A few weeks ago I dreamed that my mom was doing meth with Kate Bosworth. I caught them, and she was really embarrassed and I was all “Hey, Kate Bosworth, what the fuck?!” Because it was obviously her influence. She’d peer-pressured my mom. I also remember that their dealer was some highbrow author I’d read in college but I can’t for the life of me pin it down (Elie Wiesel, maybe?), and I dragged my methed-out mom to his house to be like, “Look what you did to my mom! This is not cool Elie Wiesel (maybe)!”
This is why dreammoods.com is just about the greatest thing that has ever happened, on the internet or otherwise. The second I woke up (and texted three people), I grabbed my laptop and clicked the bookmark to their dream dictionary. This feature, a giant alphabetized list of common dream symbols, astonishes me every time. I’ll log on and think, “No one else has ever dreamed they were having a mountaintop jousting match with their dentist." Then I'll log onto Dream Moods and find mountain = obstacle, jousting = sexual conquest, dentist = concern over your appearance. Then I get to spend all day wondering if I should change dentists, or get dressed up and make a move at my next cleaning.
The thing about using Dream Moods is you have to be able to break your dream down into searchable symbols. With the Mommy & Meth dream, I've come up with these: Mother, Actress, Drugs, Author. Here's what Dream Moods has to say about that:
Mother: To see your mother in your dream, represents the nurturing aspect of your own character.
Actress: To see a particular actor or actress in your dream, look at the roles they play. How you perceive them or the characters they play can provide understanding.
Drugs: To dream that you are in possession of or taking drugs, signifies your need for a "quick fix" or an escape from reality.
Author: To see an author in your dream, suggests that your mind is preoccupied with some story, essay, or report that you are working on.
Now here's the fun self-shrinkifying part where you lie in bed and wonder why you're such a weirdo. So, the nurturing aspect of my own character is in need of a "quick fix" or escape from reality, and is choosing to do so with a woman who typically portrays...girlfriends? Surfers? People who could use a cheeseburger? In terms of the author symbol, I am constantly preoccupied with something I should be writing. What twentysomething, Williamsburg resident isn't?! That's what we do! We sit in Second Stop Cafe, drink fifteen agave lemonades and play Bejeweled all afternoon. Then our dad's call and ask about the screenplay and we're like, "Oh yeah, it's pretty much done, just needs another edit."
So, today instead of Bejeweled I'm going to call up the blondest friend I can think of. Since I don't know a meth dealer or Elie Wiesel, I'll invite her to join me at Second Stop for some lemonade and maybe a vegan blackberry scone. I'll tell her about my screenplay, and we'll discuss her memoir - the one about growing up pretty, rich and loved, in Connecticut. Then hopefully tonight I'll dream about trains, because that means tomorrow I'm going to get shit done.
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