[Note: If the word "bra" offends you, you may want to skip this particular post. I try not to accept any responsibility for my dreams. They happen on their own accord.]
I work in a government institution. I'm feeling a bit sick and report to the room for sick people. A priest is the ward of the room. First I have to sign-on to a computer so the institution knows my whereabouts. The priest gives me an outfit I have to wear to be in the room. It's a one-piece soft suit made out of a flannel-like material that also covers the feet. As I'm signing-on to the computer, the priest puts his hand on my shoulder and starts rubbing my neck. It feels relaxing.
Somehow I leave the institution. I'm still wearing the outfit. I don't have a bra on and I feel very insecure and exposed. I'm afraid people will notice that I'm not wearing one.
I end-up in a bar or club of some sort. I am wearing sunglasses and have my hair pulled back and a hat on. I think I see Mel Gibson sitting at the bar with a hat and sunglasses on, too. I think this must be a bar where famous people sometimes show-up.
Using my arms, I fold them against my chest to keep people from noticing that I'm not wearing a bra. I start walking to another room of the bar, and some woman sitting at a table must think I'm a famous person because of the incognito way I'm all covered up, with hat and sunglasses. She gets up and quickly takes my picture. The flash goes off and I feel its warmth, the flash burning my eyes a bit causing me to close them for a while.
Suddenly I realize that I'm supposed to be at the institution and that I forgot to sign out of the computer program and go back to work. I feel afraid that I'll get in trouble and lose my job.
8 comments:
Hi Stacey,
Somehow it has become a daily habit to watch your blog. Your thoughts and dreams interest me.
Dreams borrow their content from memory. Memories like movies, inner most cravings, sometimes the future and combine them in a form of screenplay than a thought which occurs in waking like mostly than dreams.
Even thought occur in dreams. They are calculative dreams, where we try to slove problems in dreams. And sometimes it helps.
I am sure your recent dreams are the best example for the content borrowing concept. But the past, inner most cravings or fear, the symbolisation of the future are better identified by your undramatised judgement as it is your memory that is being borrowed.
Sharing dreams still confuse me. But thats another story.
But looking at the fun part of it. I loved the unoffended 'bra' dream. I am happy that some people feel it offends and funny to imagine trying not to been seen without a 'bra'.
-Vino
Wow. There's a horrible amount of insecurity running through this dream, Stacey. Keep your chin up.
Hi Vino,
I have to admit that I'm thankful for the presence of this blog. It not only gives me a place to speak, but its number one purpose has become a place for me to meet with people like you - my friends. It helps feed that hunger for friendship.
Yeah, I had to throw that disclaimer about the bra thing in there because you just never know.
This dream seemed so real! When I woke-up I felt so vulnerable and insecure.
Hi Utenzi,
Strange, but the older I get, the more insecure I feel. I wonder why that is? Shouldn't it be just the other way around?
When I was in college, I thought I was the hottest thing on the skillet. Now I'm just a cold french fry.
It's because you are dissolving, transforming into the unknown.
Maybe George is right. I have no clue. I've certainly shed a lot of insecurities as I've aged.
Hi George,
I wonder if this has something to do with the "Dark Night of the Soul"?
I take the opposite approach in my dreams... I accept responsibilty for them and for my actions in them.
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