September 27, 2004

Dream a Little Dream

OK, so I keep having these oral defense dreams. They are pretty weird and symbolic. I am not always sure what the connections are between the images/ideas and my actual pre-defense stress, but I am certain that the dreams are inspired by what will happen on Oct 4th.

Basically I am having two different dreams. The characters and scenery change, but the themes are strong and consistent. The first dream involves me going to an amusement park (the last one was Disneyland). The problem is that I can never quite get there. For example, in my last dream I get on the parking shuttle tram that takes you to the front gate. The tram driver goes through a tunnel and stops at this underground mall, declaring that we have 1 hour before the tram will again depart for the front gate. I am sitting there thinking, “Why don’t you just take us to the front gate?” Everyone gets off the train, completely content to go shopping for an hour. The dream ends with me sitting there wondering why we have to wait an hour to get to the park.

I have had at least half a dozen dreams like this. All of them have two elements 1) I have no control over my desired destination—someone else is always driving or in control; and 2) there is always an unexpected detour. I guess if I thought about it hard enough the meaning of this dream is pretty obvious (I really hadn’t thought about it too much until now).

The second dream, however, is a bit more difficult to understand. In this second dream, I am flying. Sometimes I am just flapping my arms. Last night, I was wearing overalls (I never wear overalls), and I as I yanked on them upward, the pant part of my overalls would fill with air, causing me to gain about 10 feet in altitude. If I kept doing this, I would stay floating high above the traffic. I am always going to school in these dreams, but I never arrive at my destination. I just get caught up in floating over the streets and cars.

If there are any dream analysts out there, feel free. I never really understand my subconscious, but I suppose that is why it is called the subconscious (duh!).

Posted by Frank Yamada at September 27, 2004 07:52 PM
Comments

Dan Prechtel might have some ideas!

Posted by: twyla at September 28, 2004 03:33 AM