|Ok now that was a wierd dream
||[Jan. 12th, 2009|09:15 am]
Last night's foxaroo dream for those like myself with a fascination for what we dream.|
Found myself walking out of an old wooden barn into a grassy field or meadow that was on a rolling slope. I beheld a trio of locomotives surging around the field in circles like horses galloping (iron horses, yes, I'm aware of that). I recall clearly that there was a 44 class in reverse livery (1970's scheme) and there was at least one 442 or 80 class, the recollection is too faint.
I tried to run toward the locomotives for a closer look but was nearly trampled by normal horses and cattle who had become terrified by the locomotives.
Now the rest of the dream was very troubling. I dreamed that I was employed to operate some non-descript machine that nourished one animal by extracting the life of another, leaving an otherwise untouched corpse. If that wasn't bad enough, all the animals involved in the process were sentient. I recall looking over the lifeless body of a brown squirrel that had been happily chatting away before its life was taken to nourish a sheep.
My superior in this role was the Manager from my former workplace (go figrue) and I remember giving him a progress report, then returning to the machine to find it booby-trapped. Someone had placed metal objects upon the surface of the machine, partly gardening & farming tools, but mostly solid steel bricks. They were all arranged in close contact and I realised these had been connected to a potentially lethal voltage. This I reported to the Manager and he merely told me to get on with the job.
After clearing away the metal objects with a wooden rake I experimented and discovered that the machine worked perfectly well using piles of shredded apple. That makes me feel a little bit better.
Ok... anyone have any idea what the heck all that might mean?
The machine that runs on shredded apples makes me think White Pony (think of all the 'apple' jokes). You've reported a conflict with certain individuals in our circle of friends, and this may be what's coming out. Can't say I can interpret the rest, though.
Hmmm... well there's a connection in the fact that the iron horses had horns up top :D (GG1 has horns for nostrils).
Seriously though, I just don't get the feeling that the shredded apple was a key element; it just happened to be the easiest substance available to replace the live animals. The main emotion I was feeling was remorse and despair.
Just on the matter of the "apple jokes" I tend not to think about the apple jokes or any of the other gross-out humour that's been on the CTC comic. I have an aversion to that, and it's what's gradually making me lose interest in even checking in on the comic. The same subject matter *ALREADY* compelled me to cease reading Carry On way back when there was a warning to expect more of this sort of thing "worse than the kittens in the stomach episode." Exit foxaroo stage right...
Funny you should ask about a dream's meaning. My dream last night had better not have any meaning, for the sake of my sanity and familial relationships.
Well you'll have to share it with us now :P Or at least give us some indication of the subject.
I wouldn't worry too much. At best I think it's safe to assume that dreams are metaphoric, not literal. I still recall vividly the dreams where my sister fell down an elevator shaft, and also the one where my mother drove the car over the edge of a steep drop.
I also recall the dream where my father was not my father but an alien with a goofy disposition who arrived on Earth in a very cheesy-looking 1950's style flying saucer.
You asked for it:
My mother's brother (fresh in my mind because he visited two weeks ago) was apparently having sex with my sister and wanted to have sex with me next. I excused myself, saying that I had to do something first. At the time, I had only the slightest awareness that the situation was wrong. Thankfully, my real uncle is hardly like that.
Believe it or not such dreams are not so rare as you might think.
Your subconscious picks out familiar faces and puts them onto otherwise nondescript characters. It's troubling yes, but once you dismiss it as the subconscious version of a computer glitch you cease to worry about it.
Otherwise I'd worry about the number of times I've been the Mr Hyde version of Dr Jekyl in my own dreams.
"Tell me the dream, and the interpretation thereof."
O, Foxaroo, live for ever. The dream is one. The Lord has shown the Foxaroo what he intends to do. The three locomotives are three years. The three cattle are three years. The three horses are three years. The dream is one.
The machine that extracts the life of one creature to nourish another is called "the government". The hard-working squirrel who sacrificed his life to nourish the unproductive sheep is called "the taxpayer". The dream is one...
First of all it's very good to hear from you Old Wolf.
Now I come to think of it... I think there WERE three of each; locomotives, horses and cattle... Hmmm... I was in my old job three years, and at the end of this year I'll have been in my current job for three years. The locomotives were running in a circle around me, and that is certainly how I feel in my role; the job just goes round and round. That's two sets of three years... maybe at the end of this year I'll be starting another job that will last three years.
The second part sounds spot on too! The involvement of my former Manager fits as "unproductive" as well.
Very, very interesting! Thanks...
You've more or less said before that your job was sucking the life out of you (perhaps not those exact words, but close in sense), and that your boss couldn't give a damn if you lived or died as long as the work got done. Looks like a visual metaphor came to you.
Don't know what the locomotives have to do with it.
It means he may be "training" for a better job...
That fits too. I really need A LOT of training in my current job.
Something I forgot to mention earlier is that I do indeed regard sheep as a waste-of-space, along with my former Manager. There's definitely a connection there. What's more, the former department that I worked (which now belongs to a different company, yet he still oversees) has been housed in a converted wool shed since about 2006. We might be onto something here.
One thought I had was that it indicates that you are flexible under pressure, and find new and interesting (potentially even safer) ways of performing tasks.
My dreams are usually of my own devising, and usually have me doing heroic deeds to save some damsel in distress.
(maybe it's to compensate for how I understate myself to others, I don't know)
On occasion I'll end up in some strange, not quite bizzare circumstances which I usually foil with either technology, super powers, or even escaping by a linking book
to an age of my own devising.
All very peculiar, though I don't attach much meaning to them.