Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Recurring Dreams

Since others of you have been posting weird dreams lately (Check out Morgen and Onion-Boy), I thought I'd join in too. Today I'd like to mention my recurring dreams.
There are two recurring dreams I have from time to time:
1) I'm back in college, it's near the end of the semester, and I realize I haven't attended my classes hardly at ALL. I guiltily realize with a shock that I've GOT to shape up or ship out.
2) I'm driving a car and the brakes aren't working. I push the brake all the way to the floor and the car barely slows down.
Anyone care to either
a) analyze these, or
b) share your own recurring dreams?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

lately, I've been dreaming even weirder dreams than usual for me...
kicking Mushroom Banditos are just the half of it...

last night, I remember helping an old lady home with her groceries (I rode in her old beat up car with her) and she lived in a very nice (almost mansion) up on a hill with a gated driveway and a stone gazebo/temple in the middle of the circular drive... anyway, inside, she and her "maid" who was more like a live-in companion and a nice young man all basically lived in the manion's kitchen. They watched wheel of fortune & jeopardy. And invited me to watch with them.
It turns out the young man was on Jeopardy that night -- and he won a million dollars (they had been sworn to secrecy until the episode aired) and to celebrate, the old lady had brought the young man home a prize (me!) so I got to have a make-out session with this young stud --- I remember licking his armpits!!!
Then, the old lady invited me to move in with them and become part of their eccentric family!
Weird, eh?


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Anonymous said...

I have heard that the no brakes thing is a sub-conscious feeling that your life is out of control. Hmm....

Zie said...

I have the college dream at least once a month. Mine starts with me waking up in the house I live in senior year and realizing I hadn't gone to my math class ONCE. And the final was that day. I don't even have a good idea of what type of math class it is. I start scheming about how to get sympathy from the professor, or how to cram everything in. Now, I usually wake up for real before I have to actually go into the exam- but I used to dream that I was sitting in front of the test. Everything looked like Greek and I knew the jig was up.

I think all school dreams are manifestations of an imposter complex or just plain old anxiety.