Dodgy Dream
I had an odd dream last night and I can’t stop thinking about it. I have always been interested in the meaning of dreams, but this one has imprisoned my natural ability to dismiss the random thoughts in my head.
In my dream, I was with a group of people, both men and women, in a parking garage. We all had met there, in separate vehicles and we were going to turn ourselves in to the police. I don’t know what crime we committed, but there were only two people I distinctly remember being in the group. The first was my cousin Miguel Gonzales (who I grew up with and he has always been my partner in crime, so to speak) and the second was a friend and DJ I worked with in the past, Dave Decibel (when we worked together, we did work across the street from the jail and we did have to park in a parking garage). I haven’t seen either of these men in months, but guess if I were going to go to jail these were the people my unconscious mind thought were the obvious choices to accompany me. Sorry guys.
This is one of the things I found on-line about jail dreams:
“Your dream may have associated jail with dodgy people. Do you fear someone who is dodgy looking? Are you trying to avoid someone who is untrustworthy and you suspect of crime? If so then your dream depicts this dislike of dodgy looking people and your continuing wish to keep clear of them. Alternatively you may fear you are becoming dodgy yourself and that others do not fully trust you.” http://www.dreamsymbolism.info/dreamdictionary/jail-dreams.php
Now, I don’t think either of the aforementioned companions are “dodgy” or dodgy looking, and I don’t think I am becoming dodgy either, but who knows. The other weird thing is, we never went to jail. Instead we all decided not to turn ourselves in and just hung out there. We were a big group of fugitives, running from the law, in and around a big dark parking garage. Huh?!?
Is there anyone who can help me? I am feeling overly constrained by this.
Surrendering to The Dark Side
I have become quite the Stars Wars Geek these days, and like most of the recent changes in my life, I have my five year-old to thank or blame, I’m not sure which.
A long time ago (about three years) in a galaxy far, far away (Gram’s house) …
Azul found her Star Wars DVD collection and was immediately hooked. We started with the 1970’s and 1980’s originals, now recognized as Episodes IV, V, and VI, and then moved on to the entire set of movies.
One by one, Azul brought the movies home and watched them from morning to night. All of them! Over and over! He would wake up at 6:00 a.m., turn on the TV and DVD player, insert the movie and that was how he started his day. My day began at the same time with the blaring Star Wars symphony floating to my bedroom from the living room, it was better than any alarm clock I have ever had. Then after dinner he would pick up where he left off and Star Wars was on again. The Force definitely had a grasp on him and I was okay with it. We talked about the violence and how he felt about it, and like with most things I was impressed by his ability to grasp the concept of sci-fi and the difference between that and reality, so we were good and the movies continued. He knew the character’s names and would quote his favorite lines. He developed a kinship with the “bad guys” and had a striking resemblance to the young Anakin Skywalker from The Phantom Menace.
But the movies were only a gateway drug; we moved on to Legos and action figures, books and sticker books, and every character dictionary and encyclopedia we could find. The day he received a Light Saber from his Auntie Mari and Uncle Roger, he said in amazement, “I never thought I would have my own Light Saber, this is the best day of my life.” Oh, we were in deep. And I truly believe I know more about this topic than any I studied in grad school and have also, “Learned to talk like Yoda, I have!”
Finally, after months of being into our Star Wars way of life, I realized the Empire must be stopped!
The moment of enlightenment came the morning I woke up from probably the third night in a row of dreaming of Attack of the Clones fighting side by side with Queen Amidala. Now, I love Natalie Portman and Amidala, but once she entered my unconscious dream state, I was done. No more Star Wars for a while, I had had enough. There really is such a thing as too much of a good thing and we had peaked.
The break was a small one and Star Wars is still a constant in our lives, and our knowledge continues to grow, only now it is applied with some moderation.
So, in celebration of this weekend, and to my fellow Star Wars Geeks and all others, May the Fourth be With You!
p.s. Yes, in all our geekdom, we will also be celebrating The Revenge of The Sixth as well.
Dream Girl
We took Azul to Disneyland to celebrate his 5th birthday and it really is the place where dreams come true… While we were there we hit it hard, spending 6 to 8 hours a day at the park for three days straight. We rode everything we could, which included Space Mountain. I had never been on this ride and wasn’t sure what to expect, but the best motherly advice I had for my five-year old was, “If you see something that scares you, just close your eyes.” And he did, through the entire ride! When we got off, I was wondering if we were really going that fast or was it just the wind blowing at us. It’s dark and you feel disoriented and you’re moving from side to side on a roller coaster, so I wasn’t sure what it was. Then I took just one look at the park-provided photo (you know — the picture they take of you while you hit the climax of the ride and then try to sell to you at the end), just one look and I knew, we really were going that fast. The other thing I knew, my chi-chis hadn’t looked that good in years! The cruel treatment gravity had handed me was gone, thanks to a quick few seconds of free fall on a fast-moving roller coaster. So of course I bought the 5×7 and 4 wallet package. I wanted proof that dreams really do come true in Disneyland.
Carmelina Hart 