I used to have all manners of violent, swashbuckling adventurous dreams. In them, I would be a spy, an agent, a sword wielding heroine battling the forces of evil. In many ways, they are adolescent dreams of heroism, founded on fantasy and childishness, but also reflective of my inner self. I also used to be alot more repressed, I think, and these dreams serve as an outlet of sorts.
Recently, my dreams have become more placid, tamer, less violent. I think it's also in parallel to the fact that as a person, I am opening up more to the outside world, embracing what comes, connecting with people, expressing myself verbally and in other ways (this blog, for example) so that as I become less bottled, less repressed, my dreams lose their element of energized outbursts.
Last night I had an interesting dream. It occurred in two parts. One, a friend gave me a large large box of really good chocolates. It may be Godiva or other name brand, overpriced chocolates. On one of the chocolates, the words, "You are my best friend forever, Love ____" were inscribed. I thought the gift to be sweet (no pun intended) but I was also puzzled by the grandiose gesture, not sure what prompted it.
Another dream was that I traveled to Lebanon, or specifically Beirut, where it was getting bombed to death by Israeli forces. Some people in there resented my presence as an American. They heckled me, telling me to go back to my country, etc. At one point, I remember distinctly saying to some woman, "I'm just here to take pictures of your country, BITCH." And I strode off, feeling all righteous and justified. For what? I don't know. I don't even know why I had such an attitude problem.
On to other news...I have to go sit at a class with Mom for her driver improvement program. How dreary. It's 6 hours long!! I have to her translator...It's not going to be fun, I think. But I owe it to her, because mom got into an accident trying to bail me out last time and this is one way I can make up for my stupidity too.
2 comments:
interesting dreams. i too this week had weird dreams that i actually remembered. the last one being me chased by hit men down the streett - ppl want to murder me!!! it was a horrible dream(generally all my dreams are quite horrible) and only when i woke up, i found consolation in the real world. funny isn't it? usually i believe it's the opposite.
last night after coming back from a company black and white semiformal, i finally came to realize something: what is valuable and worth living and spending my time. it's definitely not loud parties, superficial chit-chats with your co-workers, and looking good in black and white, or wine, champaigne and cakes. i'd trade 1000 parties for 2 seconds of intimate silence with someone i like.
hahaa, only a romantic like you wendy would say that. but i agree.
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