Did you miss me? I wasn’t able to blog last week due to being without an Internet connection but I’m back in the room now and normal service is resumed.
This week I’m talking about dreams. I’ve always found them fascinating. What do they all mean? I love trying to work mine out – I try to translate them in to my ‘real time’ life, my thoughts and concerns. Here’s one I had at the weekend. Picture this…
I was sitting on a long bench in the middle of a busy shopping centre with my Mum (who passed away in 1999). The bench was the sort you’d see in a park. We were taking part in a training course – for what exactly, I don’t know. We weren’t alone either; there were other people seated and participating also.
Then it was clearly time to wrap up as people began to stand ready to leave. There was a gentleman sitting opposite us, a black man, and I knew he was once very famous in the music world. (I’m thinking, someone like Billy Ocean but not him and no one I actually recognise in ‘real time’). In my dream I knew he had fallen from a very great height of stardom. He was wearing black eye liner and bright red lipstick. He had his own style going on.
He liked to tell stories. He was a ‘jaw-me-dead’ and I knew from past experience that when he started talking, people would groan silently because they knew they were in for a long ride and a touch of snooze time! 😉 Mum and I stood to leave, but Mr Jaw-Me-Dead launched in to a story.
“They say I have sexual cancer, you know…” he announced. He was with a lady, (nondescript) and she hurried him just by pulling at his arm and got him to stand. He clearly realised his story had to be terminated right there.
As he stood, so did we, but he could only stand in a squatting position. He was wearing black skin-tight cotton leggings (something I virtually live in at home!). As he squatted and rocked side to side and attempted to turn his back to us to walk away, the sunshine hit his bottom and legs and Mum and I could see that the leggings were hanging slightly lower than they should be. The sunlight made the leggings transparent momentarily around the crotch area and we could see the outline of his bulging ‘underneath parts’ as he awkwardly walked away in squatting position!
We were standing and I realised I had left my handbag on the ground at the bench directly behind me. I turned to retrieve it and in doing so I noticed a man’s long tweed coat thrown there filling two thirds of the bench. The coat moved suddenly and there was in actual fact a man inside it. I realised it was a tramp and I assumed he’d been there all night (but how can he have been, when we were just sitting there moments before?). I picked up my bag and had a strong feeling that money had been stolen from my purse (inside the bag) by the man on the bench. At this point I awoke!
Normally I can’t remember my dreams in such detail, or sometimes I can but only for a minute or two and then the memory fades quickly. This time however, I continued to recall the dream for five to ten minutes and then my partner awoke and I recounted it all to him. I think this is why I can remember it all in as much detail today.
Any dreams analysts out there?