Dreams

[janradder]

I very rarely have dreams that I remember now.  Maybe it's that I'm not sleeping that well or that I'm just getting older.  The ones I do remember tend to be those long drawn out anxiety type dreams where I'm trying to get someplace or organize something or they're just dreams where nothing really happens.  Last night though, I had two rather involved dreams.  The first was where haddayr and the boys and I were invited to Thanksgiving dinner at the house of a former high school classmate.  The two of us never liked each other (in fact, I suspect that LIz hated me quite a lot.  As for me, I was never her biggest fan) but for some reason we went and we all had a great time.  When it came time to leave, Liz said goodbye to everyone with a smile and a hug but was very cold with me, giving me a stern frown and putting out her hand to shake, clearly unhappy that I had enjoyed myself as that was not the intended consequence she had had in mind when she'd invited us.

Afterwards, apart from the family, I had to get back to some rendezvous point.  To get there, I sat down on this plywood platform with a bucket seat that had a lever to raise the vehicle up from the ground and a wheel with which to steer it.  In order to get the vehicle to fly, though, you had to believe that it could -- there was no propulsion system other than your belief and wishes.  I thought about the plywood lifting up off the ground and it did a little, after which, I pulled back the lever to get it to rise further into the air, then I thought about it flying forward and it did.  I cruised along above a road that I had driven earlier, watching the cars, careering past treeless mountains and over treeless plains, a  landscape very similar to the Scottish highlands.  It was exhilarating, my windless journey, the earth racing past as I flew through the sky propelled only by my thoughts and imagination.   As I flew, I saw many biplanes.  There was some sort of show going on and pilots from all over had brought their biplanes to fly and show off.  Seeing them, I thought how Arie and Éiden would love to see them and thought about telling them later when I met up with them.  At one point, I was worried that I had lost my way, but I hadn't and eventually landed at my destination.  Once there, the whole family was going to fly in these contraptions but we never got to as I woke up from the dream.

Comments

[deanarae.livejournal.com]

What do you think it was about?

[janradder.livejournal.com]

The part about the dinner, I think, had to do with the memoir I'm writing. It's about growing up an outcast and finding acceptance in punk rock and low budget filmmakers. I've been thinking about it a lot (and writing just about every night, as well), so I think that's why I had this dream about someone I didn't like and who I haven't seen in twenty years. The flying part, I don't know -- I think it was just fun (and I liked that in order to fly I needed to believe I could -- maybe it had to do with getting back to writing but maybe it had nothing to do with that. I have had a couple dreams now about what I'm writing about and the act of writing, itself, so it's a plausible explanation).

[deanarae.livejournal.com]

That's what I thought of when I read about it. Liz kind of represents your past self as the outcast, and maybe some insecurity about the writing project. But you overcame her by having a good time at the dinner, much to her dismay.

Then the joy of flying and the success of believing in it is your faith in yourself and the support of your family, and your ultimate enjoyment of the project.

And that concludes your unsolicited dream analysis for today. $70, please.

[janradder.livejournal.com]

Man, prices have surely gone up since Lucy's 5 cents.