Time to get out the dream books
I have long been interested in dream interpretaion and the mechanics of dreams themselves. I don't follow any one theorist or anything, have read a lot of stuff on Frued and Jung, just think they both make good points. Anyway, had the most fucked up dream last night, and a few nights ago too, that I just have to get out of me. I can't make heads or tails of them right now really but here we go:
Last night: John Barrowman dream. Weird as weird gets. It was me and him and a lot of other people, but I didn't know the other people. We were at a wedding or some shit like that, in some grand ballroom of a rather creepy hotel. Actually, no we weren't at a wedding, we were getting ready for a wedding. I didn't know him when the night began but all of a sudden he was auctioned off to me in a way. Like I had chosen his name amongst a few others and I won him for something. He seemed pleased, though he was upset he wasn't with his partner, some cute blonde who sort of resembled Justin from Queer as Folk. We make our way upstairs to get ready for this wedding or ball or whatever it is and something bad happens, not sure what really, it seems so vague to me now, but it was like the hotel was raided and taken over by someone we couldn't see. The dream becomes real fuzzy for me there, except I remember asking him to tell me I was special and he said that seemed real important to me and I told him it was. And my GOD he was good looking in the dream. Anyway, I vaguely remember Shannon being there too, at the end somehow.
The other week: Dreamt that I was with some friends, camping or something out in the woods. We'd heard a sound and all of a sudden there was this great big grizzly there breaking down the door to the cabin we were in, and I was fighting him off behind the door as he clawed the screen and screaming for my friends to help me and no one ever came. I was angry, more angry than scared and I fought off the bear and pushed him down with the door, which fell of its hinges, and he disappeared. I don't know who the friends were, just that I was angry with them.
Last night: John Barrowman dream. Weird as weird gets. It was me and him and a lot of other people, but I didn't know the other people. We were at a wedding or some shit like that, in some grand ballroom of a rather creepy hotel. Actually, no we weren't at a wedding, we were getting ready for a wedding. I didn't know him when the night began but all of a sudden he was auctioned off to me in a way. Like I had chosen his name amongst a few others and I won him for something. He seemed pleased, though he was upset he wasn't with his partner, some cute blonde who sort of resembled Justin from Queer as Folk. We make our way upstairs to get ready for this wedding or ball or whatever it is and something bad happens, not sure what really, it seems so vague to me now, but it was like the hotel was raided and taken over by someone we couldn't see. The dream becomes real fuzzy for me there, except I remember asking him to tell me I was special and he said that seemed real important to me and I told him it was. And my GOD he was good looking in the dream. Anyway, I vaguely remember Shannon being there too, at the end somehow.
The other week: Dreamt that I was with some friends, camping or something out in the woods. We'd heard a sound and all of a sudden there was this great big grizzly there breaking down the door to the cabin we were in, and I was fighting him off behind the door as he clawed the screen and screaming for my friends to help me and no one ever came. I was angry, more angry than scared and I fought off the bear and pushed him down with the door, which fell of its hinges, and he disappeared. I don't know who the friends were, just that I was angry with them.