aintnoglory
07-21-2010, 01:38 PM
while i am awake, i live,
so i can fall asleep
and dream of life.
i want to tell you about a dream i've most recently had.
i can not recall most of the details up until one specific point
where i realized i was dreaming. (so it goes)
as i anticipate the rapid approach of a festival at Horning's Hideout,
my dreams seem more real that my day-to-day life.
there's a river of people being herded into a huge colleseum.
the gateway is something archaic.
huge wooden doors and scaffolding, as if it is being renovated.
balloons and streamers and glitter shower us as we enter.
throngs of people, and i, are ushered into the huge ceiling-less room.
there was a panel of judges waiting at the front of the room. but these judges looked like fictional characters.
gods and goddesses, perhaps. glowing brilliantly. golden and royal purple.
even some colors i have never seen in waking life.
the room was lined with desks, and we all took a seat and waited for directions to be passed out.
just like in highschool, where you "take one and pass 'em," sheets of paper were shared throughout the room.
i did not receive a piece of paper, but i noticed the people behind me all received one.
how could i have missed it?
when i looked back, i noticed an old acquaintence sitting directly behind me.
his eyes were googley, bubbling out of their socets in a cartoon-like way.
when i turned to face the front again, he started braiding my hair.
(this is where i noticed i was dreaming)
he kept pulling tighter and tighter until my head seemed to be pulled backwards,
i was viewing the stars and the solarsystem.
as i looked forward again, one of the judges was floating closer and closer to me to give me the piece of paper.
before she had a chance to set the paper on my desk,
i suddenly woke up.
just last night, i told a friend about this dream.
he said to me that he "knows" what it is supposed to mean, but he can not tell me
because i have to learn it for myself. obviously.
so i ask myself, what do "judges" symbolize?
in dreaming life and in waking life?
the list i came up with is pathetic.
judges: honesty, justice, liberty, Rights, Government.
there's gotta be more, right.
passing judgment to get into a string cheese incident show seems to me to be absolutely ridiculous.
so it goes.
i looked up "meanings" of dreams.
judge:
psychological meanings: self-reproach, guilt, fear of getting caught, fear of a 'secret plan' being revealed
representation of society and the way it judges you (general)
Freud's interpretation would include the personification of the super-ego:
"the standard of conventional morality that you assimilated from your parents or society"
(this aspect may censor your instinctive feelings and desires)
mystical meaning: "your sharp tongue will make you a new friend"
the braid may symbolize childhood, or self restraint. (now that's something i don't do so well with)
that peice of paper seemed to be awfully significant as well.
it was a basic eight-and-a-half by eleven sheet of white printing paper.
it had a rectangle on it.
that was all.
last night i tried to continue dreaming where i had left off.
of course, i couldn't.
i actually triggered an other dream i have had since childhood.
and i finished it. after eighteen years, i finally did it.
but that would be an other story.
any thoughts about that piece of paper?
so i can fall asleep
and dream of life.
i want to tell you about a dream i've most recently had.
i can not recall most of the details up until one specific point
where i realized i was dreaming. (so it goes)
as i anticipate the rapid approach of a festival at Horning's Hideout,
my dreams seem more real that my day-to-day life.
there's a river of people being herded into a huge colleseum.
the gateway is something archaic.
huge wooden doors and scaffolding, as if it is being renovated.
balloons and streamers and glitter shower us as we enter.
throngs of people, and i, are ushered into the huge ceiling-less room.
there was a panel of judges waiting at the front of the room. but these judges looked like fictional characters.
gods and goddesses, perhaps. glowing brilliantly. golden and royal purple.
even some colors i have never seen in waking life.
the room was lined with desks, and we all took a seat and waited for directions to be passed out.
just like in highschool, where you "take one and pass 'em," sheets of paper were shared throughout the room.
i did not receive a piece of paper, but i noticed the people behind me all received one.
how could i have missed it?
when i looked back, i noticed an old acquaintence sitting directly behind me.
his eyes were googley, bubbling out of their socets in a cartoon-like way.
when i turned to face the front again, he started braiding my hair.
(this is where i noticed i was dreaming)
he kept pulling tighter and tighter until my head seemed to be pulled backwards,
i was viewing the stars and the solarsystem.
as i looked forward again, one of the judges was floating closer and closer to me to give me the piece of paper.
before she had a chance to set the paper on my desk,
i suddenly woke up.
just last night, i told a friend about this dream.
he said to me that he "knows" what it is supposed to mean, but he can not tell me
because i have to learn it for myself. obviously.
so i ask myself, what do "judges" symbolize?
in dreaming life and in waking life?
the list i came up with is pathetic.
judges: honesty, justice, liberty, Rights, Government.
there's gotta be more, right.
passing judgment to get into a string cheese incident show seems to me to be absolutely ridiculous.
so it goes.
i looked up "meanings" of dreams.
judge:
psychological meanings: self-reproach, guilt, fear of getting caught, fear of a 'secret plan' being revealed
representation of society and the way it judges you (general)
Freud's interpretation would include the personification of the super-ego:
"the standard of conventional morality that you assimilated from your parents or society"
(this aspect may censor your instinctive feelings and desires)
mystical meaning: "your sharp tongue will make you a new friend"
the braid may symbolize childhood, or self restraint. (now that's something i don't do so well with)
that peice of paper seemed to be awfully significant as well.
it was a basic eight-and-a-half by eleven sheet of white printing paper.
it had a rectangle on it.
that was all.
last night i tried to continue dreaming where i had left off.
of course, i couldn't.
i actually triggered an other dream i have had since childhood.
and i finished it. after eighteen years, i finally did it.
but that would be an other story.
any thoughts about that piece of paper?