Dream

THE DREAM:

I had this weird dream a few nights ago.

I was at a sort of resort or at someone's country estate at an event, and there was a home invasion.

The invaders were Insane Clown Posse.

In case you don't know who they are, Insane Clown Posse is this duo of white rappers who wear makeup and act scary. I was looking for their photo online, I saw their music genre called "Rap/Horrorcore."

In the dream Insane Clown Posse and a bunch of other guys in masks burst into this event with guns and were going to kill everyone. They had come at the request of the event organizers, and in the dream I thought to myself that it was like a combo of Jonestown and Columbine.

There was a little dog that that looked like a small Briard. It's name was Buddy, and I had been playing with it, but now that Insane Clown Posse were going to kill everyone, the little dog took off down this very narrow path through the grass.

I said to one of the Insane Clown Posse guys, "Wait, I have to go say goodbye to Buddy," and he just shrugged and let me go, I guess thinking I'd come right back. Or maybe not caring.

So I ran down the path after Buddy.
And escaped.

And then I woke up.

MY INTERPRETATION:

I usually like to interpret my dreams and figure out what they mean or where the images in them come from.

The Insane Clown Posse guys came from a show I'd seen the night before on the History Channel about the Maya. It showed Maya priests with strange face-paintings conducting human sacrifices.

The home invasion came from an episode I'd watched the night before of The Rockford Files, where a bunch of guys in ski masks went into a bar and held it up.

Now comes the interesting (to me, at least) part.

I learned in an art class that dogs in art symbolize fidelity. The dog at the bottom of the Arnolfini Wedding picture symbolizes that the couple will be faithful.

(I'd just come across an image of this picture a few days before on the Internet.)

The dog in my dream also stood for friendship--his name was "Buddy."

I like to be independent. Also, frankly, I tend to find fault with my friends.

But for the first two days with the sprained ankle, I was completely dependent on my friends.

In the dream, chasing after Buddy saved my life.

So the dream is my unconscious mind telling me that I need to "chase after" or cultivate more friends in order to have a better life.

Isn't it cool how the mind works?

Learning to Crawl

I'm learning more and more to take pleasure in the simple things.

Like learning to crawl.

The day after I sprained my ankle, I still couldn't walk on it. It was pathetic. I was like a baby, totally dependent on others for everything.

Then I discovered crawling!

This was great. Now I could go anywhere (except up or down stairs). And once I got the hang of it, I could really move!

I could crawl to the kitchen, rear up on my hind legs, and open the fridge door. Then I grabbed the stuff I could reach, put it all in a plastic bag, slung it over my shoulder, and crawled back to bed!

This was freedom. I thought, "Wow, this must be what it's like for a baby when it learns to crawl."

What joy!

First Post

I created this blog a million years ago, and now that I'm laid up with a sprained ankle and bored, bored, bored, I think I'll actually start writing in it.

I know no one will ever read this, so it will be an online diary for myself.

I had a great blog going a couple of years ago with a some fascinating stuff about people I encountered in this weird job I had--and it got zero hits!

So the lesson is no one reads these things. Unless you can figure out how to get it into Google, which is a mystery to me.

Here's a photo of the offending ankle. I took it because I asked a policeman about parking in handicap spots (I don't have a handicapped tag), and he said, "Just do it," and that I could appeal any tickets. He thought a photo would be a good idea in case my ankle was healed by the time I did the appeal. (I guess cops think in terms of visual evidence!)

I know that's horrifying, especially because I really do have pretty feet. I was even once asked to be a foot model!

Anyway, welcome to my blog!