2008 Woodie Awards
What Dreams May Come
Nicole Curtis
Issue date: 9/20/06 Section: Opinion
I am one of those annoying people you meet every day at work and school. I love to talk about my dreams and I am fascinated by other people's dreams. Mostly because I believe that 99.9 percent of the time your dreams are telling you
something subconsciously, whether you want to believe it or not.
Carl Jung was known for saying that it was possible for people to predict their own deaths in their dreams. I'd like to suggest that you try to bring that up at a cocktail party. People will look at you like you're either a hack a complete loser. I suppose those two things are one in the same.
My favorite kind of dream though, is the ecurring dream. I have had a couple of different recurring dreams in my lifetime. When I was 10 I used to dream that I was on a train, sitting in a boxcar and the doors were wide open so I could watch people and places go by. It was the world we live in yet a thousand times better because the world we lived in was on an acid trip.
Most recently though, I've been dreaming that I am walking through a brilliantly green Central Park. On this walk I am carrying a baguette. I come across an attractive man sitting on a bench playing acoustic guitar. When he sees me, he stops playing the guitar, looks at me and says, "Thank you. I've been waiting," and he takes the bread from me. I am filled with an overwhelming sense of love, nervousness and passion. He looks at me for a moment and suddenly I feel like I am intruding so I leave.
I start my walk again and I am once again holding the baguette. I am compelled to find him but I can't and I am left with the utterly frustrating feeling of wanting to give but unable to find anyone to receive.
Of course this could mean a million things. It could mean that I like to carry bread, that I like Central Park, that I like acoustic guitar or that I want to meet someone playing acoustic guitar sitting in Central Park and who likes baguettes.
I typed my dream into one of those hokey online dream interpreters. It came up with essentially this: bread represents substance and life, the guitar represents emotion and beauty, the color green represents envy (How cliché must you be to dream in clichés?) Then it told me to use these
definitions as a guide for interpreting my dream (I thought that's what the hokey online dream interpreter was for.)
I came up with something less than impressive.
This particular dream, by my definition, means that I am jealous of those who can share their passion and zest for life with someone else. Simply put, I am eager to pass off my baguette.
When I finally achieve this or continue to have the same damned dream at least once every three weeks? Or am I just fond of the intense colors and the feelings I get? What is my brain trying to tell me and why doesn't it just come out and say it?
Why do our bodies feel the need to tell us our own secrets? Maybe I'll answer that in a dream.
something subconsciously, whether you want to believe it or not.
Carl Jung was known for saying that it was possible for people to predict their own deaths in their dreams. I'd like to suggest that you try to bring that up at a cocktail party. People will look at you like you're either a hack a complete loser. I suppose those two things are one in the same.
My favorite kind of dream though, is the ecurring dream. I have had a couple of different recurring dreams in my lifetime. When I was 10 I used to dream that I was on a train, sitting in a boxcar and the doors were wide open so I could watch people and places go by. It was the world we live in yet a thousand times better because the world we lived in was on an acid trip.
Most recently though, I've been dreaming that I am walking through a brilliantly green Central Park. On this walk I am carrying a baguette. I come across an attractive man sitting on a bench playing acoustic guitar. When he sees me, he stops playing the guitar, looks at me and says, "Thank you. I've been waiting," and he takes the bread from me. I am filled with an overwhelming sense of love, nervousness and passion. He looks at me for a moment and suddenly I feel like I am intruding so I leave.
I start my walk again and I am once again holding the baguette. I am compelled to find him but I can't and I am left with the utterly frustrating feeling of wanting to give but unable to find anyone to receive.
Of course this could mean a million things. It could mean that I like to carry bread, that I like Central Park, that I like acoustic guitar or that I want to meet someone playing acoustic guitar sitting in Central Park and who likes baguettes.
I typed my dream into one of those hokey online dream interpreters. It came up with essentially this: bread represents substance and life, the guitar represents emotion and beauty, the color green represents envy (How cliché must you be to dream in clichés?) Then it told me to use these
definitions as a guide for interpreting my dream (I thought that's what the hokey online dream interpreter was for.)
I came up with something less than impressive.
This particular dream, by my definition, means that I am jealous of those who can share their passion and zest for life with someone else. Simply put, I am eager to pass off my baguette.
When I finally achieve this or continue to have the same damned dream at least once every three weeks? Or am I just fond of the intense colors and the feelings I get? What is my brain trying to tell me and why doesn't it just come out and say it?
Why do our bodies feel the need to tell us our own secrets? Maybe I'll answer that in a dream.
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