I find it fascinating that the subject-matter of a dream does not effect the dreamer’s experience even a fraction so much as the dreamer’s mental state regarding the dream. And I don’t think it’s just my own broken brain…I have spoken to other people who have shared the same thought…dreams that may seem trite can hold deep meaning, whereas something that should be very profound or at least disturb the waters might not be more than an interesting entry for a dream-diary.
This morning, shortly before waking I dreamed I was in an elevator that had a problem. Set aside the fact that upon waking I realized that in reality such an issue as I had faced would not be very likely, due to the logistics of elevator construction, dreams don’t care about piffles like that, and in my dream, due to a weight unbalance (cause by some rather lightweight chairs) the elevator I was in canted dangerously to one side and then the other. This was especially problematic due to the fact that three sides were glass (which is part of why the elevator was suspended in the air rather than safely enclosed in a shaft, I have to guess.) which ended up breaking on the second tilt. My companion in the infernal convayence was thrown out as it shattered, and I only managed to save myself by catching hold of a broken cable and dangling about five stories in the snowy air.
Yeah…like I said…it doesn’t make a lot of sense…regardless, I’m not real big on heights and, were I in any situation similar in waking life, I would be peeing myself. However, this particular dream was apparently intended only to process mental clutter, not to deal with subconcious (or concious) stress, and though I was intellectually frightened, it wasn’t a scary dream that I fell awake from disoriented and seeking comfort. I woke and then attemped to regain the dream and see what happened next.
Weird.
On the other hand, maybe my mind decided the fact that I looked like Katherine Heigl in my dreawm was a fair trade-off.
Oh…but I discovered, if you have to write poetry for a class in a dream, when you then attempt to read it aloud you will be very frustrated when, regardless of how good it was, you can not decipher the words you wrote.
Today the twins get baptized.
And Briggs and I are going to the zoo to see aminals in the snow.
And then we are going to go watch Love Actually with the gaming Corp.
And I need to get ready to go.
