I'll take a stab at that...heroproJanuary 20 2004, 12:35:12 UTC
...but keep in mind this is more a writing excersise and a demostration that a dream can be about whatever you (or in this case I) want, than it's what I actually think your dream means.
What it means? You're about to move and start the life you want, uncertain though it is...
Part 1: tiny airplane = life in a very small community/relative isolation... hijackers = things you're afraid of, i.e. death... "A... B... C..."'s = routine life ending in death... asking another hijacker for your favorite saucepan so you can wash it = seeking an old friend (if I place myself unrealisticly highly) or more likely an old feeling about who you are/an old perspective/an old skill set to dust off... See I think you want to start cooking something before you die, so getting your saucepan ready is urgent.
Part 2: my parents' house = an old place... feel the urge to spit = not liking something... spitting, and there are little white scorpions in each glob of spit = things you don't like at all hidden in something very close to you, but which aren't actually hurting you, they're just unpleasant to have in your mouth (work?)... I go to the bathroom to check my mouth in the mirror = reflecting/introspection... There's also a giant wad of gum that tastes like freshly bitten juicyfruit = money/financal security/unhealthy comfort...
so the final analysis from the guy who thinks it'd be cool if you moved to SLO is: you should avoid abc counting hijakers, spit out sickly-sweat gum(hopefuling lossing the scorpions too), and start a restraunt on a bigger airplane departing from fairyland virtually every moment of the day or night... ;p ~Joel
Re: I'll take a stab at that...madprophetJanuary 22 2004, 06:31:36 UTC
I like your analysis style. You make good intuitive connections. But you're wrong. :) If it didn't already mean something else, the dream could very possibly mean just what you say.
After mulling it over a bunch, I came up with some interesting conclusions. But they were wrong too. One of the heavy-hitting analysts on my discussion board (he's got something like 3,000 analyses logged) busted it pretty well wide open for me.
According to his theory, the hijackers and the saucepan works like this: Airplane trip = Complicated endeavor with lofty ideals. Hijackers = External forces that usurp control of said endeavor. Dirty Saucepan = My sudden (and humbling) realization that I need to take a time out from the 'lofty endeavor' to straighten out my basic necessities.
The good news is that this has nothing to do with my moving plans; it actually is about my experiences in learning about dreams, etc. This segment is pointing out to me that I'm trying to orchestrate a trip to the moon (meaning, achieve ultimate enlightenment), but I can't even manage dinner at the moment. The hijackers then are not people who are especially evil, they're just derailing my big plan for instant gratification.
I think the scorpions and gum are reflections of my social skills, specifically where my parents are concerned. The giant wad of sticky gum is what binds me to being sweet and civil. The scorpions are representative of the things that get held in because of the gum barrier and become toxic. An actual example of waking life venom spitting (probably the very thing that earned me this lovely dream experience) from a conversation between me and Hank recently:
He: At some point I'll have to meet your father. I think it will provide me valuable insights. :) I: He's not really funny in a conscious way. He: No, I'd still like to meet him at some point, though. You've got an unfair advantage in understanding the forces which shaped my psyche. :) I: Well, that's true. You've spent some quality time with my Mom and Ed though. Strangely, you don't seem to have any interest in visiting them.. I: (point being that it's *you* who has the unfair advantage of not having your psyche shaped by jerks) He: *laugh* ((Sorry to quote you without permission, Hank, but I don't think any of your lines are objectionable))
The moral of that story is that if I were to confront my folks directly with my leftover teenage fuss rather than disguising it with artificial cheer, I wouldn't feel the need to say such bitter things.
Oh yes... >>>asking another hijacker for your favorite saucepan so you can wash it = seeking an old friend (if I place myself unrealisticly highly)>>> It is indeed a fine saucepan, a two year veteran of the playa and the cauldron in which the famous magic space ramen was brewed; but you rate even higher than that in my book. (Keep in mind, magic space ramen = so very high)
What it means? You're about to move and start the life you want, uncertain though it is...
Part 1:
tiny airplane = life in a very small community/relative isolation...
hijackers = things you're afraid of, i.e. death...
"A... B... C..."'s = routine life ending in death...
asking another hijacker for your favorite saucepan so you can wash it = seeking an old friend (if I place myself unrealisticly highly) or more likely an old feeling about who you are/an old perspective/an old skill set to dust off... See I think you want to start cooking something before you die, so getting your saucepan ready is urgent.
Part 2:
my parents' house = an old place...
feel the urge to spit = not liking something...
spitting, and there are little white scorpions in each glob of spit = things you don't like at all hidden in something very close to you, but which aren't actually hurting you, they're just unpleasant to have in your mouth (work?)...
I go to the bathroom to check my mouth in the mirror = reflecting/introspection...
There's also a giant wad of gum that tastes like freshly bitten juicyfruit = money/financal security/unhealthy comfort...
so the final analysis from the guy who thinks it'd be cool if you moved to SLO is: you should avoid abc counting hijakers, spit out sickly-sweat gum(hopefuling lossing the scorpions too), and start a restraunt on a bigger airplane departing from fairyland virtually every moment of the day or night... ;p ~Joel
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After mulling it over a bunch, I came up with some interesting conclusions. But they were wrong too. One of the heavy-hitting analysts on my discussion board (he's got something like 3,000 analyses logged) busted it pretty well wide open for me.
According to his theory, the hijackers and the saucepan works like this: Airplane trip = Complicated endeavor with lofty ideals. Hijackers = External forces that usurp control of said endeavor. Dirty Saucepan = My sudden (and humbling) realization that I need to take a time out from the 'lofty endeavor' to straighten out my basic necessities.
The good news is that this has nothing to do with my moving plans; it actually is about my experiences in learning about dreams, etc. This segment is pointing out to me that I'm trying to orchestrate a trip to the moon (meaning, achieve ultimate enlightenment), but I can't even manage dinner at the moment. The hijackers then are not people who are especially evil, they're just derailing my big plan for instant gratification.
I think the scorpions and gum are reflections of my social skills, specifically where my parents are concerned. The giant wad of sticky gum is what binds me to being sweet and civil. The scorpions are representative of the things that get held in because of the gum barrier and become toxic. An actual example of waking life venom spitting (probably the very thing that earned me this lovely dream experience) from a conversation between me and Hank recently:
He: At some point I'll have to meet your father. I think it will provide me valuable insights. :)
I: He's not really funny in a conscious way.
He: No, I'd still like to meet him at some point, though. You've got an unfair advantage in understanding the forces which shaped my psyche. :)
I: Well, that's true. You've spent some quality time with my Mom and Ed though. Strangely, you don't seem to have any interest in visiting them..
I: (point being that it's *you* who has the unfair advantage of not having your psyche shaped by jerks)
He: *laugh*
((Sorry to quote you without permission, Hank, but I don't think any of your lines are objectionable))
The moral of that story is that if I were to confront my folks directly with my leftover teenage fuss rather than disguising it with artificial cheer, I wouldn't feel the need to say such bitter things.
Oh yes...
>>>asking another hijacker for your favorite saucepan so you can wash it = seeking an old friend (if I place myself unrealisticly highly)>>>
It is indeed a fine saucepan, a two year veteran of the playa and the cauldron in which the famous magic space ramen was brewed; but you rate even higher than that in my book. (Keep in mind, magic space ramen = so very high)
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