Lately, in the past week or so, I have had the two strangest dreams. Thay were so surreal and bizzare, but at least they weren’t frightening.
Anyways, the first dream involved:
Central Station in The Hague, Me, a bunch of stoners with handcuffs being led into the tramtunnel by the police, one of my uncles as one of the stoners, a crazy tram ride, a Mini Cooper that I dreamt up, me in the Mini with my uncle towing a Hummer through a playground near my house.
The fist dream was also strange an it featured the following:
Me pregnant (I’m a guy), the street I used to live in in Slovakia, a new apartment building with units that slide in, my father buying a Porsche and a mountain bike to combat mid life crisis, walking into his new flat and setting off the alarm, being shouted at by a random guy for breaking and entering (how insensitive, shouting at a pregnant person), the random guy turned out to be my mother’s old high-school classmate.
Can it get any crazier? I wonder why I dreamt all those things? I know that dreams are often projected images of what we actually do during the day and our memories, so I can explain the tram, Central station and setting off the alarm. But my uncle isn’t a stoner, my father doesn’t have a mid-life crisis and I’m not pregnant. Maybe it shows my suppressed desires, which would mean I want to be pregnant, but that, somehow makes very little sense. I certainly don’t want to be shouted at by my mother’s old classmates.
Man, if I didn’t know myself better, I would think I’ve been smoking some funny things. In my case, I would guess that the cause of it all are bad eating habits, especially the one when I have to nibble on something during a film on TV. And I always thought that people claiming to have weird dreams after a night meals were being silly. So now we know (put on Eurythmics!): Sweet dreams are made of this…
Peter
