Soundtrack in my head: Bongwater, “Everybody’s Talking”
I don’t have dreams often that I can remember, and I’m not quite sure what they are trying to tell me. But there are some interesting themes.
When I was in grade school and high school, I always had dreams of going back to the previous school for some reason. When I was living in Chicago, I had dreams of going back to the house I grew up in. For a few years after my ex-fiancee and I parted ways, I had dreams that we’d somehow gotten back together, even though in real life that was very much what I did not want.
Recently I’ve had a lot of dreams where I was driving around the south side of Chicago, usually the Southeast Side of the city. This is a little bit different from the other “old home” dreams. I never lived on the South Side of Chicago, it was always either the North Side or the western suburbs, but both of my grandmothers grew up on the South Side and I still have some cousins there. In real life the Southeast Side is actually kind of a rough area. But in my dreams this is kind of a “parallel universe” South Side–like I imagine myself in the South Shore neighborhood, yet South Shore Drive in this dream looks completely different from the real one.
Some of my dreams can be quite bizarre. One dream had me in an abandoned theater at the edge of a mall in downtown Orlando. Now I have never been to Orlando, so I don’t know to what extent it resembles the real Orlando. Anyway, Neil Diamond is singing on stage and pouring all his heart into it, but when he realizes that there’s no one in the audience, he says, “Hey, where is everybody?” Next thing I know he’s ripping off his clothes and it’s at about that point that I realize I really don’t want to be there. I start to leave, but then he chases me through the abandoned mall. Mr. Neil Diamond: nothing personal, but I guess my brain considered you to be a useful allegory for something.
Another dream had me on a date with a woman who was either Latina or Filipina. The woman resembled no one I know in real life. Anyway, we’re driving around and we’re talking about cooking chicken. I talk about how difficult and time-consuming it can be to cook chicken. This woman tells me that she used to think so, until she discovered the virtues of chicken stock. I turn to her, and say, “Chicken stock?” and when I do, I discover that her face is really, really close to mine. She says, “Chicken stock,” and starts to kiss me.
Leave it to Blogthings to properly analyze me:
What Your Dreams Mean…
Your dreams seem to show that you’re a bit disturbed… but nothing serious.You may have a problem you’re trying to work out in your sleep.You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.