November 03, 2003
I dreamed last night that I was back at the Steam Plant at work and a bunch of my clothes were floating in the oil-skimmer pond where all the compressor cooling water goes. My clothes were in a white garbage bag and the bag was making a lazy circle in the water. I KNEW that I had to wade out there and GET MY STUFF before it sank.
I did. I was wearing ankle-high rubber boots, the kind I once wore when I worked the Moore filtration job 22 years ago. The water was way over the tops of my boots, but it looked exactly like the water around Key West. It was crystal clear and tiny fish were swimming around in it. I waded out there and fetched my bag.
As I was slogging out of the water, I saw my ex-wife walking down the road. She had a big bandage across her face and when she saw me, she ducked behind a power pole and tried to hide. I went over to see her. "My God," I asked. "Did you get a NOSE JOB?"
She gave me the same look I saw on her face in court when I signed the divorce papers. It was that combination of smirk and innocence that she is so good at manufacturing. "I'm not the ONLY one, you know. Look around, on your way out," she said. "EVERYBODY is expected to have this kind of nose now, and you just don't get it. That's your problem. You never understood how to plan your career, did you, Rob?"
She was smoking a cigarette. Her nose was bulbous and swollen. Her eyes were blackened. I always thought that Jennifer had a beautiful face and I couldn't believe that she had done that to herself. "I liked your face the way it was," I offered.
"Yeah. And look at where THAT got you," she said, as she pitched her cigarette into the oil-skim pond and walked away.
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning after that dream and I couldn't go back to sleep.
Do you believe that I might find some serious Freudian implications in that dream if I really took the time to analyze it?
Freud smoid. she dumped you. get over it. move the fuck on chump.
Sorry Anna, but on this one, it is chock full of Freudian implications. Wow, Rob. Given some of our conversations this weekend, I could see all kinds of Freudian interpretations. As Dax would say, "Just Damn!"
Deams are also a way of exorcising things from the spirit.
Dream Analysis is one of my interests. Here are some definitions in no particular order.
Dreaming of oil prognosticates excesses in pleasurable enterprises.For a man to dream that he deals in oil (wading) denotes unsuccessful love-making, as he will expect unusual concessions. Perhaps you loved your X but she really didn't satisfy your lust.It took me 21 years of marriage to admit that my X really never turned me on.
To dream of seeing clothes soiled denotes deceit will be practiced to your harm. Beware of friendly dealings with strangers.Evidently your X was deceitful with the no good dope smoker and put your career down knowing you were educated to do something else.If a woman really loves you she'd be happy to see you riding your goat with pen and pad in hand fulfilling your passion.
To dream of old boots indicate sickness and snares before you. You have already been through the illness but need to be careful in choosing your next mate so as to find someone who cares for you for your passions and sense of love for family.
To dream of clear water fortells you will joyfully realize prosperity and pleasure. I believe prosperity of spirit is on the brink for you. If you find yourself bailing the water out (over your rubber boots) foreshadows trouble, sickness, and misery will work you a hard task, but you will forestall them by your watchfulness. Believe me the misery will begin to dissipate and then you'll be open and ready for the absolute love of your life. To sport with the water (seeing fish) denotes a sudden awakening to love and passion.
To dream of the nose is prophetic of disaster.It would be diastrous to be attracted to someone similiar to your X. Eyes- brown(close to black) denotes deceit and perfidy.
Dreaming of divorce you are not satisfied with your companion and should cultivate amore congenial atmosphere the the homelife.
You posted on your profile that the best feeling in the world was falling in love. I agree
Sweet Dreams tonight
Sweet Dreams? After all that shit to handle?
Lexia, you think too much.
LOL I've been told that before! I won't lose any sleep over it tonight. I could wild away the hours confering with the flowers.
Just relax, A-Man. Dreams are a complex means of your mind clearing clutter out for the next day. The only startling thing is that they jumble all sorts of things into one lump, none of which together makes sense in the awake world.
Beth - Stop posting as me - you dumb pathetic cunt.
Adam, Beth is being cute by posting as me. Its so obvious how fucked up she is. Knock it off you overweight bull dyke.
wow, so beth's resorted to assuming other people's identities? Not the healthiest behavior for a "counselor".
She is not a counselor - actually she is not even a she - Bessie is an obese 48 year old boy living in his mother's basement. Its pathetic that he/she is doing that - how pathetic.
anna, that'd be why i had the term in quotes.