"Dream a little dream of me..."



I’m starting to think my subconscious doesn’t like me.

Last night I dreamt I was Carol Thatcher’s secret lover.*shudder*
To be fair, she was very nice to me; took me out to fancy restaurants, booked us into bijou hotels, never mentioned her mother… And she was strangely vulnerable and insecure in private (insecurities which I naturally tried to assuage…) -But… But… Carol Thatcher?!
Aw, c’mon subconscious! Can’t you do better than that? Please?

My dream life is often a very troubled affair. Apart from the mundane re-workings of daily life (-all day I’m at work, then all night I dream about it. How very restful…) and the usual panic/insecurity dreams, I have periods where I have very lucid, very realistic, very odd dreams.

Other dreams have included clubbing Charlotte Church to oblivion with her own artificial leg; spending all night up to my chin in a pond of mud, waiting for “the king of the frogs”; eating a mandolin to music as a cabaret artiste; working as a stripper, but never taking off more than my duffel coat and, recurrently, that the wallpaper is trying to send me messages - but I can’t quite figure out what it’s saying until I rip it off the wall and it dies. Er… Yes.

I’m not sure analysis is helpful at this point. Strong sedation maybe, but analysis? No…
But if anyone has any suggestions as to how I could have more pleasurable or even restful dreams, I’m all ears.*




*I’m rather hoping that that particular image won’t trigger a horribly literal dream, but if it does, you’ll be the first to hear about it, medication permitting.

6 comments:

y said...

I really, really like the wallpaper one. It's a bit like that novel, the Yellow Wallpaper. doesn't the heroin die in the end or something? oops. Sorry.
I have no idea what it all means.

Fuzzy said...

working as a stripper, but never taking off more than my duffel coat and, recurrently is in actual fact my last Saturday night job. I was a novelty act, it didn't pay well. Subtlety is wasted on desperately randy.

The Charlotte Church dream seems perfectly lucid to me!

hers said...

Ah, but do you dream in colour or in monochromatics. That's the big question that I'd like to know.

The Gripes of Wrath said...

Oh hell. Yes, she does die inn The Yellow Wallpaper (although it is more of a novella, really) *wail* - and now I'm wondering if maybe it's Heather Mills McCartney's leg with which I'm battering "open doors" Church...

And yes, I always dream in full Technicolor, surround sound and even taste/texture/smell... I'm just lucky that way. I wake up knackered most mornings...

*sigh*

c'lam said...

any dream featuring charlotte church i a good dream.

Anne said...

I used to dream that Paul McCartney had dumped Linda and married me.
No wait, that was more of a fond wish than a dream....
I've had the "wandering in a strange town with no way home" dream many times. Too much garlic, perhaps?