Saturday, July 5, 2008

Symbolic Dream

5:35am, Saturday Morning.
I just woke up from a nightmare. I dreamed I drove my car to a parking lot, parked and left. When I returned to my car it was beginning to rain pretty hard. There was a parking attendant there, who was ready to go home for the night. He told me to go to my car and wait out the storm which would end soon. I made it to my car, but the rain got much worse. I became stuck inside as the pouring rain continued all night, and rose around me, until my car was floating in a lake of water. Eventually I knew nobody was coming to help me. I climbed out the window and jumped onto the roof tops of other floating cars which made a trail to dry land. When I got to land, there was a police station right there! I sloshed inside and told them what had happened, asking how I might get my car back so I could drive home. They asked me why I had not sought help before I became trapped. I explained that the parking guy said to wait out the rain, and I'd be fine. The policeman said it was the responsibility of the parking lot owners to protect me, since they had advance warning that a terrible storm, the likes of which they had never seen before, was on it's way.  I wondered how I would ever get home.

This was one of those dreams that felt very real.  The kind that is a relief to wake up from.  I'm going to try and go back to sleep now.


Anonymous said...

Your dream would "not make sense" only to people who also don't get e.e. cummings (and who would associate with such people anyway?)

My interpretation: You're offering far too much creedence to voices suggesting a safe ---and as it turns out false --- haven, which in fact winds up being infinitely more precarious than the alternative.

It tends to conjure up the obvious yet oh, so pertinent as always, Anais Nin: "...and then the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

That's halfway there, anyway. It ain't e.e. cummings but it'll do the next one comes along. As the old boy himself said, "Listen, there's a hell of a universe next door --- let's go!"


Wow! That's so deep :)

Your interpretation sort of reminds me of that old saying "Ships in harbors are safe. But that's not what ships were built for."

As for the Universe next door --Sounds fun to me!

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