True Colors
Last night in a dream, I walked into a vintage record store and started reading the cover of an album. The store clerk walked over and said, "Excuse me, we don't allow our customers to read in this store." I said, "What about the prices? Can I read the prices? And what if I'm deaf and I'm reading your lips?"
Now I'm even a smart ass in my dreams!
posted by Gail @ 7:31 AM
4 Comments
4 Comments:
I would like a Freudian interpretation of this dream to provide some closure. The ambiguity and authoritarian overtones of your dream, plus the implications of physical impairment have increased my anxiety level sufficiently to cause me to have nightmares about mute musicians recording for the deaf.
This is obviously an anxiety dream which represents your fear of developing Tourettes Syndrome and lashing out at an authority figure.
Now I'm so anxious I'll have to anesthetize myself tonight with gin. You're getting a bill for this.
One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead men stood up to fight
Forty mutes to yell hooray
Three blind men to see fair play
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
Sadly, I've had a history of lashing out at authority figures and I can't blame it on Tourette's. If this dream causes you anxiety, you would be driven mad by the horrific ones that I'm thoughtful enough not to share. However, if I've inspired you to consume gin on a Friday then you should be thanking me, not billing me! But if you must, go ahead and have a drink (or several) on me. Cheers!
I call my friend, Jill, Sally (as in "When Harry Met Sally") because I've never had a meal with her when she hasn't substituted. Worse, is my Mom. By the time she's ordered with some of her questions: Is your cole slaw goopy? Is your potato soup gloppy? Are your eggs soupy? I've totally lost my appetite. My Dad was a hoot though. He always read the entire description off the menu when placing his order: "I'll have your succulent salmon, basted in a sweet soy sauce, surely the tenderest and most flavorful dish ever to come from the sea. Served with your choice of sides and fresh-baked bread, please." Gotta love him!
I erroneously posted the last comment to the wrong post. Please ignore or read "Driving Me Crazy." Hopefully, it will then make more sense.
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