Sunday, July 9, 2006

Is there a psychoanalyst in the house?

Here are a couple of my latest dreams, ready for your interpretation.

Two nights ago:

I was driving through the countryside with the queen of England and her bodyguard. Not really sure how I ended up in their car, it was like they'd picked me up hitchhiking or something. Anyway, Elizabeth and I really hit it off, she seemed to be in her 40s, not her 80s. We chatted and joked around and I asked her if I would be able to visit her next time I was in London. She said that'd be nice and we should go for lunch with Bridget Jones and Rosa Parks. She corrected herself to say Helen Fielding, the author of Bridget Jones, not the character. Then she told me she'd give me her email so we could keep in touch, and I thought it was so cool that the queen used email. I was getting very excited, especially since I figured that the queen could hook me up with another work permit for the UK. Yay! But as we zipped along the gravel road, I realized that Rosa Parks was dead, and this probably wasn't really happening. You know, because it had all been so plausible up til then!

Last night:

I was on some group hike, going along rivers, through tall grass and patches of forest. The next bit is a little unclear, but I ended up being chased by a bear, and then a whole pack of bears. Yes, I realize bears don't really travel in packs. I fell down and curled into a protective ball, thinking I was done for. But luckily I had a saviour! Someone had come over to me and was pretending to be a bear himself, roaring at the other bears to stay away. It worked and they all trudged away. The rest of our hiking group rushed over and I jumped into the arms of my brave rescuer, who was a quiet and sexy young Norwegian scientist. Bizarre. Of course we fell madly in love and seemed to be an amazing couple (with the best ever "how'd you meet?" story). Unfortunately, I don't think things were so perfect in the end, although I can't put a finger on what was going awry. I was left with the feeling that my sweet, Norse god scientist and I were going to get a divorce. One thing that strikes me now, is that he never spoke. Not a single word. Maybe that's because I'm ovrebearing and selfish in my relationships. Or perhaps my unconscious knew that it couldn't get the accent right.

5 comments:

lori said...

Norse God Scientist ... hummm ...
I want one too ;D

Jade said...

wow, I never dream about meeing sexy people... * sigh*wow#2 - you visited me !!!!!!!!!!!!! you must be really bored LOL !

Miss said...

Just get out and travel that\'s what your dreams are telling you....not that i\'m a psychoanalyst or anything...just a lowly Child and Youth Worker with big dreams of not being in Canada anymore....and well that\'s what your dreams are telling you...get out now.....before North Korea gets mad at the US and fires a missle over our land....muhahhahaha.....

hellachella said...

It was because of a breakdown in communication... or maybe you wanted him to keep acting like a bear.. which is something I would divorce someone over.. y\'know if they wanted me to act like a bear all of the time.

bob said...

"One thing that strikes me now, is that he never spoke. Not a single word. Maybe that\'s because I\'m ovrebearing and selfish in my relationships."
 
...you got a norse god dude who is madly in love with you who didn\'t speak a single word - i tend to disagree with your interpretation as to me it seems you merely don\'t know a good thing when you\'ve got it.  A relationship where the guy doesn\'t bombard you with control issues, or baggage, or petty problems... jez hon you got it made!
I know twenty women without even thinking who\'d love to be in your dream lol.  (ps - being overbearing and selfish in a relationship isn\'t necessarily a bad thing, so long as the guy is both understanding enough to know where it\'s coming from and is man enough to be able to deal with it)

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