Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Somehow, Things Seem Connected

The time has come, the Valrus said
To talk of many things
Of writer's blocks, and evening walks
And blog posts that such brings
Of how a dream just might affect
Songs the radio sings

I got nothin', folks! No ideas. My standby topic is behaving himself, finding no great treasures, accidentally murdering no livestock, and not offering me impossible dreams. I'm on my own, and the page looks bleak. I'm killing time before the sun sets enough for my evening walk, and I got nothin'. So I'm treating you to some random amateur dream analysis.

Monday night (actually very early Tuesday morning) I had a detailed dream about being on a family vacation. My mom and dad were both in this dream. I rarely dream of them together. But it was a family vacation, at a theme park kind of like Silver Dollar City. Kind of folksy, not a lot of rides. It was mainly MY family. Not Hick. I don't recall the boys being there either. But my adult niece was.

Anyhoo...in this dream, we were getting ready to leave and head home. It was a long drive. I needed to get back to my room to change clothes and pack. But nobody in this dream would tell me how to get to my room. [Let the record show that in real life, I am terrible about directions. I can't picture where things are in relation to other things. I got lost one time in a Dillard's store at Battlefield Mall in Springfield, Missouri, because it was arranged on a spiral or circular kind of floor plan, and had mirrors everywhere, and I kept walking laps around it until my friend found me...or I might still be there, a spinster, thin as a twig, but with great endurance.]

In this dream, I told dream Mom and dream Dad that I didn't want to make everybody late, and dream Dad kind of grunted in the way he had, a man of few words, and made it clear that I BETTER NOT make everyone late. Still, nobody told me how to get to my room.

I woke up remembering all the details. I knew what clothes I was wearing, the colors of the stripes on my tank top, the texture of the surface of the roof that I climbed on in my dream, looking for the way to my room. In this dream, there were two motel complexes, and nobody told me which one I was in. So I climbed a long ramp not meant for people, and stopped short of hoisting myself over a rough, sparkly, tan asphalt ledge to look for my room.

In my dream, I next went to the nicer of the new motels, after painfully hiking back down that ramp, my knees sore. I walked through several dining rooms full of people who seemed to be from a group of Amish or Mennonite people. They acted as if I was an intruder. I wound around through there to a dead end, trying to find my room, thinking how did I even get there, since I clearly don't drive on the highway. And that once I found my room and changed into my jeans, I would ask my niece to ride with me, and she would probably drive for me on the highway.

Then I woke up. The most disconcerting part was that I figured if I was supposed to be going on a trip with dream Mom and dream Dad...well...I know where THEY are now, and it's not someplace I'm in a hurry to go! Unless I'm headed further south, which would also not be a pleasant thought.

I was thinking about this dream on the way to town. You know how they are, so clear in your mind after you wake up. Thinking, thinking, rather than taking time to grab my dream book to look up stuff about it. Anyhoo...I was in one of those states where you just kind of drive automatically. I got out to the county lettered highway, going through the motions, with no memory of driving those three miles to get there.

I was still dwelling on this dream as I turned onto the parking lot of Orb K to cash in a winning scratch-off ticket. A song started up on the radio.

"Holes in the Floor of Heaven." By Steve Wariner.

Funny how I just blogged about it the other day. Of course I sat in the car and listened until it was over. I sent a text to The Pony to tell him it made me think of him. He was in class, learning about Renaissance church art.

Funny how I got myself in the car at the right time, with the radio on the right station to hear that song.




14 comments:

  1. Pretty good for having nothing. When I have nothing I pick a random item like a light bulb and post on it...usually they are not very good posts.

    I never remember my dreams. Mrs. C always does and tells me them in great detail. I then interpret them for her, my interpretation is always that it means we should get it on...then I get a "Heah!!" and she rolls over and goes back to sleep.

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    1. Well, that's why I had to pick my dream. Light bulbs had already been done!

      I guess if you wrote a book about dream interpretations, it wouldn't be very long.

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  2. I think Joeh's wife is dreaming of cigars... not penises.

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    1. Maybe your dream interpretation book can be on the shelf right next to his! Competition might drive up sales.

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    2. Freud did say, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."

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    3. I don't know if you two are helping or hurting the cigar business!

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  3. Those songs are sent to you. I dreamed I had cornered an older man with gray fuzzy hair and was telling Mr. Mavrakos (the in town candy giant) all about where I used to work, where he used to come in to get his film developed. We were name dropping. Weird.

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    1. Dreams can be so specific! Not Mr. Hershey, not Uncle Ben, not Mrs. Paul, not Chef Boyardee...but Mr. Mavrakos!

      Today I stopped by Orb K again, where I heard that song yesterday, and as I was leaving, I saw a penny on the floor. Sure, it was right there where somebody might have dropped it while stuffing it in his pocket after leaving the counter. But I found it, blending in there on the dirty-penny-colored tile. This one was 1975.

      AND on my way home, on a remote part of our gravel road, I saw another bright penny glint as I approached. I didn't stop for that one. There had been a car stopped at the mailboxes when I got back in T-Hoe, and I didn't want to risk getting run over.

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  4. Excellent post even though you couldn't think of anything, I find when I am stumped the harder I try to come up with something the blanker the page becomes.

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    1. I guess you need to settle into some REM sleep so you'll have a dream!

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  5. Renaissance Church art? I'd love to sit in on that class.

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    1. University of Oklahoma, Wednesdays, 10:50 a.m.

      You could probably TEACH that class!

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  6. I have so many things that inspire me of late .... and the internet would refuse to let me write!! We got he new modem today and the internet is working great ...... even though we did not install it yet!

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    1. And yet I have no inspiration, and my internet works just fine! It's a travesty of Even Stevenism!

      My phone (which used to belong to Genius, him taking the upgrade and new phone when mine fell in the toilet) quit sending pictures to my email. QUEUED is all I got.

      I sent Genius a text today, seeing as how he's all about computery stuff and phones, and this one used to be his...and he said, "Huh. Google it again, I guess. Or maybe it'll just go away."

      And tonight, it WENT AWAY!

      I think the gadgets are just toying with us, right before they take over the world.

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