February 9, 2005

• I rarely try to interpret my dreams. I’m pretty good at interpreting other people’s dreams because other people seem to have an underlying dream logic that makes a psychological or metaphysical interpretation possible. Not me. More often than not, my dreams tell a story and I see no rhyme or reason to it. It’s completely disconnected from my reality, even if it features people and places from my reality. It may be that I am too close to it; I can’t see it because it’s a part of me. Only another person could interpret my dreams… though some have tried and it really doesn’t mesh with my life or habits. So, mostly I just allow myself to be entertained and don’t worry so much about interpretation (despite the fact I have about four different dream symbolism books heh).

  
  

  Last night I dreamed I was at work. There was a pudgy little Hispanic lady who wanted to pay for her books by check but once she had it written out, she said she had no driver’s license. I told her we couldn’t accept it without one, so she took out a Wegman’s discount card and asked if we could accept that instead. Oddly enough, I said yes, but there was no magnetic strip. I had to key it in manually, which meant that I had to put it through the credit card swiper afterwards to make an impression, but since the Wegman card didn’t have any raised numbers, it wouldn’t matter whether I did or not. So I called my boss over, but I just couldn’t make her understand what was going on. She kept picking up the customer’s purchase (which consisted of several large, computer software sized boxes) of ABBA and saying we really need to make a display. My boss finally figured out what I was trying to explain to her, but the customer had wandered off and I had to find her and return her card. Then I had to admire my boss’ ABBA display. Honestly, I don’t even know what ABBA sounds like! lol

  
  

  However, just before I woke up, I heard music. I find dreams of music particularly annoying. If it’s a tune I recognize, then I find myself listening to the radio all day thinking I’ll hear it. If it’s something I don’t recognize, I lose the harmony too soon and then I’m frustrated because I feel like if you hear something no one’s ever heard in your dream you should hold onto it because it’s special. I tried marking the notes down, but I’m no musician and I doubt I did it right. At any rate, it seemed like the opening notes of an orchestra, possibly cellos or an organ. Something increasing in volume as it progressed with a deep bass sound.

  
  

  I work late tonight (2 AM). That’s really no deterent to my dreaming, but I might be at work even later than that because our big bosses are coming around tomorrow which means the store must be spic’n'span. And then tomorrow my mother wants to take my nephew someplace at the crack of dawn and I’m invited. I said I’d go, but I don’t know. I get crabby enough when I visit public places, let alone when I’m sleep deprived. And I wanted to see the Phantom of the Opera movie tomorrow too. I have to see if they’ve finally made a Phantom movie that measures up to the book. If you haven’t read the book, you really should. It is so much better than any movie they ever made… just like no Frankenstein movie can compare to the book. Frankenstein movies are garbage compared to Shelley’s novel. Though conversely, Dracula is an awful book and most of the movies are one hundred times better than the novel.

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