I am having the weirdest dreams of late,
All stress related,
But still …
They are so vivid and real,
I almost feel dizzy when I wake up and try to sort things out.
Last night’s dream found me in San Diego doing one of my weekend excursions …
Though this time I apparently wasn’t conventioning,
But just down there drinking,
At some point this group of people I didn’t know and I krossed the border …
’Cause apparently it’s easy to do.
We ended up drinking cervezas on some waterfront deck.
Pretty much the same thing I end up doing when I’m home,
Except for the waterfront part, and …
Being across the border part.
Though in the summer,
The waterfront part actually happens at times.
I’m having a good time on this waterfront deck …
Doing the Amy-thing,
Which generally consists of doing my best to make sure everyone is having a good time,
When some chick walks up to me …
And Function Calls.
It’s even permeating my dreams now.
Plus there I was,
Across the border,
I have to believe I silently quoted my ancestor …
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.“
I’m not sure exactly how I got out the predicament,
But I remember making my way aggressively down a boardwalk,
Where there was a crowd of people hurrying down the boardwalk too,
In the same direction as I.
It was crowded and rushed,
Some people stumbled.
I remember helping as many of them as I could along.
Editor’s note: I have to give myself credit, in what appeared to be a moment of crisis, I think I was pretty calm ! 🙂
Some girl was hysterical about not having her plane ticket,
So I went back to this bar on the boardwalk and bought her a plane ticket,
From a Cylon of all things.
And not one of the human form Cylons,
But the original metal ones with the spooky scanning red eye.
Hey, it’s a dream … it’s not expected to make sense. *shrug*
I pushed my way back to her and just as I gave her the ticket,
Someone pushed me and I stumbled into an empty apartment.
I heard a noise in one of the kitchen drawers,
So I opened it up,
And ended up getting viciously attacked by an angry squirrel.
It was a killer squirrel I tell you !!! 🙂
Which for purposes of symbolism,
Is probably the most interesting part of this dream,
And oddly enough,
Is something even I noted while defending myself from the squirrel attack during the dream.
(Context Hint: One of Joe’s more common nicknames in the later years of his life was “squirrel“.)
I then was in a dark alley,
Back pressed against a door
Hearing all sorts of rumblings,
Leading up to confrontation,
When the door opened up and caused me to fall into a hallway.
The door closed and locked by some young chica,
Who turned to me and said with a smile …
“Hi Amy. I thought you could use a hand. I’m a viewer.“
Gawd, I love my viewers !!!
Thank you !!!
I’m beginning to really dislike squirrels !!!
Weird dreams, Amy. It’ll be up to you to interpret what they mean as symbols can have so many different interpretations.
Personally, I just dream of being at work.
Weird dreams probably from too much dieting. Speaking of which, I’m on a 30 day diet. So far, I’ve lost 15 days.
yep, every explanation reveals as much about the explainer as about what’s being explained…
one of the reasons i never turned pro;
i don’t trust just anyone with insights
into my perceptions…
(She said revealingly.)
Actually, it sounds like everyday reality here in San Diego, especially in South Mission on the ocean side. The squirrels and the Cylons are always out there…and other creatures too!
On that note, go have a great Cinco de Mayo!
Squirrels,squirrels,squirrels! Reminds me of another classic movie..”Caddyshack”.
Well kids … just be glad I didn’t share with you last night’s dream !!! 🙂
You know though, I’m really not sure I’m ever going to feel safe when a squirrel is in my near presence again !!! 🙂
I am so in the mood now for a Monty Python film festival !!! 🙂
You bought a ticket from a Cylon….
“Sometimes a cigar is only a cigar.”
What is the old style Cylon but a computer controlled machine? How do you buy plane tickets? Via a computer, perhaps?
I wonder whether dream analysis tells more about the analyst than the dream? Is it really a pre-mpeg “Rorschach in motion” test?
Wauw, weird dream. But not that uncommon, I have them too … but luckely I don’t remember them when I wake-up 🙂
But dreams have a tendicy to get really weird during stressfull times.
it could be a phallic thing,
possibly a suggestion of sexual disatisfaction,
but i don’t think so…
more likely it represents
the dehumanizing effects of what
you sometimes go through
dealing with people dealing with you…
thanks for asking;
i should have noticed that the first time through…
LOL!!! HOLY HAND GRENADE!!! Thanks MacGyver, I forgot about that … here’s a refresher:
Holding the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch]
King Arthur: How does it… um… how does it work?
Sir Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
King Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments.
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one.
Cleric: [reading] And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, “O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.” And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu…
Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother…
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, “First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.
Brother Maynard: Amen.
King Arthur: Right. One… two… five.
Galahad: Three, sir.
King Arthur: Three.
Bring out the holy hand granade!
Oh, and as far as the diet thang goes … I’m doing fruit-yogurt-veggies in preparation for the Dr. Z 8-hour-a-thon … so if you make a Micky-D run … I SWEAR I won’t tell, just take me with you, PLEAZZZZZ!
Oops, gotta go … I think I hear the carb police knocking at my door … Uh officer, these aren’t the carbs you’re looking for, move along …
Ya’ know I’ve been thinking about the Cylon ticketmaster … let’s see its kinda’ a monster and it has one eye … uh-oh, symbolism alert … one-eyed monster liven’ large and stiff as steel! Amy girl, maybe you just need a little “action” ;0)
Sorry … its been a SLOOOOOW day, yawn.
Yodette, loved the squirrel nuts joke … sure didn’t see that one coming! Though if it were a T-squirrel, missing nuts wouldn’t be much of a problem, ay? 😛
Holy Krap … too many mushroooooms with that diet of yours???? 🙂
You know Amy i just read this and when i was going out to work the other day there was a group of squirrels staring at me …kinda gave me the creeps and i swear one had a red mechanical eye….. maybe there is more to this ?
ROFLMAO !!! LOL OMG !!! Excellent One Yodette !!! 🙂
That was a damn good, topical, double entendre joke there folks … that’s why she’s the Mahster !!!
How do you make a squirrel angry? Take away his nuts?
(I better hide for a while.)
…dang…I’m glad you didn’t get attacked by a ferocious rabbit…with big teeth…I woulda soiled my armor…
(for those who don’t get it…an obscure Monty Python reference…)
Wow Stacy !!! Thanks for the analysis … that’s very nice !!! Your gypsy skills are strong !!! 🙂
Though any idea where that ticket agent Cylon comes from ??? 🙂
LOL Too funny Kelly !!! 🙂
Sharon … Let me tell you girl, with this damn diet thang I’ve got happen, I love to have pizza induced nightmares if that meant I got to enjoy a pizza !!! Woo hoo !!! 🙂
the feeling that where ever you go,
you could at any moment be outted…
just last week i was poking around
my blog archives,
and came across one in which i said
that if you have a fault,
it is that you are, perhaps, too supportive…
you recognize that whatever you do,
you never want to stop being concerned
for people in general,
and friends in particular…
you feel just a bit nuts;
although the nickname connection
suggests that there is some aspect of
your former life which has been
but wants to find expression
in your current presentation…
you recognize that helpfulness
is not a one-way thing…
you can accept help when it’s needed
just as adroitly as you offer it…
a tastefully understated dream…
i am part gypsy;
interpreting dreams is my most
hope that helps…
I should be working right now, but…..I’m having a bad day so the internet is calling me…
Talk with ya later girl!
Hmmmm, sometimes eating pizza too close to bedtime gives me strange dreams … but your’s is a doozie!
If an angry, “killer” squirrel represents Joe, is Joe upset with Amy for some reason? Though wouldn’t Joe be thanking Amy for bringing her to life.
Then, again … its just a dream … maybe you just ate some bad squirrel before going to bed.
And WE are pretty crazy about YOU too, though I really don’t have much against squirrels! Of course, if you are driving in your car with your significant other and one of them doesn’t get out of the way and she makes you take the squirrel to the vet where they have to order the “special tiny instruments”, well then I dislike them! “We had a deal”!