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hrjOne sure symptom of a “meaningful” dream, for me, is when I find myself (in the dream) repeatedly commenting to others that “this is just like stuff that happens to me in dreams.” Sometimes it leads to that moment of “Doh! I think this is one of them!” – especially if the events are particularly unsettling. This time it was just annoying.
So there I am, with a group of friends (of uncertain identity) traveling through Italy. And in the context of some mishap (which I think involved a harbor and a crane and fishing something out of the water – but that may have been an unrelated storyline) our party was assisted by some local Italian man. (I don’t think “Italian” was meaningful, but it was a clear and solid detail.) So before we continued on our journey, I considered it my obligation to write a thank you note to the guy. Then follows an endless series of roadblocks in the process. I draft the letter. I’m looking for an envelope, but am having a hard time finding an unused one. I find an envelope but now I can’t find the slip of paper that his address is on, and what’s more the envelope already has stamps on it but they’re U.S. stamps, so they’re useless. And I realize that I’ve written the text of the letter but left no room for a salutation or date at the top, so I want to recopy it on fresh paper, but there’s no blank paper anywhere available. No, wait, there are a couple of sheets on this tablet here but someone’s cut something out of one corner, so they aren’t whole sheets. And in the mean time, everyone else in the traveling party is waiting around for me to finish the thank you note so we can get on the road (although, mind you, none of them are doing anything to help me find the stuff I need to complete the project). And all along I’m apologizing for delaying things and noting, “This is just like one of those dreams I’m always having.” (Although, in fact, I don’t really have a stock dream with this theme … but in the dream I did.)
Interpretation? Dunno. I was going to write a journal entry last night about how I feel like I pour all my energy into weekend projects and then drag through the weekday evenings with a feeling of lassitude … but I couldn’t summon up the energy to compose something that didn’t sound pathetic and whiny. (And I was cranky from the aftereffects of having some dental fillings re-set.) One likely interpretation is that there’s a bunch of routine everyday stuff (like housecleaning and getting my accounts up to date) that I’ve been letting slide in the context of focusing on weekend commitments and I feel like I’m being blocked from “moving on” to more creative projects by the need to fulfill minor responsibilities. Yeah, that sounds sufficient for the purpose.
So there I am, with a group of friends (of uncertain identity) traveling through Italy. And in the context of some mishap (which I think involved a harbor and a crane and fishing something out of the water – but that may have been an unrelated storyline) our party was assisted by some local Italian man. (I don’t think “Italian” was meaningful, but it was a clear and solid detail.) So before we continued on our journey, I considered it my obligation to write a thank you note to the guy. Then follows an endless series of roadblocks in the process. I draft the letter. I’m looking for an envelope, but am having a hard time finding an unused one. I find an envelope but now I can’t find the slip of paper that his address is on, and what’s more the envelope already has stamps on it but they’re U.S. stamps, so they’re useless. And I realize that I’ve written the text of the letter but left no room for a salutation or date at the top, so I want to recopy it on fresh paper, but there’s no blank paper anywhere available. No, wait, there are a couple of sheets on this tablet here but someone’s cut something out of one corner, so they aren’t whole sheets. And in the mean time, everyone else in the traveling party is waiting around for me to finish the thank you note so we can get on the road (although, mind you, none of them are doing anything to help me find the stuff I need to complete the project). And all along I’m apologizing for delaying things and noting, “This is just like one of those dreams I’m always having.” (Although, in fact, I don’t really have a stock dream with this theme … but in the dream I did.)
Interpretation? Dunno. I was going to write a journal entry last night about how I feel like I pour all my energy into weekend projects and then drag through the weekday evenings with a feeling of lassitude … but I couldn’t summon up the energy to compose something that didn’t sound pathetic and whiny. (And I was cranky from the aftereffects of having some dental fillings re-set.) One likely interpretation is that there’s a bunch of routine everyday stuff (like housecleaning and getting my accounts up to date) that I’ve been letting slide in the context of focusing on weekend commitments and I feel like I’m being blocked from “moving on” to more creative projects by the need to fulfill minor responsibilities. Yeah, that sounds sufficient for the purpose.
