Not That it Means Anything

But on the other hand if I waited until later to mention it, it might sound like a writerly touch. So:

Last night I dreamt about a flood that went all the way up to the second floor windows, which, considering we live on a little hill, is some flood. Big, loud flood which didn’t damage the house or anything else, but had changed the landscape once I opened the door and went outside.

And because there’s some part of me that always knows I’m dreaming, in my dream, I went, oh, come on. Because, really. The last time I had a dream with such obvious symbolism in it was just before my daughter was born.

It doesn’t mean anything. It just shows where my brain is at right now. Just thought I’d toss that out there before the returns start coming in.

22 thoughts on “Not That it Means Anything

  1. I got a wedding invitation in the mail yesterday from my ex-girlfriend. My dream last night was of her, and I was playing her a love song on my guitar.

    I’d have rather had your dream, frankly. My conscious mind hasn’t been pining away for her for 7 years now, I’d really be happier if my unconscious mind stopped it.

  2. Well, things will be different tomorrow no matter who wins.

    And things will be pretty much the same.

    More interestingly, you’re a lucid dreamer?

    You know, at least one study concluded that more Conservatives were Lucid Dreamers than Liberals.

    However,

    Liberals were far more likely to have sexual dreams about strangers and a variety of partners, while liberal women showed a greater tendency toward same-sex fantasies than their conservative counterparts

    They were also more likely to have nightmares about Republicans.

    As the US Presidential election enters its final tense weeks, liberals are becoming increasingly agitated in their dreams, with a rising number of nightmares featuring aggressive attacks by President Bush, Vice-President Cheney, and hordes of zombie Republicans.

    If McCain wins tonight, I wonder if you’ll start dreaming of zombies…

  3. I hardly ever remember my dreams anymore, except the nightmares. While dreams are more pleasant, nightmares are more useful: they tend to tell you more about your own mind and what you fear than dreams do.

    Still, that’s a magical dream, John. May it come true in the obvious way: without destruction or harm, the country is transformed, the landscape renewed, the detritus washed away. A new beginning in the fertile soil of democracy restored.

  4. Xopher

    Still, that’s a magical dream, John. May it come true in the obvious way: without destruction or harm, the country is transformed, the landscape renewed, the detritus washed away. A new beginning in the fertile soil of democracy restored.

    But he didn’t vote for McCain.

  5. I’ve never had a lucid dream. I often dream about things that seem wrong, somehow, but it seems very real to me at the time. I don’t have nightmares either, although I have had bad dreams where, for instance, I’m married to an ex-boyfriend and very unhappy about it.

  6. Nightmares used to be such a regular part of my nightscape that I ceased thinking of them as frightening or nightmarish at a very young age (9ish). When I got to college and started comparing dreams with my peers, I was downright startled to find out that other people didn’t generally die in their dreams. At that point I was being killed off in some horrible way two or three times a night most nights.

    These days that sort of dream is much rarer, but I have retained my blase attitude towards dreams most people would consider frightening, despite not being lucid. Which may explain my somewhat cold-blooded reaction to actual real-life scary things.

  7. When I was little I had nightmares about a disembodied head I called “the big head”.

    I think it may have been the head of Maria from Sesame Street, but I could be conflating things.

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