Dream imagery compared to a two-by-four upside the head

[squeequeg]

After a long, stressful week, I dreamed last night that I was doing even more stressful things (running a con, attempting to feed half of the congoers, straightening out the other half's love lives). Then the entire cast of said dream stopped to sing "For Now," from the Avenue Q soundtrack, complete with choreography and multiple voice parts. I joined in on the last line: "Everything in life is only for now."

Thanks, subconscious. Not so big on subtlety, are we?

Comments

[squirrelhaven.livejournal.com]

I see I'm not the only one who dreams in billboards. (Maybe you've heard me mention my recurring dream that D and I have a baby and bring it home to discover that we have no crib, no diapers, no baby clothes, no stroller, etc., and in the dream I actually say the words "We're just not ready for this!")

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't get me started on baby dreams. Not good. Really not good.

[2h2o.livejournal.com]

Well, you could try out my dreams for a while....

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

No, no, thanks. I like my sanity.

[minyan.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, and I just dreampt that I returned to an avatar of my brother's high school on a mission to reach the swimming pool. On the lawn, I encountered two men wearing giant dragonfly kites and three or four women in white, petal-like dresses. I had to play a kind of formalized tag to get by them, waving my arms as though I was doing the breast stroke and then bowing. Then I set off across a field, with a monk and his son, in ankle deep snow that grew abruptly deeper, to waist height and then to chest height . . . and as I woke up, the child said Outwardly, he is prepared. Outwardly, so are you.

Yeah. At least the dragonflies were beautiful. Sky-blue.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's both scary and beautiful.

[dwhistler.livejournal.com]

I've always been rather fond of my recurring telekinesis dreams...I'm pretty sure I know the message: I want telekinesis. I want it stupid. The epic battle in the (catwalk of my high school auditorium/rafters of the Billsville college pool) against an alien-possessed squirrel with incredible jumping powers and my only weapon being the old bolster pillow from my youth was a little tougher to decipher.