Dreaming of Poor Jimmy!
What's the word for the phobia that's not claustrophobia but involves being in an enclosed space underneath a heavy structure with the possibility of being crushed? For the moment let's call it oof-o-phobia. I have a mild case of that in real life. It can sometimes make things like parking garages and skyscrapers a little unsettling for me.
Anyhow, on to the dream!
I dreamed that I was in a condominium highrise in Seattle, high up in a condo that belonged to some friends (the Steins). It had low ceilings and was pretty dark (just like the condo the Steins used to have in Seattle), despite having a halfway-wraparound balcony and plenty of windows (which the Steins didn't have). So I was feeling a little oof-o-phobic.
My glorious brain's glorious dream logic lobe translated this unease into a safety pamphlet. Specifically, one of those deliciously non-controversial, government-style safety pamphlets, from the building owner's association or whatever, which appeared before me in a snappy yellow and blue art deco design layout style.
On one of the pages, there was a message about balcony safety, with an art deco illustration of "Jimmy" surrounded by some abstract angular lines. The message read thus:
"Jimmy falls from his balcony 7% of the time. You can do better!"
Oh, Jimmy. =[
It was a cool dream. I also got some Seattle photography in during my time in that condo, which was neat because the real Seattle doesn't look like that one did. And in an earlier part of my dream, there was this awesome political intrigue plotline that involved Silence (whom I haven't dreamt about lately!) and the government, and a younger, meaner version of Robert Mugabe.
Anyhow, on to the dream!
I dreamed that I was in a condominium highrise in Seattle, high up in a condo that belonged to some friends (the Steins). It had low ceilings and was pretty dark (just like the condo the Steins used to have in Seattle), despite having a halfway-wraparound balcony and plenty of windows (which the Steins didn't have). So I was feeling a little oof-o-phobic.
My glorious brain's glorious dream logic lobe translated this unease into a safety pamphlet. Specifically, one of those deliciously non-controversial, government-style safety pamphlets, from the building owner's association or whatever, which appeared before me in a snappy yellow and blue art deco design layout style.
On one of the pages, there was a message about balcony safety, with an art deco illustration of "Jimmy" surrounded by some abstract angular lines. The message read thus:
"Jimmy falls from his balcony 7% of the time. You can do better!"
Oh, Jimmy. =[
It was a cool dream. I also got some Seattle photography in during my time in that condo, which was neat because the real Seattle doesn't look like that one did. And in an earlier part of my dream, there was this awesome political intrigue plotline that involved Silence (whom I haven't dreamt about lately!) and the government, and a younger, meaner version of Robert Mugabe.