Tunnel dream
Aug. 8th, 2005 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordT'was there I met a girl called Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree
Although I loved my Daisy, I saw fame
And so I left the village green
I had a dream I found hole in my garden. Actually, it was a tunnel leading to somewhere nice. I went down, and after a while it leveled out - only it got smaller and smaller, and in the end I was crawling headfirst with my stomach to the damp soil. I was very scared and tired, and suddenly the earth tunnel stopped.
The end of the tunnel was slightly bigger, so I could sit on my knees with my back crouched. The only thing there was a small shell, a pink conch about the lenght of my index finger (don't ask me how I could see it in the dark). And I suddenly knew how it worked - the conch was somehow connected to another place, so if you passed through it, you would enter that place (like the pipes in the Mario Bros. games). I explored with my hand, and sure enough, I managed to squeeze it through the small gap in the shell, and I felt a breeze blowing. It was very hard and uncomfortable, but eventually I managed to squeeze my whole body though the little conch (how's that for a birth metaphor), and I materialized in another point of my garden.
"That would be handy," I thought, and I decided to go back in the tunnel to bring the conch out. I started working my way through the tunnel again, only this time it seemed much longer and narrower, and my straining and kicking made the tunnel collapse behind me. I reached the conch again, but remembering the painful squeezing through it, I thought I could try making the narrow gap in it just a little bit bigger. The shell shattered between my fingers, the magic was gone. I was trapped in the darkness, and I started to cry.
And kissed her by the old oak tree
Although I loved my Daisy, I saw fame
And so I left the village green
I had a dream I found hole in my garden. Actually, it was a tunnel leading to somewhere nice. I went down, and after a while it leveled out - only it got smaller and smaller, and in the end I was crawling headfirst with my stomach to the damp soil. I was very scared and tired, and suddenly the earth tunnel stopped.
The end of the tunnel was slightly bigger, so I could sit on my knees with my back crouched. The only thing there was a small shell, a pink conch about the lenght of my index finger (don't ask me how I could see it in the dark). And I suddenly knew how it worked - the conch was somehow connected to another place, so if you passed through it, you would enter that place (like the pipes in the Mario Bros. games). I explored with my hand, and sure enough, I managed to squeeze it through the small gap in the shell, and I felt a breeze blowing. It was very hard and uncomfortable, but eventually I managed to squeeze my whole body though the little conch (how's that for a birth metaphor), and I materialized in another point of my garden.
"That would be handy," I thought, and I decided to go back in the tunnel to bring the conch out. I started working my way through the tunnel again, only this time it seemed much longer and narrower, and my straining and kicking made the tunnel collapse behind me. I reached the conch again, but remembering the painful squeezing through it, I thought I could try making the narrow gap in it just a little bit bigger. The shell shattered between my fingers, the magic was gone. I was trapped in the darkness, and I started to cry.
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Date: 2005-08-09 03:13 am (UTC)Your dreams are a lot more interesting and metaphorical than mine. Mine are merely unpleasant. Last night I dreamed that I was undergoing an experimental tooth drilling o_O
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Date: 2005-08-09 10:06 am (UTC)Well, if I remember the babble correctly, dreaming about teeth means you'll recieve a nice amount of money in the near future. Whereas drilling is the standard Freudian metaphor for sex. So... Well, I'll stop there. Ahem.
I usually have pretty boring dreams, anyway. Once I dreamt I was at a karaoke show, and the only song being sung was Killing me softly (and everybody knows I loathe that song). Ugh. That was actually a nightmare.
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Date: 2005-08-10 03:27 am (UTC)Well, I guess the teeth is a good sign. I did some editing work a while ago and the author is not returning my phone calls, so maybe that means I'll get my cut.
If drilling is a metaphor for sex, my brain apparently thinks that sex is a) horrible, b) medically necessary, and c) to be performed under local anaesthesia.