Monday, August 30, 2004
Hello, again, and a Dream
After a few months off, I am going to try again to get going here. It has been kind of a chaotic summer for me and I am blaming everything on that.
I had a dream last night. Maybe some of you amateur dream analysts can tell me what it means.
I was in a foreign airport. It felt like eastern Europe, perhaps. As I was heading for my gate I felt in my pocket and realized I had my keyring that is attached to a small Swiss Army Knife. This is my actual keyring in real life and I like it, so I was a little flustered that I would have to lose it. I started to throw it away, but I looked around to see if there was someone I could just give it to. I approached a vendor of some sort and showed it to him. He was a skinny, weasely, hairy sort with a Cockney accent. He excitedly said he’d buy it and asked how much it had cost me, “What? Twelve pounds? More? I want it.” He started waving some bills at me. A couple of other people suddenly were there and we were all sort of scuffling. He was holding the bills over his head and wouldn’t release them until he had his paw on the knife. When I gave it to him, he somehow thrust, instead of the money, three pairs of rolled up socks into my hand. I said, “Hey, wait a minute.” He said he never promised any money and it was a fair deal. I was trying to tell him that I had planned to just give him the knife to begin with, but since he had teased me with the money, he should at least give me some of it, and I certainly didn’t want the socks in any case.
I realize that isn’t a very exciting dream, not like some of the ones where I shoot somebody, or am chased by wild animals, but that is the one I had.
I had a dream last night. Maybe some of you amateur dream analysts can tell me what it means.
I was in a foreign airport. It felt like eastern Europe, perhaps. As I was heading for my gate I felt in my pocket and realized I had my keyring that is attached to a small Swiss Army Knife. This is my actual keyring in real life and I like it, so I was a little flustered that I would have to lose it. I started to throw it away, but I looked around to see if there was someone I could just give it to. I approached a vendor of some sort and showed it to him. He was a skinny, weasely, hairy sort with a Cockney accent. He excitedly said he’d buy it and asked how much it had cost me, “What? Twelve pounds? More? I want it.” He started waving some bills at me. A couple of other people suddenly were there and we were all sort of scuffling. He was holding the bills over his head and wouldn’t release them until he had his paw on the knife. When I gave it to him, he somehow thrust, instead of the money, three pairs of rolled up socks into my hand. I said, “Hey, wait a minute.” He said he never promised any money and it was a fair deal. I was trying to tell him that I had planned to just give him the knife to begin with, but since he had teased me with the money, he should at least give me some of it, and I certainly didn’t want the socks in any case.
I realize that isn’t a very exciting dream, not like some of the ones where I shoot somebody, or am chased by wild animals, but that is the one I had.
