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DREAM Monday March 2, 2009

This dream seemed to choose me. Tell me what you think and give me your own feedback and interpretation. The green represents my symbols, the purple, the initial evaluations. Enjoy!

I’m in an office setting where I go into a big room and have to find myself a desk. The second time I go into the room someone has taken my desk and I’m looking around for one.

EV: making plans, drawing distinctions. It’s funny to see I had to write “home” as my location. I have been gone for 2 years.I first met with the people from World Gym, knowing I had to create a space for myself, a purpose; and close a sale. I went for a second, and then a third meeting, each time the stakes were raised, the questions more difficult; and the necessity for the position I proposed looking slimmer.

I see a tall oriental girl in white thigh-hi’s, very appealing, who glances over at me and then continues her strut through the room. She is very tall and beautiful and I’m thinking of how I’ll like to work here.

This may be the appeal of an exotic, bold, sexy move, taking my chances by putting it all on the line, showing what I’ve got but feeling out of place, yet confident. I tantalize them with my knowledge, sex appeal, plans and projections, yet it is as equally appealing to me. I’m fantasizing about being in a sexy, provocative place. (I should have known I’d never beat Miami.) PBdesk

I want a desk with drawers but all that’s left are drafting tables. I feel it’s ok but I’d rather have one against the wall; but when I see the girl I don’t mind where I’ll be. I hold a stack of books and magazines. Then I see my college buddy, “Motown”.

I see pictures on the walls of other workers and feel it will be a cool place to work. I think it’s a sales job.

I’m left with what’s left. Back to drafting. I must keep designing and clarifying what I’d like to transpire. I have no definitive plan so I must settle. I’m going into it arrogantly, but humility soon kicks in; I’ll take what I can get as long as the view is good. 

The magazines and books are my content, my knowledge, my portfolio, my clout. All of a sudden I’m back in Motown, Detroit, my hometown, as a new graduate in the school of life. The prodigal son has returned and has much to teach, yet much to learn. I’m here with my past, my partners, athletes, posers; but it’s me happy in the fact that I’m going back to something and someone I love and who loves me. 

(from the Dreamer’s Dictionary for the 21st Century – Kelly Sullivan Walden 2006, Warner Books)

OFFICE: Dreams of an office are usually processing dreams about organizing the data that you have accumulated during your nine-to-five experience.

DESK: A dream in which there is a desk signifies discipline, authority, and your dedication to your career, and/or that you are processing data that took place at work.

ORIENT: Dreams of the Orient signify that you have an emotionally cool exterior, restricted expression, and disciplined behavior.

GIRL: Dreams of a girl represent your connection to the youthful, feminine, innocent, impetuous, playful, and vulnerable aspect of you.

WHITE: Dreams of the color white symbolize innocence, surrender, peace, and protection.

THIGH: Dreams of a thigh signify the strength to stand up for yourself, and that you have the will to support and honor yourself. They signify your power and ability to walk away from what you don’t want and/or to walk toward your heart’s desires.

STOCKINGS: Because stockings are worn on your legs, dreams of wearing stocking signify that you are gathering your strength and support as you prepare to take a stand for yourself and move forward in life. If you dream of fancy or sexy stockings, then you have a desire for attention and validation of your sexiness and feminine appeal.

BEAUTY: Dreams of beauty represent creativity, passion, appreciation, and affinity.

DRAWER: Dreaming of a drawer represents a space within you that is not normally in view, your secret, sacred world, and perhaps a virginal aspect of you. Dreaming of a drawer may be informing you to integrate the contents of the drawer into your outward personality.

BOOKS: Dreams of a book symbolize the letter of the aw, your worldview, inherited wisdom, and/or memories. A book represents a belief system, a point of view that you believe in, rebel against, and/or throw at someone.

MAGAZINES: Dreams of a magazine signify education, voyeurism, sensationalism, and that you may be putting someone on a pedestal.

COLLEGE: Dreams of college represent that you are learning and developing a degree of recognition and authority. You are realizing that in the school of life you are turning your challenges and lessons into blessings.

PICTURES/PHOTOGRAPHS: Dreams of a photograph symbolize a significant memory or person from your past, or your desire to remember an important occurrence or life lesson. (There were many of the employees, and I would like to be one of them.)

WALLS: Dreaming about a wall represents strength, reliability, support, and the people and beliefs that uphold your life.

SALESPERSON: Depending upon the feeling tone of the dream and the circumstances surrounding the salesperson, dreaming bout  a salesperson can be either about your desire for self-promotion and expression, or your desire to be war y of your own opportunistic tendencies.

MOTOWN: (my own interpretation) The Motor City was where I was born and raised and still live. Despite the crumbling of its core, it is still home to me, where I’d learned all my street smarts and the lessons necessary to live. The motor also signifies to me the part of the machine that powers the vehicle. My power comes from this home, the place where I’m loved and taken for what I am. The person, “Mo” was instrumental in my formative years at college, where my first transitions occurred toward manhood. He was a catalyst and an inspiration. 

This was a very critical time in my life. I was abandoning a job that paid well but abused and took advantage of me. It nearly destroyed my character; but was still one of the greatest experiences of my life. I just could not take it any longer and missed my family, especially my sons who were each at their own stages of development; and my wife who had to hold us all together. I had given everything up in order to take this position, leaving nothing to come back to except “the drawing board” of recreating my career from scratch at 52 years old. It did turn out to be a “sales job” for both them and I. 

 

DECODE THIS DREAM

woody-allen-and-his-olympiaI am inviting you, Dear Reader, to Decode this dream from 11/11/12. I’ll give you the dream in its entirety. Use whatever clues and dictionaries you may deem necessary. Then, write back here with your interpretations and any background questions you may have for me. Thanks.

NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED

I am watching Woody Allen outtakes from movies I had never seen. It is a private screening for D and I and perhaps one other person.  The screens are set up like long billboard panels on the walls around the room. The scenes are of Woody walking on a beach in Army fatigues. The uniform is brown, the helmet is green, the blue sea is behind him as he walks on the sand. It is  newsreel-like, aged footage. Woody is the only one in the scene and he simply walks along the beach with his head down. There is no sound.

We move to an adjacent room. This room too is plain, with a glossy white floor to ceiling finish.

Against the wall is a single twin bed. On the bed is a doll-sized, real life, Woody Allen who lays face down complaining. because he can’t manage to get his helmet off. He is about a foot tall and reminds me of a pupply. His is like a loaf of bread, or a sack of putty. He sitill wears his Army uniform, all green fatigues now and green helmet.

I bend down and help him unfasten his helmet. I undo a single, white velcro strip that is his chinstrap.

He just continues his complaining banter. I am amazed by his tiny, but more like a pudgy, puppy stature, rather than thin and doll-like. It is  really Woody Allen, walking and talking in the center of this bed. He says nothing notable, nor really sensible.

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On the center of the bed next to him is a small, clear, Mason jar with the lid askew. D is close behind me and I’m wondering if she is as amazed by all this as I am; but she’s distracted by whatever she’s doing. I ask her questions but she doesn’t answer. In the other room I kissed her but she panned it, so I say to myself that I’m just going to keep trying to kiss her whether she kesses me back or not.

In  this room I feel her distance, but again feel I’ll keep trying and loving her even though she doesn’t return it.

I look to the bed and the jar. A small, wiry thing, climbs out. It looks like it’s made of pipe cleaners, all fuzzy and bendable. It is a real spider monkey. it jumps off the lid to the bed and another follws it. Again, I’m entertained and intrigued because as I watch, more seem to grow out of nowhere and fill the jar like the clown circus taxi where numerous monkeys keep climbing out from a jar too small to hold them all. They are many and like children, just want to jump on the bed and play. I say to myself, “no more monkeys jumping on the bed.” as I watch them, amused.

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I tell D not to pick them up, but like everything else, she won’t listen to me and begins to cuddle them, saying how cute they are. I warn her that they’ll climb into her coat and hide because, again they grew in number, but she disregards me completely. She has these small monkeys all over her.

I walk out the opposite side of the room down a white hallway. There is dog crap and water from kids who’ve come from the hotel pool, all over the lobby floor and halls. I’m trying to get to the lobby and out of this place. I feel the dog crap is an experiment for the kids to learn how to care for puppies, and they’re doing a terrible job.

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A black custodian in all white clothes is in the hall. I’m trying to get D to listen to me so we can find our way out, but she’s in another world.

I walk through a white door that turns into 3 doors, folding into itself, like a tri-fold envelope, and feel its’ a terribly dangerous exit in case of a fire or emergency.

I’m calling to D and she calls back to me to me but goes off in anther direction.