Proper Blogging
I just remembered how it was in the dawn of blogging! The whole big-thing-point about blogs was that we should fill each post with hyperlinks to other places.
You don't want to read about silly old me! Go read Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About instead. It is soooo funny.
While I'm in this traditional frame of mind, another site I love is http://www.slowwave.com/ . Dreams submitted by readers of the site are presented in comic strip form. Be warned though, at first you may not see what is so damned brilliant about it. It takes a few before you are caught up in the crazy magic and laugh yourself ill. I've submitted a couple of dreams to this site but unfortunately they weren't interesting enough. Wow, I had a mad dream last night but it is not suitable for drawing. I dreamt I was being hunted by the gestapo, who kept annoying me by knocking loudly on the front door while I was trying to fold washing that had just come out of the tumble drier. I fooled them by hiding behind the sofa a few times, though I was surprised that they did not suss that this was what I was doing. Eventually I decided to escape to some deserted farm buildings, along with 2 or 3 hundred other hunted people. Before leaving I had a brilliant and practical idea and hid a large stack of credit cards and library tickets up my vagina.
Any psychology graduates have any idea what this dream can possible mean ?
You don't want to read about silly old me! Go read Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About instead. It is soooo funny.
While I'm in this traditional frame of mind, another site I love is http://www.slowwave.com/ . Dreams submitted by readers of the site are presented in comic strip form. Be warned though, at first you may not see what is so damned brilliant about it. It takes a few before you are caught up in the crazy magic and laugh yourself ill. I've submitted a couple of dreams to this site but unfortunately they weren't interesting enough. Wow, I had a mad dream last night but it is not suitable for drawing. I dreamt I was being hunted by the gestapo, who kept annoying me by knocking loudly on the front door while I was trying to fold washing that had just come out of the tumble drier. I fooled them by hiding behind the sofa a few times, though I was surprised that they did not suss that this was what I was doing. Eventually I decided to escape to some deserted farm buildings, along with 2 or 3 hundred other hunted people. Before leaving I had a brilliant and practical idea and hid a large stack of credit cards and library tickets up my vagina.
Any psychology graduates have any idea what this dream can possible mean ?
4 Comments:
At Wednesday, March 15, 2006 9:27:00 am,
Gillian said…
Ahem and where would the link be to the wonderful talented and lovely person who gave you the TMGAIHAA link?
At Wednesday, March 15, 2006 9:19:00 pm,
Unknown said…
The wonderful talented and lovely person who gave me the TMGAIHAA link, is, of course, Gillian, with the clicky link just above.
At Thursday, March 16, 2006 1:38:00 am,
Anonymous said…
First we must start with the end point of the dream. Because here lies the crux. How can credit cards and library cards be placed in a similar set? Because they are both about information. Credit cards are not real money, they are information about money. Library cards are not books, they provide access to books - information. Similarly, both credit cards and library cards provide access to objects without the cash nexus. The cards therefore represent information - and two flows: library cards provide access to "information in", while credit cards represent information (money) out. Hence, by placing the cards in your vagina, you become the nexus for information. In fact, there are two symbolisms that may be represented by the vagina. It could be that it is a symbol for a "purse" - a storage area for information. Alternatively, and one I am minded to follow, it could be seen that, because it would be highly disturbing to see yourself ripping your body open to access the womb, your actions were a proxy for restoring this information to the womb. The child is, in itself, information - genetic. It is also in itself a nexus of the aforementioned information - money and learning. The cards therefore symbolically represent a child, or perhaps, the Archetypal Child. Having established this, to my mind, obvious symbolism, we can then work backwards. Why do we end up in farm buildings with so many other people? Well, farm buildings in themselves can be storage areas, and thus could be seen as a large purse. And though the act of birth is often described as a miracle, it is a miracle in which all humanity takes part through the most mundane, if exhilerating, of acts. The fact that "hundreds" of people were in the farm buildings is a symbolic recognition of the great web of living humanity, each of whom can play a part in creating new nexuses of information, who can also create and cherish, as it were, their own "cards". Thus we arrive back at the Gestapo. It is interesting, is it not, that they arrived when you were performing household chores, the very kind of chores required in a house in which children act? The Gestapo are here to disrupt these very chores, to disrupt the archetypal Human Nest, to ruin the order of well-folded, clean sheets that would cosset the Archetypal Child. Historically, the Gestapo represented a force that wanted to create a Master race, to reduce all difference to homogeneity. In your dream, they are, therefore, a metaphor for some force that wants to force homogeneity on your own family. You see, therefore, that the very difference that are your own children (your own "cards", these delicate slips of information) are a threat to and are threatened by whatever process of homogeneity is occurring in your real world. Interestingly, you also recognise that whatever the nature of this force, it is dull-witted, as it cannot recognise your obvious and pitiful attempts at concealment. Nonetheless - to run your dream forward again - whatever this force's banality, you must attempt to escape it, first by assimilating yourself within the common stock of humanity, within which you are nourished and safe. It would be remiss of me not to remind the casual reader that the buildings in which you hid were farm buildings, which also have an association with burgeoning and ripening; the planting of the seed and growth; feeding, watering and cherising. However, in the end, your nerve seems to fail you, even within the protective arms of common humanity, which prompts you to return your "children" (metonymically represented by the cards) to a safe place (the womb).
This is, therefore, a dream of anxiety, in which an outside force threatens the stability of the family unit...
At Thursday, March 16, 2006 12:50:00 pm,
Unknown said…
Of course! Its obvious, now you point it out.
Thanks, you nutcase XX
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