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I'm dreaming of Sleestaks again. I wonder what it means. When I was little, I had this weird dream that half my living
room was rocks and dirt with a cave on the other side where all these sleestaks lived. Right in front of the cave was this
old rusty swingset, and me and some of the other kids would play on the swingset and throw rocks at the sleestaks. Then they
shot my dad with this ray gun and parts of him started falling off, like his ears and his feet. And then I asked him if he
was going to die and he said "I think so, son." It was one of those dream "moments" where someone says something and it's
like ice in your belly and you wake up with a start.
I'm scared of Sleestaks and even though I know they're not real, I still believe on some level that they're going to
eat my brain. So I make fun of them and post pictures of them everywhere, and I draw sleestaks picking their noses. That way,
when they come for me, they'll know I'm not afraid of them. Either that, or they'll be so angry that they'll make a mistake
and I can get away. Or at the very least, if they eat my brain, I would die knowing that I got to draw a picture
of them picking their noses.
Anyway, so now I am dreaming about Sleestaks again. I'm not putting it on my dream page because I don't remember enough about them. The only thing I remember about the last one is that the Super Friends were asking
the Sleestaks to play freeze tag, and the sleestaks are all for it, which is really weird, because of course everyone knows
that the Super Friends would so totally kick the sleestaks asses in a game of freeze tag.
(Note: Talking about this makes me wonder if freeze tag ought not be an Olympic event. I mean, I picture these really
athletic, long-legged women in lycra, running around a gymnasium trying to tag each other. And the refs would be blowing their
whistles every so often and doing these elaborate gestures, saying "DO OVER!!!" And can't you just hear the announcers, analyzing
who is fastest and how they should strategize based on who is closest to them, and who is "it"? Just one of the things that
keeps my mind busy....)
None of this dream makes any sense to me, but then, my dreams so seldom do.
I'm afraid to know what they mean. Because dreams are just dreams, like funny little cartoons that you watch and laugh
about or whatever; or anyway, that's what they are when you don't know what they mean. Sometimes when you know what they mean,
they become all serious and deep. And then, what you thought was a fun little dream about sleestaks and Super Friends, is
suddenly all about my abandonment issues and deep childhood trauma.
Kind of like how, when you're a kid, you fill a butane lighter up with gasoline, and then instead of a little cigarette-lighting
flame, you get a two-foot tall flame that scares the crap out of you. Or anyway it does if you are a pyromaniac. Not that
I ever was or anything.
It's like it's ok to dream about sleestaks, and that's the small flame that you expect. But finding out what it all means
is having that huge flame leap out and singe off your eyebrows.
Or something like that.
Nevermind.
I have a therapist now who refuses to interpret my dreams. Instead, when I tell her about my dreams, she says, "What
do you think that means?" That kind of helps, on the one hand, and it allows me to examine my inner feelings and
junk. On the other hand, anyone could do that. Actually, I'm just kidding, because she's the best counselor I've ever had,
and plus she reads this site, so I won't start talking about how I'm attracted to her and all that Freudian crap, because
Freud was just so, so wrong on so many levels.
Ok, I'm going to bed now.
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