Dreams

Let's talk about weird dreams. Maybe you dream every single night. Or maybe you don't even dream at all - you just drift off into sleep, and nothing happens, then you wake up, and resume your day.

I have, on a regular, mostly nightly basis, really vivid surreal dreams. As a child, I used to lay, half awake in my bed, forcing my brain to think every random thought it possibly could - hoping I could have fall asleep and dream about the most amazing things. Most of the time though, I really didn't dream about much of anything. I mostly had a recurring dream as a kid where I would go down a slide on a playground, and at the bottom of the slide was an alligator, mouth wide open, eyes focused on me, waiting to devour me as its dinner. This dream would repeat often. Also, dreams about death by tornado. I don't even know. I probably watched too many musicals as a kid.

Now, as an adult, and probably due to some weird underlying Freudian shit, I have on most nights the weirdest, most surreal, creepy, dreams. It's as if David Lynch and Salvador Dali made babies and put them in my dream brain. I've often joked with my painter friends that my dreams would make good art material.

After I wake up, I typically like to do a google search for dream interpretation . Not that I take any of what I read on the internet seriously. Dream Dictionary is about as accurate as Urban Dictionary. Though, it is interesting to see something interpreted for you. For example, my dream last night (queue swishy midi track and graphic effects to swirl into dreamland):

I enter a room, naked and barefoot. The room is floor to ceiling wood paneling, square in shape, and is decorated with tacky Chinese restaurant furnishings - a fake oil painting of flowers in a vase, a wooden table with steamed white towels folded on top of each other, a black stone bubbling rock fountain, and a table with a head cushion to lay down on. The temperature of the room is warm - which is good, because I am not wearing clothes.

I approach the table, and lay down, face up. I have my arms resting next to my legs, and I can feel the warm slightly stagnant air of the room swirling past my toes, which are hanging over the edge of the table. A man approaches me, and I can't really make out his features, but know that I do not know him.

He is helping another woman onto a table near me, and welcomes us to the establishment, and begins describing a variety of relaxing spa treatments we are to receive, for free.

He pulls out a ream of dental floss, and begins tying it around the woman's neck and face and tells her to lay down, face up, as I am, and that the string will tighten her features and make her look young.

He approaches me, and begins to tie the floss around my neck, and my ears, and my face. Crossing the string from one ear, across the bridge of my nose, and then back again, delicately creating a pattern of X's on my face with the string. He tightens everything up with a few knots, and then, I lay back. As soon as I lay back down, face up, focusing on my breathing, I feel the strings cut into my skin, and I look over, panicked, and see that the woman nearby is purple-faced, and not breathing. The man is watching me, and smiling from only the corners of his mouth. This wry, fucking, creepy smile. I feel like the air in my lungs is escaping, and I panic and try to remove the floss that has woven around my head. 
Then I wake up

So. I look this shit up. Because, clearly there has to be something symbolic about getting nearly strangled to death, and this is what I got: 

"The neck may indicate the way you connect your thinking (your head) with your feelings and sexuality (your body). Your neck is also the weak or vulnerable part of you, unlike the chest or head that is protected by bone, so any attack to the neck shows being influenced through your vulnerable feelings."

Interesting.