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Of Dreams, Morality, and Baseball Bats

I had the most annoying dream during that portion of "last night" that's actually the half-hour right before you wake up in the morning. The main plot was that I had, for reasons that my subconscious never quite made clear, agreed to trade my most beloved piece of jewelry, a silver-and-turquoise ring that I wear on a chain, for its worth in new jewelry. I spent the dream looking through trays of jewelry, picking out pieces.

The first of many things wrong with this dream was that the set-up was implausible. The chain is simple silver, bought in New York for about $10. The ring was a birthday gift from a friend I hadn't seen in a while, and thus has immense sentimental value, but intrinsically, it's not worth much more than the chain. So, the whole thing is worth probably $20, $25 tops. So why it was that I ended the dream with a great pile of gold and semi-precious stones in front of me, grid only knows.

The second thing wrong with this dream was that, in exchange for this one rather nice, simple, almost plain piece of jewelry that I wear almost every day, I was somehow managing to pick out the tackiest of all the objects presented to me. Apparently, my good taste has not filtered its way into the nether regions of my brain. I shall have to work on that. The upside of this was that I missed my old ring terribly as I pawed through the trays of gaudy gold junk.

Which brings me to my main objection to this type of dream. It has a bad plot line and a simplistic, baseball-bat-style moral to it. It's like an O. Henry story, only without O. Henry's prose to cushion the cheap sentimentality and hyper-moralizing. And it's not like it's a moral lesson that I particularly need, either -- "oh, don't ever part with the cheap yet sentimental mementos that are dear to your heart in favor of more expensive but meaningless trappings of whatever!" -- I have already done stuff like run in front of traffic for this ring.* Though I would rather have nice things than crap, all things being equal, I am in no way a slave to materialism. I am in absolutely no danger of selling my soul for a pile of gaudy gold.

It wasn't like there hasn't been any other moving and affecting drama in my life recently that could have been adapted for the movies in my mind. Imagine if you were a movie producer being offered the choice to adapt The Lord of the Rings, War and Peace, The Odyssey, or To Kill A Mockingbird . . . and you said, "screw that, I'm going for the latest Danielle Steele offering instead!" Why make a cheap dream when you've got the material for a potential classic? Why does my subconscious insist on producing such a cheap, badly plotted baseball bat of a dream for my early-morning entertainment? Don't I at least rate something a little more subtle, with better production values?

*not recently. I have grown brains since that incident.


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Dec. 21st, 2007 02:51 pm (UTC)
ROTFL! Dreams are so weird!

Anyway. You have had a very strenous year with lot of pressure on your brains. So be kind, and do not ask your subconscious part to provide interesting,potentially cult-movies for dreams! It just needs its dose of bad tv and reality shows to get absolutely disconnected and clean! :-)
Dec. 21st, 2007 03:09 pm (UTC)
So you think that this is just my brain expressing its deep desire to go home to the Pony Family on Sunday? You're probably right, but still.
Dec. 21st, 2007 03:15 pm (UTC)
I think that your brain is complaining that better Saturday than Sunday! :-)

Hope you have a safe flight. It is soo good to be able to go back home for a while! .-)
Dec. 21st, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC)
I think that your brain is complaining that better Saturday than Sunday!

In that case, my brain needs to have a serious chat with my wallet. It was much cheaper to fly on Sunday rather than Saturday.
Dec. 21st, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
So that is the message of the dream!! You brain is complaining that you look for your wallet when its rest is at stake! :-) I so love that icon!
Dec. 21st, 2007 03:57 pm (UTC)
Well, the ol' brain will just have to suck it up. Flights are expensive.
Dec. 21st, 2007 04:28 pm (UTC)
the key question here is, are you hearing "bunker hill" in your head or do you have some sort of recording of it?
Dec. 21st, 2007 06:04 pm (UTC)
Both. I do tend to hear music in my head, which is, to me, as real as music that I hear in the real world. People who do this tend to end up either in music grad schools or state mental hospitals. Or possibly both.

However, I do also own a recording of the same text, to a slightly different tune, "Heroism" by Supply Belcher. It's on the recording Make A Joyful Noise: American Psalmody 1770 - 1840, which is a regular choir singing New England shape-note music. It's very good, once you get beyond the different sound.

I actually really like "Heroism," and I may see if I can acquire a copy of Harmony of Maine and bring it to the group one night. The recording notes, by the way, that the meter of the verse -- three lines of eleven syllables and one line of five syllables -- is known as "Sapphic meter."
Dec. 21st, 2007 04:29 pm (UTC)
My analysis is our subconscious is never subtle, we are just good at ignoring it. (I would have had an easier life if hormones were as easy to keep in check.) Great dream--can I have the film rights? Sounds like a money-maker to me.
Dec. 21st, 2007 06:05 pm (UTC)
Great dream--can I have the film rights? Sounds like a money-maker to me.

Sure. I thought it was absolutely terrible, but that just might be a money-maker.
Dec. 21st, 2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
My point exactly!
Dec. 22nd, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)
What an absolutely bizarre dream! I must say, I cannot imagine you picking through piles of tacky jewelry. What did you eat before bed?
Dec. 22nd, 2007 01:22 am (UTC)
rhobike's most excellent chocolate chip cookies, though there was a gap of several hours between the last cookie and bedtime. I also drank a (probably too large) mug of hot spiced wine right before going to bed.
Dec. 22nd, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
:-) I'm going to blame the spiced wine for that dream then. But those cookies sound wonderful.
Dec. 22nd, 2007 01:29 am (UTC)
Note to self: Drinking and reading dawn_felagund's holiday post right before bed is a bad combination.
Dec. 22nd, 2007 05:30 am (UTC)
I'm not sure our dreams are to entertain us. Mine seldom do. So it's pointless to apply critical values to the contents of your dreams. It's my understanding that they're mostly just sorting out mental detritus.

This one is odd, no question. It sounds like a low-level anxiety dream to me.
Dec. 22nd, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
I've had much better anxiety dreams than this before. I remember one that had a real nice horror-movie quality to it. This one was just cheap.

But I'm sure you're right about it being an anxiety dream. Stuff's been happening here, mostly involving friends. I'm kind of amazed that it's just a low-level anxiety dream at that.
Dec. 24th, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)
Oh, darn! (about the anxiety and all) Is there something horrendous in the atmosphere? Another friend reported waking up gasping for air. She doesn't have asthma or sleep apnea, so she finally determined it was a panic attack. (She's also under stress.)

I certainly hope 2008 smooths out for everyone.
Dec. 22nd, 2007 08:59 pm (UTC)
This dream sounds to be really troubling you. Didn't you find it entertaining in the least while you dreamed it? Sounds to me like you're so intent on meaning and substance in your wakeful hours, that your subconscious just rebelled 'I want a vacation! I want PWP!' Yes? No?
Dec. 22nd, 2007 09:05 pm (UTC)
Didn't you find it entertaining in the least while you dreamed it?

Not really. The part of me that hadn't figured out that it was a dream was unhappy at having to trade my ring for cheap junk, and the part of me that had figured out that it was a dream was annoyed at the poor quality of it.

I think I really do need to be going home tomorrow morning!
Dec. 23rd, 2007 06:47 am (UTC)
Then maybe it was a knock off to how you're feeling in your waking hours? Fights with friends can be confusing. You'll deal with it, but you still feel resentment... I don't know. Going home for a break is always good! My sister just landed here two days ago, but I haven't seen her yet.
Dec. 23rd, 2007 10:53 am (UTC)
Not a fight . . . a close friend is very sick right now.
Dec. 23rd, 2007 04:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, sorry! I misunderstood you, then. I hope your friend is getting better.
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