You must spread some Mojo around before giving it to €uroMeinke again.

Hot damn, if you aren't the funniest bastard I know (next to my husband, of course).

Now I have that Fleetwood Mac song playing in my head...

I'm eager to fall asleep so I can dream away. Usually a much better world...

Alrighty then, E... have a go at this one.

I am staying at the Shreveport LA Holiday Inn to do a wedding for the daughter of a pastor whose church I attended when I was a boy. I am amused to realize the I am the one chosen to conduct this wedding. The wedding is scheduled for 6PM and I'm getting dressed in what I consider to be one of the ugliest suits I've ever seen (a hideous olive and brown colored monstrosity), when a man opens the door to the room and walks in. He's moving around the room like I'm not even there as I yell at him "who are you, what are you doing in my room" Another man walks in, also seemingly oblivious to my presence, though the 2 men are interacting with each other, talking between themselves. Neither seems to pay me any attention. Then another man enters followed by another man, the 4th man being dressed in camouflage hunting coveralls. All four of them seem to belong there as far as they are concerned and are paying me no attention, even as I scream at them to get out. I am worked into quite an agitated state by this time and pick up the phone to call the desk to report these intruders when the fourth man to enter snatches the phone receiver from my hand and runs for the bathroom. He makes it almost to the bathroom before I jump him from behind. He spins and we tussle for a moment until I can see both of his hands and notice that he doesn't have the phone receiver. He wriggles out of my grasp when it occurs to me to look at the towel rack in the bathroom. Somehow I know that's where he's placed the phone receiver. I look up and just as I suspected there it is laying on the top of the towel rack. As I grab the receiver and turn, I see the 4 men leaving. I run out after them, but when I reach the door I can only hear them laughing to themselves around the far corner of the building. Just as I reach the corner of the building, they screech out of the parking lot in an large older sort of olive colored land yacht with camouflage panels running along the bottoms of the doors and quarterpanels.

As I'm thinking to myself how odd that was, I realize I better get back to the room and finish getting ready... I do have that wedding to conduct, after all. It seems to be a much longer walk to the room going back than it was when I was running after the intruders. Finally I reach Rm 154 (this is the first time I've noticed the room number), enter, check the bedside clock (it's 5:31) and notice I now hear a female's voice coming from the bathroom. As I walk to the bathroom, I begin to make out that she's giving a demonstration of a new urine analysis machine the hotel has installed for the benefit of its guests. ??? I decide to ignore her and finish getting ready so I can get out of this place when I notice there's now another man behind me mumbling to himself. I choose to ignore him as well because I just want to get ready and get out of this place, but his mumbling gets louder and louder until I can no longer ignore him. I turn and tell him how annoying his mumbling is, only to have him turn his attention to me and tell me that he should kick my ass for interrupting him. As he says this, I notice the room door opening and in come 2 bald legless midgets in bright red polo shirts walking on their hands, pulling their bodies along behind.

I awake with a start, heart racing, and covered with sweat.

Any ideas?

well, at first i had some ideas, but, now i'm stumped.

Sam's a freak.

Oh, is that all? ;) I was beginning to think I had something to worry about.

I will get to thios I promise, but I hgave some more catching up to do first before I can take this on - but in the meantime, tell me about Shreveport and what that measn to you. I only know it as a business traveler having once spent a few days there, for you though it may be a destination of more significance.

Ok, let's start with a little dream deconstruction:

Firt the setting, you're very specific, so I wonder if this is a real place you are familiar with, this Holiday Inn in Shreveport, specifically room 154 - you'll have to provide more context for that, but we can start with you being in a Hotel room, so it's a transient temporary place, so you could say your consciouseness is resting in a place it doesn't care to stay

To expand a bit to the situation, you're there for "offical" purposes, conducting a wedding of your old pastor's daughter - this of couyrse might have deeper meanin if we explored their relationship to you. Puttin that aside though, you're doing something official, maybe quasi religious, uncomfortable in your dress - you are amused at your situation, but not entirely comfortable.

The real conflict of the dream involves these character who pay no attention to you that are invading your space - your temporary space. Now, in my version of dream interpretation, these would be other aspects of your self, one of which wears camoflage. This one, this more militaristing or belligernet self, and he takes away your phone, all the while ignoring you. So perhaps, when you find your slef in these official possibly religious roles, you also feel like you are denying aspects of yourself, they ignore you and your ugly suit, but when you deny them - demanding that they leave, your anger emerges, with the end resulkt being your anger takes away your ability to communicate effectively (the phone)

The theme is repeated when you return to the room (the journey being much longer than you anticipate - does it take you more time to cool off after being angry?) another self emerges, doing urinalysis - where for did all this piss and viniger come from? why are you so pissed off when you just want to play this role and be done. But your angry self is still there, mumbling behind you, and confronting this again tends to hobble you, like two bald legless midgets.

So, my reader digest conclusion is that while you may think your okay with playing an "official" role, and maybe can be amused with the ugliness of the situation, there's a part of you that's still angry about it, angry more that you deny these feelings, and that even your cool intellectual analysis doesn't help you any. You still feel cut off, uncommunicative,and belittled by yourself. Perhaps the things you claimn do not matter all that much to you, really do?