I had a dream last night about throwing a party. It was in my mother’s house (the house I grew up in). Most of my dreams take place there or my grandmother’s house next door. I never seem to dream about the house I actually live in. I wonder why that is?
But I digress. In the dream I was trying to find something clean to wear to the party. I had a series of jackets in my closet. One of them was a fur coat that Tess had given me (not really, but in the dream). I felt guilty looking at it because I wouldn’t be caught dead in it. So it sat in the closet.
The party was pretty lame because I hadn’t thought to buy much in the way of party food. This is not surprising because although I’m a pretty good cook, I suck at planning parties. In fact, I really don’t like parties. I’m relatively antisocial. Ironic that marketing is my profession. Though I put marketing people in two categories -- creative introverts and slimy extroverts. I like to think of myself as more of the creative introvert, but I can be a slimy extrovert if the occasion merits it.
I don’t remember much more of the dream. I don’t think I wore the fur coat though.
Oh, but there were three or four kittens playing in my parents bedroom after the party. I love kittens.
I haven’t a clue as to where this dream came from. I was watching Robert DeNiro in Deer Hunter before I went to bed. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the inspiration. Though they do wear furry hunting hats in the film. I ate some barbecued chicken and macaroni and cheese for dinner. But I don’t subscribe to the theory that indigestion impacts dreams.
So where do dreams come from? I probably shouldn’t ask that question. Because experience at blogging has taught me that for every question, some one out there has an answer. And sometimes we just ask questions.
If you subscribe to Freud's theory, then you have some major unresolved Oedipal issues.
The fur, in your Mom's house, and the kittens?
Oh yes, Freud would DEFINITELY say you had NOT resolved your Mommy 'issues'.
Now,Freud would have told me that I suffer from Penis envy (I like to target shoot with my .22 bolt action rifle).
Mind you, THIS coming from a man who makes Tony Montana ("scarface") look like a choir boy.
Good thing I don't have a subscription to this Freud's Theory magazine you are referring to.
BTW, the fur coat was a man's coat. And shame on you for making cute little kittens sound dirty.
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