Wednesday, February 23, 2005
DREAM:
This dream centers around my brother, whom I haven't seen for over a year.
I only remember the last few sections of the dream -- I know a lot preceded this, but I find myself walking through a street bazaar. The street is narrow with lots of venders set up on tables outside. The stall I'm drawn to has hand-carved wooden art pieces. Many of them are stylized figures about a foot tall. I pick up several that seem almost tribal, with metal pieces attached. Someone throws a wooden ball toward the vender's son who deflects it with a round paddle. The ball falls into a track that snakes back and forth in front of the stall until it drops into a pool or fountain. When I look for it, I see large
gold fish beneath the surface.
Somehow I'm next at a family gathering. It's my brother's birthday and my mother is wrapping presents. Although he and I are both grown, it seems that most of his presents are toys. When my brother enters the room my mother gives him his presents, including a bicycle that oddly bends as if it's made of rubber.
I place two of the wooden sculptures I must have bought earlier on a bookshelf for everyone to see, but one of them is falling apart already; the metal pieces on it are loose and bent.
The next thing I remember, my brother is entering again, except now he's driving my car. I climb in and we begin talking uncomfortably. Suddenly the car begins to roll and I tell my brother to stop the car. He won't do it. We keep rolling very slowly and I start getting more and more insistent that he stop because I think I've left the wooden figures on the roof. He still won't stop the car and I become furious. I start punching him but he keeps his eyes straight ahead.
Finally, I'm able to stop the car and jump out. When I look at the roof of the car I can't see the figures. I assume they must have fallen off and I completely flip. I begin taking all his presents from the car and smashing them in a rage. I don't know why I'm so irrationally furious.
What's strange is one of the toys I destroy is a G.I Joe. As I said, we're both grown, but he seems to really love the G. I. Joe.
I only remember the last few sections of the dream -- I know a lot preceded this, but I find myself walking through a street bazaar. The street is narrow with lots of venders set up on tables outside. The stall I'm drawn to has hand-carved wooden art pieces. Many of them are stylized figures about a foot tall. I pick up several that seem almost tribal, with metal pieces attached. Someone throws a wooden ball toward the vender's son who deflects it with a round paddle. The ball falls into a track that snakes back and forth in front of the stall until it drops into a pool or fountain. When I look for it, I see large
gold fish beneath the surface.
Somehow I'm next at a family gathering. It's my brother's birthday and my mother is wrapping presents. Although he and I are both grown, it seems that most of his presents are toys. When my brother enters the room my mother gives him his presents, including a bicycle that oddly bends as if it's made of rubber.
I place two of the wooden sculptures I must have bought earlier on a bookshelf for everyone to see, but one of them is falling apart already; the metal pieces on it are loose and bent.
The next thing I remember, my brother is entering again, except now he's driving my car. I climb in and we begin talking uncomfortably. Suddenly the car begins to roll and I tell my brother to stop the car. He won't do it. We keep rolling very slowly and I start getting more and more insistent that he stop because I think I've left the wooden figures on the roof. He still won't stop the car and I become furious. I start punching him but he keeps his eyes straight ahead.
Finally, I'm able to stop the car and jump out. When I look at the roof of the car I can't see the figures. I assume they must have fallen off and I completely flip. I begin taking all his presents from the car and smashing them in a rage. I don't know why I'm so irrationally furious.
What's strange is one of the toys I destroy is a G.I Joe. As I said, we're both grown, but he seems to really love the G. I. Joe.
# posted by Chuck Groth @ 8:28 PM 
