Monday, November 24, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Saturday, October 25, 2014
We were all going to the Patriots game but I couldn't get everybody moving. More and more time went by till we missed the kickoff, the first half, the third quarter - finally Patrice, my dream girl that I was hoping to woo, said she didn't think we were going to make it. I said yeah we'd never get there and out of the car and into the stadium before the end. My best friend Schuyler started stroking her hair and she reciprocated, and then they laid down on the banks of a river and started kissing. I was devastated. I turned away and said "Take it easy guys" as farewell and Schuyler said "You too" without looking up as I walked away. I realized I hadn't activated my car finder app when we parked so now I had no idea where my car was. I started wandering the streets looking for the parking garage, barely able to walk from sadness. Still feel devastated after waking.
INSIGHT - Schuyler was a best friend, Patrice was a beautiful straight-laced girl that almost happened - now in my dreams she represents the straight life I never had - of course then lots of people wouldn't have known me all these years. I feel like that concept and the Patriots game are related - at this point I'm too old to live the life I imagined, as Roger Waters once said "No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun." Although it's interesting that in the dream it was everyone else's apathy that caused us to miss out - I was trying to get people motivated but no one would come with me. Patrice then chose the option available to her at the time, which wasn't me. I have a theory that the maximum number of individuals you can get to do anything is three - any more than that and someone will drag the whole group down. Even though Schuyler was my friend I felt no betrayal - this wasn't about him so much as it was the loss of her. Interestingly in real life Schuyler once had a prospect stolen away by another mutual friend (something I consider a serious breach of etiquette), so it's odd that my dream would place him in the role of stealer here. All of them are now hundreds of miles away. So sad.
INSIGHT - Schuyler was a best friend, Patrice was a beautiful straight-laced girl that almost happened - now in my dreams she represents the straight life I never had - of course then lots of people wouldn't have known me all these years. I feel like that concept and the Patriots game are related - at this point I'm too old to live the life I imagined, as Roger Waters once said "No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun." Although it's interesting that in the dream it was everyone else's apathy that caused us to miss out - I was trying to get people motivated but no one would come with me. Patrice then chose the option available to her at the time, which wasn't me. I have a theory that the maximum number of individuals you can get to do anything is three - any more than that and someone will drag the whole group down. Even though Schuyler was my friend I felt no betrayal - this wasn't about him so much as it was the loss of her. Interestingly in real life Schuyler once had a prospect stolen away by another mutual friend (something I consider a serious breach of etiquette), so it's odd that my dream would place him in the role of stealer here. All of them are now hundreds of miles away. So sad.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Was trying to pee sitting down in a tiny tiny little bathroom and college girls kept barging in taking a shortcut. There were two doors, and the girls awkwardly tried to get around my knees - they all said sorry but they didn't really mean it. I got up and locked both doors with an old fashioned slide bolt lock and they all got upset, pushing the doors in and making them bulge while I turned around and tried to pee standing up since they could see.
INSIGHT - Well, I had to pee, so that was a big influence. Also I had watched Harmony Korine's movie 'Spring Breakers' the night before, which portrays college girls as mounds of vapid, self-absorbed meat. Another naked in public dream, but this time no one thought it was unusual - they just assumed I was taking a dump because I was sitting down. I do usually pee sitting down, because I live alone and there's no one else to clean the bathroom. Lack of splatter makes a huge difference. I find it interesting that the girls were awkwardly maneuvering between my legs - this feels like some sort of statement on sexuality but I have no idea what it means.
INSIGHT - Well, I had to pee, so that was a big influence. Also I had watched Harmony Korine's movie 'Spring Breakers' the night before, which portrays college girls as mounds of vapid, self-absorbed meat. Another naked in public dream, but this time no one thought it was unusual - they just assumed I was taking a dump because I was sitting down. I do usually pee sitting down, because I live alone and there's no one else to clean the bathroom. Lack of splatter makes a huge difference. I find it interesting that the girls were awkwardly maneuvering between my legs - this feels like some sort of statement on sexuality but I have no idea what it means.
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