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Posted by Racer on December 16, 2004, at 20:13:17
Had this one a while ago, think I pretty much know what it means...
Background: I drive about fifty miles most weeks to take my mother to the market. Mother does not drive -- a fact for which we who know her are profoundly grateful, and you should be too -- and I have been her taxi service since I first got a license to drive.
So, in the dream, I'm driving to my mother's, on the road that really leads to her place, but Dr EyeCandy is in the passenger seat of the car I'm driving. It's not my car -- my beloved car, named Carmilla for the story by Sheridan LeFanu -- but maybe my husband's Porsche? Something with a functional, non-luxury interior, but a fair amount of power and manouverability, at any rate. Driving on this road, there's a long low hill, and driving up it the car feels as if it's struggling to keep going. Starting after a red light is hard, like it is when a manual transmission is overweighted. I continue driving, on my way to my mother's, realizing at some point I'll have to make a right turn, because Mother will be at the market already for some reason.
Through all this, Dr EyeCandy is silent, and motionless. I know he's still alive, but he seems uncomfortable for some reason, which I attribute to being uncomfortable being with me.
When I turn the corner, he falls over to his left -- his body doesn't move, just pivots so that his upper body is resting on my shoulder, and his legs are kinda bumping into the door. He doesn't move, doesn't say anything, just stays fallen over on my shoulder, while I'm trying to drive the car -- with a manual transmission and a very heavy rear mounted engine -- and also trying to shift him back to a comfortable sitting position. (Mind you, all this it taking place while driving on a busy street that fills in for a highway through the city. We're not talking two lane residential here, this is six lane highway through a city.)
I have my ideas of what it all means, but I want to hear what others have to say...
(Thanks, GG, what fun to show off my unconscious in public. Guess I'd better get going in therapy, so that I can dust the cobwebs off it, huh?)
Posted by daisym on December 17, 2004, at 0:56:40
In reply to Dreams? Here's on with Dr EyeCandy -- Daisy? GG?, posted by Racer on December 16, 2004, at 20:13:17
So, in the dream, I'm driving to my mother's, on the road that really leads to her place, but Dr EyeCandy is in the passenger seat of the car I'm driving. It's not my car -- my beloved car, named Carmilla for the story by Sheridan LeFanu -- but maybe my husband's Porsche? Something with a functional, non-luxury interior, but a fair amount of power and manouverability, at any rate. Driving on this road, there's a long low hill, and driving up it the car feels as if it's struggling to keep going. Starting after a red light is hard, like it is when a manual transmission is overweighted. I continue driving, on my way to my mother's, realizing at some point I'll have to make a right turn, because Mother will be at the market already for some reason.
****Ok, this part sounds a lot like your therapy experiences. Not luxury, but functional. Not "your" car (not your previous, successful therapy) but maybe your husband's? I know you were doing couple's therapy, and he was very concerned about your individual therapy situation. It was definately an "up hill" climb to get what you needed. And very hard to get going after a stop of any kind.
Through all this, Dr EyeCandy is silent, and motionless. I know he's still alive, but he seems uncomfortable for some reason, which I attribute to being uncomfortable being with me.***He didn't listen to you when you were seeing him, now he isn't responsive in the car. Still treating you the same way.
When I turn the corner, he falls over to his left -- his body doesn't move, just pivots so that his upper body is resting on my shoulder, and his legs are kinda bumping into the door. He doesn't move, doesn't say anything, just stays fallen over on my shoulder, while I'm trying to drive the car -- with a manual transmission and a very heavy rear mounted engine -- and also trying to shift him back to a comfortable sitting position. (Mind you, all this it taking place while driving on a busy street that fills in for a highway through the city. We're not talking two lane residential here, this is six lane highway through a city.)
***Such a great visual to how your therapy went with him! He "falls over" (failed you) and leans on you! You have to keep shifting and changing gears and navigating all the things that come up at the same time of making him comfortable (meeting his needs.) He is helpless to help himself or you. And the "heavy rear engine" -- your body image?
Of course, what you think your dream means is so much more important. I'd like to hear your interpretation. I'll post my dream below, so as not to "steal" your thread.
Posted by gardenergirl on December 17, 2004, at 9:08:52
In reply to Re: Dreams? Here's on with Dr EyeCandy -- Daisy? GG? » Racer, posted by daisym on December 17, 2004, at 0:56:40
Well poo...What Daisy said.
Seriously, I had exactly the same inferences from it.
I also thought that perhaps Dr. EyeCandy is deadweight you might be still carrying around a bit.
Wow, your unconscious in public...and it's not even a naked or bathing dream! ;)
gg
Posted by Racer on December 18, 2004, at 19:35:37
In reply to Re: Dreams? Here's on with Dr EyeCandy -- Daisy? GG? » daisym, posted by gardenergirl on December 17, 2004, at 9:08:52
This dream was long enough ago that I was still seeing him, so it's not deadweight I'm still carrying around in the dream. Otherwise, yeah, you both came up with about what I did. He's not helping, I'm trying to carry him.
It's kind of true, too: back before The Great Betrayal, I would find myself overstating any benefits from the meds he prescribed, just to try to win his approval by getting better, and also to help him feel successful. Um... Someone slap me upside the head and remind me that I was the patient?
I thought it was interesting, in the dream, that the car wouldn't run as well with him in it, and that he was totally rigid. Hmmm.... Wonder what those bits mean? He's not flexible in his views? He's holding the process of recovery back? Maybe he's holding that process back through his rigidity?
Man, I do like dream analysis...
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