June 29, 2006
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An Odd Dream
Kathy and I often tell each other our dreams. We adhere to the admonition in the Torah–”An uninterpreted dream is like an unopened letter.” Thing is, I usually have vivid and bizarre dreams, but can’t remember them. This time is an exception, and rather than burn cell phone minutes to recount it to her, I am putting it down here, for her, and whatever other Xanga readers I have, and the NSA to read.
I had just moved into an apartment in new Yrok City and was sharing it with my mother (who is edead now, and was young then) and my sister Alyce (who is married, addicted, and rather loony). Mom was working as a waitress, I had some sort of job, I don’t remember what. It was a very nice building–one of our neighbors owned an antique shop near the apartment building–she had a bunch of items out on the sidewalk for sale, one of which had a Betty Boop motif, which I wanted to buy–she only wanted $22 for it.
My father (who is also dead now) stopped by to visit, and had some items to give me, including an owners manual for his first car, a 1932 Chevy coupe (in real life, his first car was a 1949 Pontiac sedan) and some war medals.
There was more–we were getting company, I wanted to change out of the odd thing–soert of like a track suit made out of a shower curtain–I had been wearing, couldn’t get it off, that sort of thing–but can’t remember any more.
Paging Dr. Jung. . . . .
Comments (3)
pssh.. the NSA knew what you dreamt before you wrote this. they wiretapped your skull. :p
was sister the same way in the dream as today, or was she little (cuz mom was young)?
Here’s my interpretation: you ate a bad twinky that came outta the dumpster, LOL.
okay wait – you have inner desires to feel the warmth & comfort of mom. Seestor was there so you’d have someone to feel superior to.
You’re still pissed at mom for selling all his german pistols knives, etc – that’s what seeing dad was all about, to get stuff you felt you deserved to have.
Wearing odd clothes (or bathware?) maybe shows some vunerability and you felt the need to fix it.
Saying for the week: If ya wanna change yer luck, ya gotta rub a duck on your butt at midnight during the next full moon … you go first & lemme know! (it was a jammy party thing, but really funny)
Okay, the Great WhooooDeeneee is signing off now. WSSHHHHHHHHHH (and away she flies on her broomstick into the sunset…)
Love ya!
It means you are out of tuna fish.