Saturday, July 14, 2007

I had a dream

Earlier this week I had a dream.

Lisa (my wife), Watson (my dog), and I visited my parents only to find that they had purchased a new dog. The unsettling thing was that the dog was identical to our Watson with one subtle distinction: the dog had two heads. This dog insisted on following me everywhere I went. At one point I had to change my clothes in the room that had once been my bedroom, and naturally I wanted privacy from this strange dog (by strange, I mean unfamiliar). However, the two-headed Watson clone would not have it. He insisted on sharing my privacy. I ran into the bedroom and tried to slam the door shut, but the dog forced his way through before I could lock myself in. The dog of super strength, having gained entrance to my once sacred domain, lunged at me, knocking me onto my back. He was on top of me, both heads furiously licking my face. I struggled and writhed but the dog was the victor. In the midst of futile resistance, I awoke from my dream with a start, relieved to see, lying asleep on the floor next to my own bed, my single-headed Watson.

This dream has been troubling me all week, and I am looking for a (non-Freudian) interpretation.

Please help.

Originally Posted: Tuesday, November 3, 2006
(Then) Curent Mood: confused


Anonymous said...

I think we may have a Never-Nude on our hands. A dog of four-eyed, colorless vision invades your room to behold you in all your glory, while seemingly ravishing you on your childhood bedroom floor. To deny Freud this dream would be to deny Darwin his turtles; Joseph his parti-colored coat. Strange release for you that the canine lost his head. You've really got to learn to share that privacy, bud. After all, the Black Dog can only behold your body--he can't gaze into your soul. Can he?

Posted by Russ on Saturday, November 04, 2006 at 7:28 AM

Anonymous said...

How's this for weird: I had a dream last night that I was in a very tall building with a magnficient spiral staircase. Well, one thing led to another, and before you know it, I was being chased by some men who apparently wanted to do me in. (I think it had something to do with them being parking lot attendants and me not paying to park.) I avoided them, but their evil felines (American housecats) spotted me. Now, the cats were no match for me, though they were drawing blood with their claws. Annoyed more than anything, it appeared clear to me what I must do. By this time, the attacking cats had morphed into one adorable kitten-like cat--a spitten image of my sister's own real-life 8-month-old black cat, who is the essence of adorable diabolicalness. In the dream, I had seen the real kitten/cat somewhere in the building, so I couldn't be positive if the tiny feline I was about to toss down the stairwell to its death was the menace my accusers had sent to annoy me, or the real thing. Anyhow, I decided to take a leap of faith and throw the cat down the stairs. As the feline fell, it attempted to pull another one of our cats to its death, but fortunately Furball hung on long enough for me to race down to the stairs to pull her back to safety. The dream ended happily: I had vanquished the torturing look-alike and my sister's cat lived to see the survival of Furball, and my escape from my pursuers. Don't ever let them tell you there is such a thing as Free Parking: you might just have to pay with your favorite kitty's life. Don't expect to be as lucky as I was.

Posted by Russ on Monday, November 06, 2006 at 10:04 AM

yajeev said...

I'm glad it was you and not Watson dreaming this. He's terrified of cats. He would have probably woken up in a cold sweat, barking bloody murder.

Thanks for sharing.

Posted by VJ on Monday, November 06, 2006 at 5:10 PM

yajeev said...

I'm having a stretch of really intense dreams.

Just the other night I dreamt that I was on a cruise ship with my wife and her family.

While they were all sleeping, I wandered the boat until I happened to run into Jerrod, a grad school classmate of mine. Hungry, we made our way to the ship restaurant where we found a table with a total stranger. One thing led to another, and Jerrod and I learned that the gentleman at our table had never used or even heard of the revolutionary new way to package food--Press n' Seal.

For the remaining minutes of my dream, Jerrod and I found ourselves explaining the merits of Press n' Seal to our new acquaintance... and how much better than Saran wrap and Ziploc bags it clearly is.

But, it was to no avail... the guy just didn't get it.

Posted by VJ on Friday, November 10, 2006 at 3:32 PM

Anonymous said...

You shoulda taken the Business Jerrod with you. He woulda gotten the job done.

Posted by Russ on Saturday, November 11, 2006 at 9:00 PM