An Attempt at Dream Analysis

This morning I awoke from a most peculiar dream. I decided to try and decode it with the help of the interwebs and Jack Altman's 1,001 Dreams.

In the dream, I saw a dragon, about the size of Mushu from Mulan, taking something from what looked like a giant Pez dispenser in the shape of a dragon's head at an altar. Upon closer inspection, this dragon's head was filled with bubbling different colours. I saw him mix different colours together and taste them. He would start to sing, and each combination seemed to evoke a different emotion. When I tried it myself, it didn't work. He informed me it had to be mixed by a dragon's claws for there to be any effect.

-Analysis-

Dragon: a dark force force in my nature that I must address in order to achieve self-fulfillment OR it represents primal energy and the forces of heaven.

Song: an invitation to explore a potential for personal creativity.

Altar: spiritual strength and help from higher planes.

Colours

*These are all the colours I saw in the dream.

Gold: aspects of my true self that I value.

Pink: love, joy, sweetness, happiness, affection, kindness.

Purple: devotion, healing abilities, compassion.

Red: raw energy, force, vigor.

Yellow: intellect, agility, energy, harmony, wisdom.

Green: positive change, hope, growth, vitality; also represents the strive to gain recognition and establish independence. 

An Attempt at Dream Analysis

This I Believe: A Turn of the Cards

I believe in living life to the absolute fullest. For some it means fast and furious and for others tranquil and slow. It can be as simple as indulging in an extra slice of Dutch apple pie or as complex as starting over after recovering from a long-term illness.

During spring break of my senior year in high school, I went out with my boyfriend and a few other friends to a local coffee house to escape the drama of college applications, job hunting and the impending Final Exams of Doom. We weren't expecting anything special out of that day, just to kick back with drinks and pastries and trade a few laughs. Then we met Dave. We had assumed him to be just another patron, but there he was, jumping right into our conversation of anything and everything. We pulled up chairs to his table, welcoming him into our group. Even though we didn't know him, he basically poured his life out to us, and we reciprocated. Dave, we learned, collected and read tarot cards, and that evening he offered to read them for each of us for free. I don't put a whole lot of faith into tarot card readings because they are a huge opportunity for scams. I had nothing to lose in this situation, so it was an "Eh, what the hell" decision. To my surprise, his interpretation was absolutely dead-on, as it was for everyone else there that night. It was very hard to leave to be home in time for curfew. Even though Dave was many years our senior, he was a beautiful person with a warm personality, and I was extremely unwilling to let him go just like that.

One thing that has stuck with me from my tarot card reading is that all the obstacles that stand in my way are in my head; I am my own limits. With that in mind, I want to play my music a little too loudly. I want to go on all the most extreme roller coasters in America. I want to travel the world and come home at the end of the day. I want to laugh, to cry, to throw at least one full blown bitchfit. I want to experience because only then do I know that I am alive.

This I Believe: A Turn of the Cards

Dear Wanker in the Chatroom,

Why is it that you make it your priority to solicit me for sex the second I join the room?
I'm not here to cater to the needs of your non-existent d*ck. What's even more amusing is your desire to keep me up to date on your imaginary active sex life. I also love how foolish you think I am. You say you're 19, when your profile clearly says you're 22. It really makes my life so much easier when you ask me to perform cyber sex in botched English. I feel that less guilty about blocking your stupid ass. For all you know, I could be an undercover cop posing as a teen, out hunting for punks like you. I hope one day you do get busted. Then everyone will know that all you do is sit in the basement with your pants down in front of a webcam looking for cheap thrills.

Here's to you, fail whale.

Dear Wanker in the Chatroom,

"Honey...I'm Bored. I Want a Divorce."

Every now and again I like to pick up the Wall Street Journal and peruse it, not only because it warms my dad's heart to see me reading it but also because I'm rather drawn to the Personal Journal section.

Last week there was an article on Al and Tipper Gore's divorce after 40 years. It suggested that they broke up not because of infidelity or political corruption or a personal tragedy, but rather because one or both parties got bored. Back in the 60s and 70s, the average life expectancy was between 40 and 50 years of age, after the kids had flown the nest. The chances of dying first were higher than the chances of getting a divorce. Now with inventions such as oxygen tanks, successful organ transplants and life support, we're living longer and apparently still feeling frisky in our 60s.

I can't say much because I've never been married, but I'd like to think the point of getting married is to literally share yourself exclusively with another human being...for life, barring situations that include cheating, family tragedy, death, etc.

I guess now the question becomes: Should boredom be an acceptable reason to end a marriage?

"Honey...I'm Bored. I Want a Divorce."

New from Post Cereal

This is probably going to send me straight to hell, but it's a legitimate thought: why aren't the hosts at church flavored? It'd be a brilliant investment, a definite reason for the congregation to come back every week.

Quite personally I wouldn't mind it if there were chocolate chips in the hosts. Or if they were pizza flavored. Or what about sea salt and cracked pepper? Sour cream and onion? The possibilities would be endless once the Church has expanded beyond plain wheat flavor. Not that it would ever happen.

Food for thought.

New from Post Cereal

15 Things You'll Forget About Me

Memorize these. There just might be a pop-quiz. *sinister laugh*

1. I want to travel the world. Somehow I'll win the MegaMillion Jackpot so money won't be an issue.
2. I am a bookworm. "Lord of the Rings" is number one in my heart.
3. Speaking of LOTR, my birthday is 100 years and a day after J.R.R. Tolkien's. I feel so honored. :D
4. Around 11 pm every night, assuming I'm still up and about, my brain-to-mouth filter shuts down completely.
5. I never played with Barbies or make-up in my pubescent stage. I could be found on the soccer pitch instead.
6. I tend to get along better with boys rather than girls. While boys have their own drama, its longevity is thankfully brief.
7. I would love to have a permanent residence in New Zealand, specifically in Port Waikato. It's right by Tolkien's Weathertop, Rohan and the Dead Marshes.
8. I want to grow up and become either a mortician or a pathologist's assistant. Human anatomy is incredibly fascinating, but I could never deal with the pressure that comes with patients that are still alive.
9. I tend to put other people's happiness before my own.
10. I am a huge procrastinator.
11. Some of my media guilty pleasures include "The Jerry Springer Show," "The Steve Wilkos Show," and RayWilliamJohnson.
12. I want to own my own stables someday.
13. I played soccer (football for the rest of the world reading this) for roughly 11 years. I had much potential as a sweeper, up until I tore my anterior cruciate ligament and turned to playing the clarinet instead.
14. I operate best in structured chaos. Take my room--it's messy, sure, but the piles are strategically located so I can find whatever I need when I need it...most of the time.
15. Needles are one of my biggest adversaries. Right up there with spiders.

15 Things You'll Forget About Me