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I had a dream yesterday where I was a passenger on a bus
driving down a bleak highway. It
was impossible to exit the bus except during the stops at specific stations. Behind me out of view a woman with an
English accent was speaking to a companion seated next to her regarding a man
they had noticed trudging outside in the rain. Her lilting voice peaked my curiosity so I looked out the
window at the man. I was the man. I looked very tired and unsure of where
I was going, just mindlessly walking.
I pulled the wire of the bus trying to get the driver to stop so I could
help myself and get out of the rain.
The bell rang with increasing urgency but the driver didn’t flinch. The bus just kept driving. I watched myself disappear as we drove
away.
I don’t know why I had this Bergmanesque dream. I don’t know what it means. I am glad I wasn't playing chess with Death. I'm not much of a chess player. I do know that the only thing more
boring to others than dreams is talking about your fantasy football team (which
mine won yesterday by the way).
The only exception to that rule is if the person you tell the about the
dream is a cast member in that dream, in which case they will find it
fascinating. As an aside, never tell someone that you had a dream about them dying unless you really want to mess with someone's mind. Everyone becomes superstitious when you foretell their demise.
It would be a nice diversion to seek treatment with a psychoanalyst
where the two of us would spend an inordinate amount of time discussing the
content and potential meaning of my dreams.
I would definitely go to a Freudian.
I think that would be the most enjoyable and offer the least amount of
possible benefit. “So my mother was
sitting in a rocking chair in a very revealing gown while knitting a sweater. When I looked closer I noticed that the yarn
she was using was actually coming from my father’s beard. My father sat at her feet crying and naked
with his beard acting like a spindle. I
knew the sweater was meant for me. No
one spoke. Then I boarded the train and
went into a long tunnel where my teeth promptly fell out.” The doctor will take off his glasses and
clean them carefully as he thoughtfully prepares his next utterance. He places the spectacles back on his face. He then makes lengthy notations in a notepad
without even glancing at me. “Interesting…”
he says. He then stares at me as I stare
back for the next 18 minutes in silence. The session ends.
I need to look into my health insurance plan for this type of coverage. Maybe I can go to Austria for this therapy. I will sit outside during the morning in a chair
with a blanket across my legs while gazing at a distant white mountain
top. “Herr Miller? Are you ready to take the waters?” I nod yes and am placed in an antique
wheelchair to be rolled into a severe white tiled spa where stern meaty armed
women work me over with 1920s era medical equipment giving me forced hot spring enemas
and agonizing massages. Then will follow
more analysis. Then a bleak dinner of a
watery porridge followed by silently sitting in a common room where an old
phonograph plays Germanic marching band music.
Lights out at 8. Never 8:01. Always 8 on the dot. After a month I will take an ocean liner back
to The States. I will smoke cigarettes and
gaze forlornly at the cloudy horizon. At
dinner at the captain’s table I will sit mostly silently until someone breaks
the ice.
I say my good man!
You’re a Yank I gather? Back to
the States? “Yes. I had the therapy at The Rudolfinerhaus.” Taken the waters my good man? That will put you back on the path! Good man!
Chip chip! I will then smile
meekly and sip my gin, pausing to light my unfiltered cigarette. “Excuse me all. I’m afraid I must retire to my cabin. I am suddenly overcome with
exhaustion. I wish to thank you all for
a splendid evening.” The other diners
will exchange glances. I push my chair in and walk away slowly. That poor man.
Or I could watch a little TV and just forget about it.
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ReplyDeleteAs luck would have it, I completed the above online course only moments ago and have taken the liberty of analyzing your dream. There will be no fee, in light of our many years of friendship. Ok? Here it is:
You're gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with that). The train represents self-denial, the woman with the accent represents propriety, and that's your gay self walking outside in the rain. Possibly on the way to a techno dance club. You must not ignore this dream. Nor must you fear it. I've seen you dance, you're going to be fine.
This is very disappointing but as I can see, you appear to be an expert. Thank you for your diagnosis.
ReplyDeleteOh boy, this is awkward, but after reanalyzing the symbols it turns out you just fear public speaking. Whoops!
ReplyDeleteI gotta get out of this Broadway Show season pass I just bought...
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