Monday, July 24, 2006

Analyze This

As I mentioned previously, my sleep patterns have not been right ever since summer break began. I don't think my body can handle all this free time. Granted, I could have been much more productive during this vacation - which may have resulted in more restful nights - but my response to that is most accurately expressed by clicking here.

I am still having bizarre dreams. The other night I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow only to wake up 15 minutes later wondering why all my shoes were in the canal outside. Fortunately I usually don't remember my dreams, but last night's lot stuck with me. And so I am sharing some of my unconscious weirdness with the world.

Dream One: I am in my classroom putting it together for the new year when parents start showing up to drop off their kids. They don't seem to be in the least bit bothered that school doesn't start for another week. Not only don't I have anything ready, but I'm still in my sweats and rearranging the furniture. My new little monsters start jumping all over everything, the parents disappear, and the other teachers are filing in and out asking me a series of questions, completely oblivious to the chaos going on around me.
File under: stress and guilt

Dream Two: I am walking down an unfamiliar street with The One who Got Away (TOGA). He is showing me around his hometown, and I realize in the dream that we are living there together now. I can't figure out how I got talked into this as I never had any desire to settle down in this city. As we are walking down the street, people keep stopping him to talk, and eventually I lose him in the crowd. I decide to find my own way home but I have no idea where I am and it is getting dark. I search everywhere for our neighborhood; I keep telling myself that if I can find our street, then everything will be fine. Just as I'm starting to panic, I find a cute little corner coffee shop. I go in to calm down and chat with some of the people there. Feeling better, I walk out of the coffee shop and see that it is now a bright, sunny day. I am wearing a bikini, carrying a beachtowel, and I am a block from my favorite beach back in NJ. I feel the relief wash over me as I walk towards the sand.
File under: regret and fear

Dream Three: A big group of us are going to some sort of show at an outdoor ampitheatre. I wind up all the way in the last row and I'm having a bit of a pout about it. Suddenly, The Brad comes walking up and sits down next to me. We proceed to laugh and talk and eat junk food and have a fabulous time. I have no idea if a show ever came on down below. Eventually we get so tired from all of our fun that I fall asleep on his shoulder and he puts his head against mine and dozes off as well, while everyone takes pictures of us with their cell phones..
File under: dreaming and wishing

33 comments:

Egan said...

Comment and question #1: feeling overwhelmed my dearest Brooke?

Bill said...

Perhaps it's the season of dreams. I've been having an endless stream of oddball moments in my sleep. Of course, as I type this I can't recall them but I do know the Prime Minister of Canada showed up in one and an old girlfriend in another. I've blamed it on the weather (which I blame everything on).

btw ... the way that TOGA, dream #2, ended, leaving the coffee shop into daylight, beach, relief - how's that regret and fear? Sounds more like a "dodged a bullet" dream, as if while there may be some regret your brain knows it wasn't suppose to be. Just a thought.

Brookelina said...

Egan - gee ya think?

Bill - you could be right, but since I spent so much of the dream feeling fear, it seemed natural to file it under that. As for regret, it's there, but maybe all this self-analyzation is alleviating it.

Anita said...

You're probably just drinking too much. That always makes me have weird dreams. Is Brad really your man of choice? I'd take Depp over Brad any day. 21 Jump Street Depp, that is.

Oh this is great! We can be pals because we won't fight over the same celebrity boyfriends!

MoDigli said...

Oh, I actually love Dream#2.

I think it's telling you that you had to go thru that searching, worrying, and running around crazily in search of TOGA (or perhaps his equivalent?) over the years. But once you finally give that up, and just sit for a moment you're gonna find a place that makes you feel good (the coffee shop) with good friends and yummy comforts. That is what will make you realize your need to return to what really makes you happy: being the jersey girl who lives down the shore! :)

One more year, and you'll be there, right?!

MoDigli said...

PS. I've been having school-related stress dreams all summer! And yes, they are usually the "Oops, it's the first day of school and I 'forgot to do my homework' so nothing is ready, and I'm freaking out!" LoL!

Brookelina said...

Anita - actually Brad is way up there, as is Johnny. Brad just happened to show up in the dream, and who am I to refuse his shoulder?

MoMo - holy crap - I think you just totally nailed that dream! It really is a metaphor for my life. You are amazing!

Captain Beefheart said...

You can only find happiness when you stop looking for it

sleepydog said...

Brooke,

I think you should start dreaming about me. That way you'll wake up with a smile in the morning, and you will radiate an aura of happiness and satisfaction.

Just a suggestion.

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Tim said...

So I guess you didn't find out if he has a big penis? Try to find that out in your dreams tonight.

Kelli said...

try not to go to bed drunk.

Janet said...

I had Dream 3 last night too. It wasn't The Brad, but essentially, the same thing happened.

Which is funny, because at the time I was having this dream the real guy was waiting outside for me in his car, never guessing that I hadn't heard my alarm go off and wouldn't be making an appearance for another hour and a half.

Did you have pizza before your head hit the pillow?

ChickyBabe said...

They sounds like my dreams of late. Except for Brad. I was dreaming of hugging a friend, for a long long time, and he looked hotter than he ever did.
Filed under: I miss him.

Tits McGee said...

Well, at least you weren't dreaming about this.

Jill said...

I just wrote a scene that makes several tangential references to the city you never wanted to settle down in. As well as the other one.

jiggs said...

As far as I can tell, all three dreams seem to suggest that you want to do it with me.

sandra said...

I'm jealous. My last dream involved barbequing with a client who stresses me out. I want your dreams!

Brookelina said...

Beefy - I think I'm finally starting to see that. Took me a while, I'm not too bright.

Sleepy - tonight I am setting aside for dreams of you.

Anita - yeah, they sort of frown on that sort of thing at the board of education. File under - I didn't write that!! Anita did!!

Tim - last night's dreams were great. The answer is yes. And he said for you to call him back.

Kelli - shut up and show us your tits.

Janet - probably, it was a junk food orgy - like at a ball game. Maybe that's where we were...

Chicky - interesting...maybe it's time to look him up.

Tits - are you dissing Lloyd!!!!

Jill - so when do I get to see this scene? Hmmm?

Jiggs - I don't need dreams to tell me that.

Sandra - I can say with great authority that your barbecue dreams sucks. Please try harder tonight.

Tits McGee said...

Damn it! I put in the wrong link!

:grumble, grumble::

I meant to link to this.

I really should stop drunk commenting.

Tits McGee said...

And Lloyd Dobbler is totally my boyfriend.

The Dummy said...

I think it says you want to be naked in front of Brad Pitt.

Egan said...

..in your eyes...

Now I have Peter Gabriel stuck in my head.

Blonde Vigilante said...

I hate dreams where there is "work" related crap involved.

The second dream sounds more like the evolution of your relationship with TOGA. At first there was this anxiety for losing him and then you eventually forget about it and move on. Exactly like the dream. Hmmmmmmm....

JJ said...

A dream is just a wish your heart makes...

The Master

Number 3 is a "fantasy" not a "dream".

Brookelina said...

Tits - LLoyd Dobler is every high school girl's dream boyfriend. In fact, he's still my dream boyfriend.

DD - I think it says I want him to be naked in front of me.

Egan - I didn't even like that song until that movie came out.

Blonde - I've always called them stress dreams. My former stress dream is when I go to my high school to pick up my transcripts and everyone is there asking where I have been all year because it's time for finals...you get the idea.

JJ - it was a dream!! A beautiful wonderful dream!!!

Neil said...

Those dreams say alot... or nothing at all. Isn't it too hot to dream?

jiggs said...

*wink*

Miss Syl said...

I knew I liked you for a reason. What beach?

Brookelina said...

Neil - you read them? That's nice. I put a lot of "heart" into this post.

Jiggs - *nudge*

Miss Syl - I'm from the Atlanic City "area," and that's all I'll divulge at this time. Best beaches anywhere.

Dave said...

Wait, you're saying you don't dream about blogging? What's wrong with me???

Egan said...

For some weird reason Brooke, that song brings a tear to my eyes whenever I hear it. I'm a sap.

Miss Syl said...

Heh. WHTG listener, then?

Fair enough. But your favorite beach wouldn't really divulge where you are from. Case in point:

My cutting school beach was Belmar. My family day-trip beach was Island Beach State Park. My family multi-day vacation beach was either Seaside or Wildwood Crest. My Mr. Peanut and Ski Ball beach was Asbury Park (back when I was tiny, before it became deserted).

But I didn't live in any of those places.