Super-Hero vs. Arch-Enemy
Well, well, well, it’s my old arch-nemesis…..fancy meeting you here. If you were a girl, I’d ask what a gal like you is doing in a place like this—MOOHOOOHAAHAAHAHA!! But alas, you’re not, you’re just that lousy superhero Stinkdog—aka Rover…..Didn’t you know dogs are not allowed in these premises!!! MOOHOOHAHAHAHA!!!! I Kill myself sometimes!!!………uhh, ohh, excuse me, I was uhhh, just thinking about uhhh, nevermind.
Sorry about that, I just came out of my mid-afternoon nap, so I’m still in my stupor. And I’m feeling rather cruddy as well. I had one of those sleeps where I know I was dreaming like crazy, but I can’t remember what about—all I’m left with are vague emotional impressions. And the impressions are yucky. Think there was a little—you don’t want to know about this do you?? Oh but I’m sure you do. If you’re like me, you’re nosey and always wanting to get the goods on someone else, especially the dirt. So, I woke up feeling crummy. I think I must have had one of those dreams with, of course, some sort of sexual aspect to it, something with friends or family, and maybe something with work too. And some sort of guilt or shame involved. Oh wow, now those sorts of vague impressions leave the door wide open for someone to come up with all sorts of crazy, sick demented dreams—but no, I don’t think it was anything really nuts. Sorry to disappoint you. But of course, if I were you, I’d still make something crazy up and……
…………sorry for the interruption, I just had some crazy chickie call me up and I talked to her for a while :) Oh, and I remembered while talking with her, that in my dreaming there was this really cozy dark part of my parents’ basement and a most-excellently well-stocked fridge with lots of A-1 steak sauce and hot sauce and maybe a keg too. Draft beer is good. So is hot sauce. I like eating hot sauce by itself sometimes. It’s really really good. I was really excited about the fridge and how that I would be able to sleep in this dark, cozy, cavernous part of Mom and Dad’s basement—which actually doesn’t even exist—I mean they have a big basement, but not the cozy little nook that I was dreaming about. And I was excited that this fridge was going to be in the basement with me…..A cozy room, and beer and hot sauce……yum yum……wow, what a cool dream.
Sorry about that, I just came out of my mid-afternoon nap, so I’m still in my stupor. And I’m feeling rather cruddy as well. I had one of those sleeps where I know I was dreaming like crazy, but I can’t remember what about—all I’m left with are vague emotional impressions. And the impressions are yucky. Think there was a little—you don’t want to know about this do you?? Oh but I’m sure you do. If you’re like me, you’re nosey and always wanting to get the goods on someone else, especially the dirt. So, I woke up feeling crummy. I think I must have had one of those dreams with, of course, some sort of sexual aspect to it, something with friends or family, and maybe something with work too. And some sort of guilt or shame involved. Oh wow, now those sorts of vague impressions leave the door wide open for someone to come up with all sorts of crazy, sick demented dreams—but no, I don’t think it was anything really nuts. Sorry to disappoint you. But of course, if I were you, I’d still make something crazy up and……
…………sorry for the interruption, I just had some crazy chickie call me up and I talked to her for a while :) Oh, and I remembered while talking with her, that in my dreaming there was this really cozy dark part of my parents’ basement and a most-excellently well-stocked fridge with lots of A-1 steak sauce and hot sauce and maybe a keg too. Draft beer is good. So is hot sauce. I like eating hot sauce by itself sometimes. It’s really really good. I was really excited about the fridge and how that I would be able to sleep in this dark, cozy, cavernous part of Mom and Dad’s basement—which actually doesn’t even exist—I mean they have a big basement, but not the cozy little nook that I was dreaming about. And I was excited that this fridge was going to be in the basement with me…..A cozy room, and beer and hot sauce……yum yum……wow, what a cool dream.
posted by wwiiguy at 6:15 PM
4 Comments:
seems like hot sauce is mentioned in a lot of your posts....what's up with that? you'd think you were obsessed with hot sauce or something!
Hey, this is great! Did you know that dreaming about a house (or even parts of a house) symbolizes yourself. So, apparently there is a part of yourself that feels very comfortable and cozy and...delicious...to you. Hm.
I once dreamed that I bought a house that existed inside of a gigantic elephant-type animal (without the prehensile lip). You'd pop through a flap on its back and flop right into the living room. And inside was gorgeous...ergonomically efficient (interesting nooks with specially designed compartments), cozy, elegant, somewhat eclectic. Every time you turned a corner there was another little cozy corner all tucked away by itself. The best part of this house was it was a pet, too (you could have a relationship with your house!). The worst part is if your house decided to take a walk during the night. You'd never know where you would wake up!
Well, what can we deduct--or is it induct, Ms. Vocab Queen--I always get those two confused--from your house inside an elephant-like creature? Sounds interesting. Sort of a travelling house....like an RV that is alive. In my psychoanalysis of your dream, I'd say that you are really in love with yourself (learned that in your blog) which can be a good thing to a point; I'd also guess from the walking at night thing that perhaps you better not be staying out partying too late at night :)
That's interesting about the house dream symbolising ourselves. I think I'd heard that once before, a long time ago. Reminds me of this christian song that came out a few years ago about a man asking God to come in and clean up His house. Excellent song and sent chills through me when I heard it.
There's a scripture of Paul's that admonishes us that if we "clean up our house," but let the "strongman" back in, it will be seven times worse than before we cleaned it. Yikes!
I think my dream had to do with the way I felt about myself at the time. I felt like a lumbering, wrinkled, grey beast on the outside, but felt I had a lot to offer on the inside (yeah, I do like myself a little :) I don't feel that way about myself anymore. Hey, maybe it was about sin. Like sin is an ugly shell that hides the beauty of what God instilled in us for His glory. Like the wheat-and-chaff analogy? Dunno. Just a thought.
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