my subconscious thinks i’m a chump
Annoying: Dreaming about tidying a bedroom (not my real bedroom but my real bedroom in my dream) and just when I had everything clean every single piece of glass in the room shatters, coating the carpet. We’re talking a full inch of broken glass over the entire carpet. And I know that I have to clean it all up.
More annoying: Later in the same dream, rushing to get a lasagna out of the oven in the hall — why the oven is in the hall and why I’m rushing to get a lasagna out of it I have no idea — so I take the shortcut through the bedroom…
AND CUT MY FEET TO RIBBONS ON THE GLASS.
THAT I DIDN’T CLEAN UP.
Valuable dream-time is then occupied by me picking out shards of glass and bandaging my feet. And muttering.
Most annoying: Even later in the same dream I’m looking for a roll of tape to seal off the bathroom door so people can’t smell the stench coming out of the bathroom — which would ruin my attempt to sell a collection of rare books to the book dealer that was currently chatting to my grandparents and no I don’t know why I was selling the books or why my grandparents were there or even if they enjoyed the lasagna I don’t even know if the lasagna had anything to do with the stench coming out of the bathroom but I can assume and seriously what the heck is my subconscious trying to tell me with the whole bathroom stench thing — when I remember that I last saw the tape on the dresser in the bedroom so I run into the bedroom to grab the tape…
AND CUT MY FEET TO RIBBONS ON THE GLASS.
AGAIN.
THE GLASS THAT I STILL DIDN’T CLEAN UP.
And I stand there, amidst the pain of having my feet cut to ribbons for the second time in one dream, and all I can think is:
“THIS IS THE STUPIDEST DREAM EVER.”
September 6th, 2006 at 10:09 am
Not that I know anything about dream analysis but maybe there is some message about cleaning up you own mess?
Or maybe, you should never own glass.
Or maybe lasangna doesn’t agree with you…
Or whatever - that really is the stupidest dream ever.
September 6th, 2006 at 12:32 pm
Mmmmmm… Lasagna!
September 6th, 2006 at 3:23 pm
SassyK: Sigh. It really really was. It’s not often a dream is so stupid that that realisation occurs in the midst of the dream itself.
Suldog: Crap. Now I’m hungry. Maybe that’s what the dream was telling me — make lasagna.
September 6th, 2006 at 3:38 pm
Was it the smell of lasagna coming out of the bathroom?
Cuz that would be weird.
(Dream interpreter sez: “You’re not taking care of something fragile.”)
September 7th, 2006 at 8:45 am
Hmmm….there is probably some deep existential meaning in there somewhere.
Maybe its under all that glass that you didn’t clean up.
I think you need a cookie.