taste for chili. ... 

[Front-Ranger]

Another weird one last night. I was sharing a large bed in a hospital room with someone whom I did not know but who had just had a large section of his colon removed. A doctor was there holding up the section of colon, yet the patient was in no worse shape than if he'd just had a splinter removed. 

I'll take a stab at a translation. Oftentimes, when we want to address something in a dream, but we're hesitant, we assign the role to someone else. This seems to be the role of your bedmate. The dream seems  to be saying that you can get rid of some of your $hitty things with no problem.

[CellarDweller]

strange one last night.

I was at my parents' house.  THey were out, and I was in the living room alone.  It was late at night, and I heard a commotion outside.  I opened the door to see two thugs looking around to harass people.

For some reason, my block was suddenly full with drag queens, all being victimized by the thugs.  I ran out and one by one, got them all inside my parents' house, until there was only one queen left outside.

I went out, put my hand down my pants, and pulled out a gun.  Aiming it at the thugs, I escorted the last drag queen up the porch, aimed at the thugs, and pulled the trigger, which caused all the bullets  to fall out of the gun.  I pushed the queen into the living room, and closed the door.  The police finally showed up, and arrested the thugs, so the queens were free to go home.

[Front-Ranger]

Chuck, are you inadvertently letting slip out what the trial is about that you're on jury duty for?

Dreams like this are very understandable given the many stories of crimes, even those committed by police, no less, on the news. A common thread in this and your other dream is a feeling of unease about the scary world at large. We may be able to push this down to our subconscious and carry on with our daily lives, but in sleeping the subconscious is in charge and our fears come to the forefront.

There is hope in your resolution of the problem: you realize that you are strong enough to stand up to those who would intimidate the defenseless. You bravely went out and brought in the queens and protected them. Your "gun" was a little comic relief!! 

[Jeff Wrangler]

Your "gun" was a little comic relief!! 

Yes, especially this part:

I went out, put my hand down my pants, and pulled out a gun.

"Have you met my little friend?" 

[CellarDweller]

Chuck, are you inadvertently letting slip out what the trial is about that you're on jury duty for?

Dreams like this are very understandable given the many stories of crimes, even those committed by police, no less, on the news. A common thread in this and your other dream is a feeling of unease about the scary world at large. We may be able to push this down to our subconscious and carry on with our daily lives, but in sleeping the subconscious is in charge and our fears come to the forefront.

There is hope in your resolution of the problem: you realize that you are strong enough to stand up to those who would intimidate the defenseless. You bravely went out and brought in the queens and protected them. Your "gun" was a little comic relief!! 

Excuse you?  "Little" and "comic" are not words that one would want applied to that region.



As for the trial,  it's a civil case, nothing quite as excited as saving drag queens. 

[CellarDweller]

"Have you met my little friend?" 

Again with the size jokes.   

[Jeff Wrangler]

Kind of funny, isn't it? A short while ago I had a spate of remembering dreams from almost every night, and now I seem to be back to the usual pattern of not remembering anything at all. 

[Front-Ranger]

I had an interesting dream 2 days ago and invite your opinions on it. I was working on a large, Edward-Hopper-like painting of some women sitting around a round table in a room. The walls were deep yellow and orange and the point of view was looking down from about ceiling height at them. I was particularly careful with the depiction of the woman who was sitting nearest the viewer, who could only be seen from the back. I painted her with a soft rose dress and her hair was caught up so that her neck and hairline were visible. I was proud of the work on this person, particularly.

But then I decided to put a man into the picture. A man facing the viewer, but looking down. Carrying his jacket over one shoulder and a briefcase in the other hand. I placed him just left of center in the foreground. But I didn't want to cover up the lady, so I actually painted the man on a piece of heavy paper, cut him out, and was placing him here and there on the canvas, trying to find the right place. Suddenly I realized that this would make a good New Yorker cover.

Your thoughts?