Monday, August 07, 2006

What Would Freud Say?

So, there I was. Driving along, trying to get to the old Victorian house where our clinic was, trying to make it to the reunion in time, when I saw them as I passed the grade school playground along the way. There were 6 of them, all Emperor penguins, all using the slide. They seemed to be co-existing nicely with the 2 bears on the merry-go-round. I was vaguely worried that they would get wet as the sky was dark and threatening rain, but was excited that I finally had something interesting to blog about.

"I must remember to blog this, as everyone will be interested to hear about the penguins, although not so much about the bears," I made myself a mental note. I mean, bears are not unheard of in Wisconsin, but penguins, not so much.

And so I continued on to the clinic/class reunion. The one in the Victorian house, where the lights didn't seem to work. Nothing else happened, although I don't think there was any food and I had been hoping for some cake, at the very least.

It took about 20 minutes after I woke to realize, with regret, that the penguins hadn't actually been playing on the playground.

But that didn't stop me blogging it.

Looks like another slow week.



Anonymous Colleen said...

Reality or not, it WAS something interesting to blog about! Penguins!! In the middle of Wisconsin!! It's funny when in your dream you think to yourself that you MUST remember this....after the fact, you realize why your dreaming self felt the need to make a mental note.

I remember being pregnant with Rachel and having a dream where, lo and behold, there I was in the hospital room, holding my brand new baby (I think it was a boy in the dream, though, and he probably was the size of a 9 month old, as happens in dreams)! And I made the mental note to myself, I MUST remember to ask Ken how the labor and delivery went, because I have NO memory of it! My subconscious self was in serious denial about how babies are born!

7:42 PM  
Blogger Rozanne said...

OK. I'm super confused. This was a dream, right?

And in your dream, you actually thought, "I must blog this."

That's a sign of something. Not sure what. It's like when you're learning a foreign language and you start dreaming in that language. A milestone.

8:44 PM  
Blogger Karen said...

Well gosh, if I blogged about my dreams then maybe I would have something to write about as well. :)

I've also been suffering blog block lately.

I don't remember last night's dream, but two nights ago I was learning how to make chocolate covered cherries - over and over again, all night long.


8:45 PM  
Anonymous Leigh-Ann said...

I kept dreaming that people were dumping kittens off at our house. Sick kittens, and I didn't know how I'd care for all of them. That's dreamspeak for, "I need a vacation".

Thought of you today as we were out eating sushi. I had a great cold green bean salad. Cooked green beans, tossed with rice wine vinegar and sesame oil, then tossed with roasted sesame seeds. Delicious!

5:48 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Colleen- Wouldn't it be nice if labor and delivery was like that? The odd thing about the dream was that as I was driving past I slowed down to count the penguins, concerned that I accurately report the number of them, rather than saying "some penguins". Also that I was proud to be able to identify them as Emperor penguins. Dreams are odd.

Rozanne- No! Really! Penguins! Ok. Yes. A dream. I was actually dreaming in Spanish after my 2 week trip to Mexico with my high school Spanish class my senior year. Sadly, that is no longer happening.

Karen- Yes, I'm clearly scraping the barrel. I dream about food often. Usually there's food I really want to eat but never get around to it, which is really too bad, because if you could just make yourself eat all you wanted in your dream, and I mean really taste it and swallow it and feel full, wouldn't it maybe satisfy some wicked cravings? Or maybe make them worse. I dunno. Shame, though.

Leigh-Ann- Hmmm. I'm sure that has nothing to do with your real life. Heh. Those green beans sound heavenly. I'll try it! Good job getting Flippy out for birthday sushi! I tried to wish her many happy returns but couldn't get the comment to go through. Grrr.

8:28 AM  
Blogger Lauren said...

Penguins. Too Funny.

I am worried that if I blogged what I was dreaming then people may think I have flipped my lid.

9:32 AM  
Anonymous Kate W. said...

You've been eating the mushrooms growing on that lovely property of yours again-haven't you? We need to get you help.

9:32 AM  
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

No wonder that penguins were up in Wisconsin! Their dreams of escape to some hot place just intersected your dreams of wanting to eat cake! You must have had some ties in an earlier life!
I often dream of chocolate and sweet things, and when I wake up, I really do need to eat because I'm in an insulin reaction! My built-in safegaurd!
I have crazy wild dreams when my sugar's high...are those the same as "Peanut Butter" dreams people say they get after eating that before bed? But what if they ate the no sugar added PB? Hmmmm...

12:30 PM  
Blogger CarpeDM said...

Oh, Beth's going to love this!

I have blogged about my dreams before but it's usually the ones that are funny/weird. I wish I could remember the one I had the night before. It was good, might have made a good book. Dang sub-conscious, why can't you think of this stuff when I'm awake?

What happened to the BlogHer post? I commented on my suggestion for next year.

1:09 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

There's a park in Vienna that has statues (in a fountain/pool) of frolicking penguins quite near to a playground. I wish I had taken a picture of it!

And quite reading my mind already... you're getting spooky.

2:44 PM  
Blogger brooksba said...

Penguins, penguins, penguins, penguins, penguins! I think I would have stopped to play with them. But not so much the bears.

Penguins! EMPEROR penguins! I love them. They are my favorite. Practically perfect in every way.

2:51 PM  
Blogger moegirl said...

interesting dream! What would Freud say...keeping in mind he was a strange dude hopped up on cocaine much of the time...I think the party theme, plus the fact that penguins are attired in tuxedoes, ready to party all the time represents a desire you have to party. The bears and the abscence of cake represent your fear that the parties will not be very fun.

Or, sometimes a penguin is just a penguin.

4:18 PM  
Blogger Babs said...

I wanted to hear more about the bears, dammit!!

I won't wittle on about all my kooky dreams, I'd be here all day.

Mind, they still talk about the day they tried to wake me up and I told them to feed the iguana.

Shaddap. I'd been to the zoo the day before :)

6:33 AM  
Anonymous Ariella said...

I feel that the inclusion of emperor penguins and a victorian house represents a latent desire to be a heroine in a Victorian Romance set in the Antarctic winter. Stop me if I'm wrong. The fact that there WERE bears there shows that you're aware that the trend of global warming will soon cause polar bears and penguins to co-exist on the same continent (as they currently do not).

The lack of cake is inexplicable and probably pathological.

8:07 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Lauren- Clearly I am so desperate to have something other than plants, pets and paint to blog about that I'm willing to risk my image. Oh, who am I kidding. This is of no surprise to anyone.

Kate- Moi? If that is true, and I will deny it to my grave, I am sure they were slipped into my salad by one of the thug deer.

Ruth- When don't I want to eat cake? I've heard of others having the same sort of dreams that awaken them to a crash. Such a marvelous thing the body is. "Peanut Butter" dreams! That's new to me. I like it.

Dana- Yeah, I usually forget my dreams promptly, except the bizarre fever induced one in college where I was an oxygen atom in my body all night. Guess that's probably more in the realm of a fever-induced halucination (from a good case of strep, NOT mushrooms). (Your BlogHer comment is in the prior post. I'm getting there!)

Teri- See. Separated at birth. Well birth separated by a few years. You took your time a-coming. Poor mom.

Beth- Chicken, chicken, chicken. They were rather large penguins, about 4' tall. Plus they seemed into their own company. ANd, now that I come to think of it, yes, not terribly unlike those from 'Mary Poppins'. How good of you to know!

Stace- Yes, Freud slays me. A party. Sigh. Sounds like lots of work, but you may be right. A party with the right people would certainly be fun, especially if I made sure and had at least one cake.

Babs- Sorry, the bears were your basic small brown bears. Generic Disney. Cute, though. Sadly, the penguins had the spot light, what with climbing up the slide ladder with their stubby legs and then sliding down on their backs, feet in the air. Are spazzy dreams especially intense? Do you have spazzy dreams? I'm so not in the know.

Ariella- That's it! And the rain clouds were acid rain clouds. Oh! the poor creatures. I should have pulled over and crammed them in the car and taken them to the drab, cakeless party. Clearly I am not the humanitarian I'd like to think I am, merely inexplicable and pathological.

9:18 AM  
Blogger karmic_jay said...

Interesting interpretations of your dreams. The ones I had are too bizarre to interpret, or I hardly ever remember them.
One i do was before a microbiology course I took. I imagined being able to look under an electron micrscope at live bugs in color! :)

12:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As the family Freudian--undergrad--I assure you that you are quite normal. I however, love Einsteins comment on reality: All reality is an illusion; albeit very persistant.

The philosophical RF-er

12:19 PM  
Blogger Cagey said...

I am not sure which was funnier - trying to make sense of this post OR then realizing it was a dream. Keep in mind, I have been seeing all the headlines lately for the truck wreck with the penguins and an injured octopus. Perhaps, just maybe, you might have also seen the headlines?

12:22 AM  
Blogger Babs said...

Spazzy dreams are weird. More like nightmares, really. They confuse me, and the crazier and scarier they are the worse the fit is (or so it seems).

I'm not sure how it works along with the spazzing. I don't know if the nightmare scares me so much that I seize, or if they're just a by-product of the in-process spazzery. Wish the fits came with a bloody handbook LOL

I think I had my first actual 'nightmare fit' when I was little. Shan't go into detail or link it straight out because, quite frankly, I think it's a lot funnier to tell everyone to go to google and type [copy and paste] in the following words, all at once:

"Evil Mike Nesmith-hatted Red-bearded Leprechauns in Matching red Long-Underwear Aliens"

Can you see the look on everyone's faces Diana?? Haaaaaaa!! :)

6:03 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Jay- I always feel it's more fun to have your friends interpret your dreams. I've always wondered what it is about some dreams that cause us to remember them, even years later. The EM dream is cool. In college I got to be a lab assistant for the cell biology prof and became proficient in prepping samples for transmission EM and scanning EM. I also got to use the SEM we had in the lab, but it was for fungal spores and was certainly not in color.

Dad- Considering the source, I'll take the diagnosis of 'normal' with a grain of salt. Einstein was a man after my own heart.

Cagey- I saw that headline on MSN
s site yesterday but just clicked on it now. The penguin slaughter at the wheels of the oncoming motorists on the freeway (sad!) happened Tuesday, so I am saved from the embarassment of dream plagery by a day. I'm glad to read that the octopus was unharmed although I'm sure its psyche was rattled. I hope it gets some counselling at the new zoo. Fish were also killed but I noticed they didn't rate any headlines. Smacks of speciesism.

Babs- Now THAT's a dream but nothing to the spazzies. Thank you for this. I've not had anyone walk me through theirs in this sort of detail. Your gift for creating word images is tremendous. How completely terrifying. (And I must say I agree with your 'bad childhood memories' ranking. My grandad used to pop his dentures out in front of us as he thought we'd think it was cool. Man, I hated that.)

Why do we exist but to perplex others? Poor google. It will be a hoot to see the results on your sitemeter.

7:59 AM  
Blogger Babs said...

Ah ta for that--I do try. I went back and re-read it myself and it's kind weird because, as I've gotten older, I sort out something new each time when I fit or think back on a particular episode. It's the damnedest thing.

*Fun side note: I have discovered that the 'teeth popping out' game grosses out Ma and the nephew--it's now a new weapon in my arsenal LOL

9:19 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Babs- Well thank God for that bit o' sunshine. The deeth as a weapon. Now you just need to get them fitted with some sort of death ray or something. Then you'd be able to kick some serious ass.

11:23 AM  
Blogger Babs said...

Since we're all on the Ha!! What a weird dream!! bandwagon I shall mention this afternoon's naptime nightmare, which I didn't even remember until tonight when I was on the bus stop over in Little Albania when it all came rushing back to me. I submit for your approval:

For some inexplicable reasons we were, I think, being held hostage. By Bosnian dudes. Weird because some of my best friends are Bosnian. ANYWAY. There seemed to be some sort of war, or fight, or I don't know what. I remember seeing a tank. At least I think it was a tank. And I was trying desperately to tell these guys we were Nice People. Except I couldn't remember how to say that in Bosnian. So I kept saying the only thing I could remember: 'My power is out'. In Bosnian. While they laughed at me. Then I moved on to counting from 1-10. In Bosnian. And they laughed at me. Again. Then Trash decided he wanted a cigarette and we had to go ask if we could go out. So I went to ask them and got nervous because you have to be VERY careful when saying 'Let's go out for a cigarette' in Bosnian. One misstep and you will INSTEAD be asking (or saying) that you'd like to suck on something. I won't go into detail as I am, if nothing else, a creature of infinite fucking tact and discretion. Let us just say that you would NOT be asking for a Willy Wonka Everlasting Gobstopper. Ahem. Then I told them they had nice earrings though none of them were women. In Bosnian.

I woke up worn out. With muscles so sore that I can't begin to describe it in English.

Or Bosnian.

Damned fits LOL

1:13 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Dammed fits, indeed. Good one!

It's good to put your language skills to work. I never knew it could be so hazardous to ask for a smoke. That's info the Surgeon General could use in an ad campagne.

8:32 AM  
Blogger Babs said...

Do you know I don't even know who the damned surgeon general is these days?? Sheesh. I've got to get out more.

7:14 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

Er. Um. Me neither. Double sheesh. I'm guessing it's because he's/she's done nothing remotely controversial. Unlike Koop, my favorite. He pissed a lot of people off, especially Big Tobacco. I heard him speak once. He seemed like a really decent, honest, passionate-about-health guy.

8:04 AM  

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