Other people's dreams are boring.
 

For the most part.

Which is why I try not to get so excited about my own dreams that I feel compelled to share them with others. Sometimes my excitement does get the best of me, and I am forced to bore people.

Unless a dream is soup thick with symbolism, the revelation of which alerts your friends to just how deeply distrubed, perveted, depraved, oblivious you really are, your friends don't care. Dreaming about being a bounty hunter who falls in love with a dove *sounds* fantastic when you're sorting it all out in your own head, but tell it to someone else and watch how the eyes feel with a sort of glazed dread. They say, "Do go on," if they're polite, but they're usually thinking, "Oh Jesus, how much more?!"

When my roommate says, "I HAVE to tell you about this dream I had," I would think, "No, you HAVE to pee in the morning because your bladder is full. You feel like telling me about your dream because you secretly hate me." Then, one fine day, I told her to please stop.

A dream lasts, maybe, a total of seconds. The telling of one's dream seems to go on for hours.

But, friends, today is one of those days when I feel compelled. Because last night I dreamt that I was Walt Disney. The man himself, tailored in a rather lovely suit.

Started off as myself getting into a spot of trouble. The setting: Bennington College. I was fleeing the police in a sporty little vehicle and driving around like I was in Grand Theft Auto. Without notice, without any kind of distrubance, I was Walt Disney, and man...I could drive.

No one could catch me. There was only the rev of my engine and the spiraling road ahead, abutting a steep drop down. I promptly drove off the edge and into nothing, and as the car spun I - Walt Disney - safely spilled out into a soft patch of desert sand. Ascending the cliff side, I came upon a house, immediately identified as a refuge. I wanted to hide from my family and the world. I wanted the comforts of Disneyland but wanted to avoid Disneyland itself.

Much like Snow White, I sought shelter amongst those who lived in this cliffside cottage, an unkempt abode mostly occupied by people wearing - just my luck! - Disney character costumes.

I soon realized that I was dressed as Mickey Mouse.

And boy were they dumbstruck with awe when I took off my mask to reveal the face of Walt Disney himself. And the youngest of the girls, a pixie lass of about 18, told me I was very, very handsome.

I woke up before I could seduce her. Poor Walt.

Other people's dreams may be boring, but yours (EH) definitely are not!

Man, that dream is much more interesting than all my dreams of the past 5 years put together. Thanks for sharing!

That's a great dream. The kind that makes me force myself back to sleep to find out what comes next, only to have the whole thing become a nightmarish twist on the original magic.

Actually... I want to hear your nightmarish twist on the original magic. Go back to sleep immediately and report back here.

That is a very interesting dream. Did you intentionally drive off the edge?

Of course! It was my intention to land in the soft patch of sand. It was like a mini Sahara, just for my own safety and comfort.

I recently had a dream that I was hanging out with Bono. We were just chatting, but I don't quite recall what we were talking about. It was cool though. I woke up smiling.

Yours sounds cool too.

Hmmm Walt Himself huh? Of course we need to know what Walt means to you in your personal mytholoogy - but using the cultural myths as a starting point...

There's this creative genious racing about inside your psyche desperate to break out, you'll drive off cliffs before you capituate to those who will commercialize (Disneyland) your magic. And yet, you must keep this genious under cover in a cartoony fun loving clean cut guise (Mickey Mouse) where you find solace in a community of the similarly masked persons - who indeed recognize that hidden genius within, and are ready to give themselves, body and soul, to accomplish your mission.

I do love the way you think about my thoughts.

Say it with me...retreat.

By this reasoning, do I also desire the admiration and sexual attention of young arty girls? I was a bit alarmed by how "affirming" that felt. Ah, me. Oh, my.

EH1812 - €'s very good with the dream interpretation thing. There should be a thread where we present him with our dreams and he tells us his take on it.

I think you must have a hidden creative Walt inside. Unleash it!
:)


I recently had a dream about Judi Dench that someone interpreted and it was so on the money it was scary.