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An odd dream, in context. Or perhaps… not so odd.
I have dreams from the past 4 days to post, but this is the most vivid, surprising, and… weird one yet – so it gets posted first. In this dream, mother is actually vulnerable (for a time), actually discusses buried family history (first time) and I take the wheel – literally.
One thing I didn’t mention was the weather change. It is cold and rainy and nasty when I leave my companion (I want to say it is James, but I don’t think so) and first get in the car with mother and B. By the time we’re taking the back way towards 59 (the freeway down there) though, the weather is sunny and pleasant. It stays this way throughout the dream.
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WEIRD set of dreams, my friends. They’re all sorts of loosely interconnected, but nothing very certain – at least to my mind. Rhamanus and Nicholas bring up all sorts of templates and associations for me… but Nico looks like Justice and I have always imagined the two as one in the same. Even though Rhamanus won and has the ear of the governor, I’m glad that Nico has placed 2nd or somehow also won and that he is the one who comes to greet me after the competition with such a brilliant, open, generous smile on his face. Oddly enough, I never see my competitors! I am at different times in the gallery watching the race and on the course itself, for I see the snow melting revealing the frozen carpet below. Who said you can’t snowboard inside!
I’ve never been to SF, but I had a dream last night that I was there. Things were very odd indeed.
Pardon my voice. I’m sick (strep throat, hooray) and quite tired.
A really, really weird dream. A recurring one. About two people in wheelchairs, a talking dog, a baby, and a high speed chase. Presented here for your listening pleasure.
Enormously weird dream about skyrocketing gas prices and an argument between mother and B over which chicken restaurant to choose. There are areas, I think, where no Jungian can go. :P
Weird dream. I go out to dinner with mother in a city that is St. Louis… and Houston… and New York… and Toronto… and I realize I’m not supposed to be there! How to get away, when I have left my laptop at her place?
And while I went back to bed to snooze I remembered another little episode from the same dream.
Dream: Mother and Me in St. Louis
Dreamlet: Trying to Get a Bath, Here!!
EDIT: A discussion with Stef about the dreamlet is FDRP96.
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I had a set of 5 extremely involved, complicated, and vivid dreams last night. I record all of the details about 4 of them and mourn the loss of detail in the 5th in the recording below. Also a bonus: why most of my processing won’t be shown on this journal.
If anyone has any ideas about any of these dreams, do let me know. I know that the word zombie was mentioned last night in the chat room, and I am going to the Met next Sunday for my art history final, but… yeah. I tried to give the dreams more context this time.
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So… here’s an entirely weird dream I had. I don’t remember all of it – in fact, I don’t even remember most of it, so this is very short. But given things that have been happening in my life (it is indeed student council election time at Columbia, the thing with journals, etc) it’s a really interesting remix. If anyone has an idea, let me know!
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I’m feeling pretty fantastic. Or… happy. Not manic. Not euphoric. But something more enduring. Happy. Satisfied. I had some major mojo going on with a n00b in the chat room earlier, and was roundly praised by El Stefe himself for being “relentlessly positive.” Hopefully I helped the guy out. Dunno. Maybe he’ll read OT. At least he said he agreed with my arguments.
Yes. Relentlessly positive. That’s what I’m feeling. And like I said to a friend of mine… not… resignation. Resignation implies a desire which has been given up. But closure. I wonder what will happen. I wonder if this is the final feeling. I wonder what this will settle into. On va voir! :)
Anywhoooooooo… I recorded the below about 2 hours ago after a long phone call I had. There’s been no diminishment in my happiness, or my feelings of freedom and efficacy. Is this the reward for communing with my MEcosystem? If it is… then… what the hell was I fighting?
Dreams of Palaces, and the Benefits of LISTENING to Your MEcosystem
Oh, and I’ve been listening to (and singing!) this song a lot while sitting in my window looking out at the clouds and stars.
