One of the guys I used to work with was a big believer in dream interpretation. He was convinced that the objects and happenings in our dreams were metaphors for real events going on in our lives. Whenever someone would have a weird dream, he would drag out this dream interpretation paperback that listed what things meant and psychoanalyze our lives. Of course, we started messing with him after we saw how serious he was about it, so he got to where he wouldn’t even discuss dreams. All of this came back to me recently as I began wondering about the implications of recent dream.
In this dream, I was stuck in some poorly made horror movie. There were several people I knew in the dream and we were in a big crowd scene. Each person in the crowd had an opposing villain that was attempting to torment their prey. My villain was a sinister clown-type guy with a bunch of little marbles on strings. I’m not really sure of the intended purpose of this device and I don’t remember being particularly afraid of the device during the dream. However, I recognized this fellow was a bad guy and likely had extremely sinister plans for his undefined device. While attempting to find something to defend myself with, I found pool ball in my pocket and threw at him. Surprisingly, he seemed terrified of my newly discovered weapon and even more surprisingly, I found an endless supply of pool balls in my pocket. Every time I stuck my hand in my pocket, a pool ball was ready for the taking. So, I ran after my antagonist, chucking pool balls and rallying my friends to do the same. We soon turned the tide on the villains and began to pursue them. During this pursuit, I became aware that Gary and Jake had joined with me in a sort of “let’s get ‘em boys” sort of way. At that point, I realized something astounding was about to happen because the music in the movie had morphed into the sort of triumphal, heroic melody you often hear in poorly made movies. The villains were climbing up on some kind of a loading dock and I realized this was the point in the movie where I saved the day. I reached into my pocket and retrieved the decisive pool ball. I could tell by the way this particular ball felt in my hand that I held an object capable of changing the course of the universe. The stars were aligned and the villains were arrayed on the loading dock in such a fashion that this one pool ball would bring their demise. As I began my throwing motion, I realized that I was unable to raise my arm. At first I thought some evil force might be restraining me, but I came to the realization it was simply because Jake was standing too close and I didn’t have room to raise my arm. As a result, the villains escaped and were able to regroup, as villains are often fond of doing. Luckily, Jake and I were able to make our escape when we flagged down my parents as they drove by. Feeling relieved at being out of this sinister location, I was soon horrified to look back and see we were being pursued by a maniac on a motorcycle. We got stuck in traffic, which worked to the advantage of the maniac on the motorcycle since he was able to zig and zag through traffic. As he drew near, Mom started unlocking the car doors in case we needed to escape. I keep re-locking the doors while trying to explain the benefits of locked doors, i.e., keeping the maniac outside the vehicle. We were finally able pull out of traffic onto a country road and began to speed away with the maniac in pursuit. I noticed Pop was swerving all over the road and when I looked forward, he was messing with the overhead console. When I questioned him about the unnecessary messing and swerving, he stated he was trying to cancel his On Star service since he didn’t really need it. I questioned the validity of his decision, to which he responded with a challenge to name one reason to keep the service. I screamed, “Because there is a maniac on a motorcycle chasing us and it would be nice to be able to contact someone to say, ‘Help! There’s a maniac on a motorcycle chasing us!’ “
That’s all I remember from the dream unfortunately. No epic battle. No conquering hero. Just a trailing off into nothingness as the maniac on a motorcycle drew nearer. So, any of you amateur psychologists want to take a crack at interpreting this dream for me?
sounds like a fear of evil is out to get you, but you have faith on your side and can outmaneuver him. Has temptation come calling at your door in some insidious way? Beware!! Resist all temptations no matter how trivial they may seem,one slip and you could fall. Your Mom & Dad are you Safety zone and being with them you feel safer. So much for dream interpretation. I had a nightmare last night and still can’t shake the feeling of insecurity that I was feeling. Really strange dream!!
Comment by penny — November 6, 2009 @ 4:35 pm |
The fact that each person had a selected villain means that you believe we all have our own enemies, be it The Joker, or something lame like a goblin. Your personal enemy’s selection of weapon may show a hidden fear of small round objects, maybe a suppressed childhood memory. The fact you were unafraid shows that you have overcome this fear in the few seconds it took for you to recognize it, which means you could make a good Chuck Norris. This is again supported in the fact that pool balls are your weapons, which are bigger than marbles and more dominant.
Gary and I joining you signifies us being the ones you would choose to aid you in the occurrence of a zombie outbreak, me because of my vast knowledge of zombies, and Gary for his athletic superiority. Heroic music means nothing because auditory nerves are stupid. Your problem with the pool ball may be because you think I am dragging you down and won’t let you become what you want to be, which is stupid because it’s obviously the other way around.
When we joined up with Mammaw and Pappaw it shows that you feel you can trust them, however their ignorance signifies that you often find yourself regretting it. Mammaw was unlocking the car probably because she was thinking of a worst-case scenario in which a zombie was chasing you, in which you would want to get out of the car, and preferably on a bike, though walking would be fine too. Also, Pappaw had a good idea with Onstar; if the maniac had been with the government and in that case could have tracked you easily.
Comment by Jake (monkeeboyy) — November 10, 2009 @ 1:16 am |