08 July 2005

the soccer mom beneath my pillow.

Rebecca brought up this fascinating notion that 'til you're actually settled in a new home, it is quite possible that you could be having the previous tenant's dreams.
this must be the case, because, sweet balls of jesus, last night i dreamt i was a soccer mom.
but it wasn't as simple as that, dear reader(s). in my dream, i was taking care of someone else's baby (as soccer moms do) and suddenly it was time to pick junior up from school, when i realized i didn't know whose baby i was taking care of. they definitely weren't back to pick him up, though, and nary a phone call either. every time i opened the front door he started a fresh volley of terrified screaming, which left me no recourse but to sit inside the house and wait.
so here i am with this screaming infant and my beloved (ha!) junior waiting at pre-school, and then i started having this split-screen dream where junior decided to walk home and i saw him dodging cars in my brain while i stood at the window holding this tot and feeling helpless and irresponsible, not having a clue who he belonged to, only that he had peed on my arm and my patience was waning.

well, a small solace: any junior of mine would be well versed in traffic dodging...

6 comments:

Michael Barker said...

As fascinating (and terrifying as to its implications) as I find Rebecca's theory regarding new apartments and old tenants dreams - I think in this case, you have full ownership of the tot dream. You are having one of those 'new self' (house) security/insecurity (the tots) dreams - we could have fun analyzing it, but I leave that to you directly. Last night I had a series of dreams about 'accidently' murdering variously monsterously deformed characters (A mustachioed dismembered head in a jar for instance, who I accidently 'boiled'), all of whom I assume are parts of myself I am reluctant to take responsiblity for dispatching. There was an entertaining moment in the dream where I thought to myself, in anguish, of how embarrassing it was going to be to discuss these 'accidental murders' with my therapist.

steflenk said...

mustachioed dismembered head in a jar - could this be your shag persona from days gone by?
"accidentally 'boiled'"?!?
your brain is almost more fascinating than mine, Barker.
almost.
(a hearty (albeit clandestine) chortling resounds throughout the office (my head) )

Michael Barker said...

A good Guess Ms. Lenk - but no, the mustachioed head in a jar was nothing like my Snidely Whiplash-esque Shag-personae of days past - i am at peace with this personae (because it is me) - if not with Shag - rather this head was much more authoritative, a little bit rapscallion, a middle-aged man in fact, with a gruff manner and a thick accent, a picture of greying, lionine machoismo, humbled by the notable absence of a body, and the relative vulnerability of being simply a head in a glass vessel. A wounded king, if you will.

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steflenk said...

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Michael Barker said...

anonymous non-sequitors.... hmmm... I believe they call this 'lurking'...