Entry #A-21: "Acetylcholinesterases" [Accidental Video]
[Due to overcrowding at the tree house, L and Kenta are sharing a room, as they agreed to. This also means sharing a bed, for the time being. Kenta looks relaxed and comfy, sleeping on his back with his limbs falling naturally, while L is on his side with his back to Kenta, curled tightly into a fetal position with Fox sleeping on top of him,
( Read more... )
Nightmares. They're very difficult sometimes...
Reply
Sometimes. Just dreams though, right?
Reply
Is that what you think? They're just dreams?
Reply
[Definitely guarded.]
Why do you care, Aya? Have you ever been very interested in psychology?
Reply
What do you think dreams are, Ryuzaki?
Reply
Dreams are a mind's way of sorting through concepts and events that are leftover. Sometimes there is an excess of one type of thought, or something that has no proper place in the mind's filing cabinet. It's a medley of miscellaneous thoughts, if you will.
Reply
I'm just... inclined to believe they're something more, as well.
[Stupid, stupid slip.]
Reply
Why are you inclined to believe that? Out of curiosity... you seem like you have personal experience. Do your dreams contain marvelous insight or possess prophetic qualities?
[probing guesses; not assuming anything, yet, but certainly watching reactions.]
Reply
Nevermind the fact that prophetic dreams have never been proven to exist without some sort of scientific explanation; at least in my world.
I'm just inclined to believe that dreams are more personal than just manifestations of miscellaneous thought.
Reply
Reply
... mine have always made sense; I know what to look for.
Reply
Reply
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was in my childhood home, with my mother and my sister, Maya. My mother was preparing some miso soup. Even though my sister and I were older in the dream, we were still wearing our childhood dresses. Hers pink, mine blue. We were in our mother's garden just outside the kitchen, and we could hear the Beatles playing on the radio. "I Am The Walrus".
From nowhere, a big black bird came flying into the garden. It was a beautiful bird -- a giant raven. At first, my sister and I were thrilled, until the raven plucked my sister's eyes right out of her skull and plopped them into my hand. Maya screamed and screamed, until my mother came running out. The bird took my mother's head off in its talons, leaving me covered in the blood of my sister and my mother, so much so that my dress turned red.
I know precisely what this dream means.
Reply
Someone might say that the miso soup represents nourishment; others might say that it's a metaphor for security or familiarity. Your blue dress, in contrast to your sister's pink one, might be indicative of your chosen profession in a male-dominated field. The song on the radio might mean that you're sad or you're thinking about tears or journeys.
The raven could mean death, it could mean danger, it could mean being misunderstood or symbolize the reopening of old wounds or the desecration of problems that can no longer be solved. The gift of your sister's eyes could be guilt or responsibility for foresight, or lack of foresight, or the fear of blame from your mother. Your mother's head could be a metaphor for cannibalism, or destroying that which is part of yourself, inadvertently through actions regardless of intentions.
Some of this might be right, simply through formulaic default. I think that it's not possible, to know.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment