oneiric frustration
I've been having fairly active and involved dreams. Dreams where I'm with people and living a life. Maybe it's analogous to the description of smoking salvia divinorum by one of my acquaintances, or anecdotes of those who smoke DMT.
Such tales I could weave, but the only dream I recall is this one from v. early this morning.
First, in the dream, I'm living in a 'nicer' neighborhood. It's a cul-de-sac full of houses which look the same. Everything's beige. Yet I'm still driving my wife's car which is 23 years old.
Secondly, the dream is about recharging the car's air conditioning.
I head outside with the big aerosol bottle of R134a and begin looking for the low pressure port, start the car, set the air conditioning on the highest and coldest setting. After waiting a few minutes, I hook up the gauge to the port before sticking it onto the aerosol bottle. As I start pumping it in, waving the bottle side to side every 2-3 seconds, the tube breaks because it became too cold.
This precipitates frustration, and pacing, as I try to think how I'm going to return this to Walmart for a new one and try it all over again. The dream gets into minutae of consumerism and how not to screw up recharging the air conditioner next time.
Suddenly there's a break in the dream, maybe I 'came up for air' briefly, then the dream started all over again and I realized it was just a dream.
So boring, yet significant?
Such tales I could weave, but the only dream I recall is this one from v. early this morning.
First, in the dream, I'm living in a 'nicer' neighborhood. It's a cul-de-sac full of houses which look the same. Everything's beige. Yet I'm still driving my wife's car which is 23 years old.
Secondly, the dream is about recharging the car's air conditioning.
I head outside with the big aerosol bottle of R134a and begin looking for the low pressure port, start the car, set the air conditioning on the highest and coldest setting. After waiting a few minutes, I hook up the gauge to the port before sticking it onto the aerosol bottle. As I start pumping it in, waving the bottle side to side every 2-3 seconds, the tube breaks because it became too cold.
This precipitates frustration, and pacing, as I try to think how I'm going to return this to Walmart for a new one and try it all over again. The dream gets into minutae of consumerism and how not to screw up recharging the air conditioner next time.
Suddenly there's a break in the dream, maybe I 'came up for air' briefly, then the dream started all over again and I realized it was just a dream.
So boring, yet significant?