8
Dec
Posted in Armchair Psychologist | 4 Comments »
photo credit: Robert Banh
You’re hardly even sposed to tell people about your dreams, much less write about them, but I have had such a bizarre collection of REM-thought in the past few days that I can’t help it.
1.) In this one I was the child in a terrorist family. They were all about to commit ritual suicide, but I wasn’t ready to die. So I escaped out of the second-story window of a house that looked much like that of my childhood, and began to roll down hill after hill. Except they weren’t so much hills as broccoli, and I was rolling over the tops of huge broccoli trees. And then I woke up.
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Tags: broccoli, broccoli trees, chicken fingers, dream interpretation, grass is greener, insomnia, job dreams, jobless dreams, media, nasi goreng, print is dead, rioja, ritual suicide, sleeping like a baby, too busy, weird dreams
20
Sep
Posted in Confessions | No Comments »
photo credit: crumj
I’ve been having weird dreams about my past. In one of them, I was about to marry the boy who lived across the street from me when I was in 5th grade.
In real life, he was notable for the trampoline in his backyard, and, in middle school, after he and his family moved from our block to another block that was still in my school district but less alcohol-friendly—presumably retaining the trampoline—for performing “Nothin But a Good Time” with his buddies to an audience of admiring 7th graders.
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Tags: '80s music, anything but a bad time, bret michaels, chaucer, dream interpretation, facebook, frame story, isaac bashevis singer, nothin' but a good time, oak park middle, poison, rock n roll
