Posted by gardenergirl on September 14, 2005, at 22:13:14
Hi.
I had an interesting dream the other morning. I didn’t go to therapy that day, likely because I was avoiding dealing with some of the stuff we had talked about last time. (Run away! Run away!) The dream seems chock full of symbolism. Anyone want to have a go at it?I was in front of a grocery store, and I was participating in this sort of reality show challenge game thing. An older man (when thinking about it later, he reminded me of my T), was asking a question, and the answer to the question involved going to this group of busts of men’s heads and standing by the one you thought was the answer. There were eight busts and eight people playing, so no one could choose the same bust for their answer. One of the people playing was someone I didn’t like, and I really wanted to beat this person at the game. Turns out we both were wrong, if I remember correctly. So then the group of us were sitting around the picnic table in front, just hanging out. Then this old 50’s ish convertible car just drove right into the store through the glass doors. I remember thinking, “What gives them the right to do that? What nerve!” Next the older man was kind of waving away a bunch of gnats or flies or something, and I thought to myself, “It’s probably me who’s attracting those, because I stink!” (I really really needed to have a shower that a.m.) So I went into the store to escape the chance that someone might actually smell me and complain. I also thought I’d go tell off that person who just drove right into the store.
I got inside, and the convertible car was gone, but there were a bunch of sort of full size, yet sort of like toy cars parked where the carts usually are, and I yelled at the people by those cars anyway. Then I wandered off to shop. I found some cut up chicken breast meat that I thought would be great for stir-fry, but when I picked up the package, I noticed it was torn open in the center and I put it back and wiped my hands. I looked at vegetables in these shrink wrap packages, but they were too expensive for the measly portions in there. I wandered around more, and also commented to a blonde woman that the vegetable selection was poor.
Then I found myself wandering down this long narrow hallway. (Don’t laugh!) I thought to myself, “This doesn’t seem like a very good path to the rest of the store, but maybe there are some rooms with other stuff off of the hallway.” On the right there was a stock room area that was off-limits to the general public. I looked through the doorway and wondered if I could get back to the main area of the store by cutting through there, but I didn’t think it was allowed. Up ahead there was a door to the outside at the end of the hall on the left side. A handmade corrugated cardboard sign said “To Produce” with an arrow pointing out the door. Outside you could see a kind of patio and grassy area, and back to the left was the back end of the store. You would have had to go out and walk around the right of the back of the building back to the front of the store to get back in. I looked up at the sky and thought, “I’m not going that way. It’s probably going to rain,” so I decided to go back up the hallway the way I came. Then I must have woken up.
Allrighty then. Have at it!
Thanks in advance for whatever associations or interpretations you have to this.
gg
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