Nice Dream
Thursday, March 31st, 2005Here’s my dream last night.
I was standing at the kitchen window looking in the backyard, and I noticed about four monkeys just hanging out. So I decided I’d throw them some of my too-ripe bananas, because hey, monkeys like bananas, right? These monkeys LOVED bananas. The monkeys outnumbered the bananas, so one of the monkeys decided to attack another monkey. He took off the flesh of the other monkey’s leg, and then they all went killer crazy and started attacking. This made me really nervous, so I ran to tell Dan about it. Dan locked himself in the bathroom, leaving me out in the bedroom to fend for myself. Thanks Dan.
And because they’re monkeys, they learned how to open the back door and got in the house! As I was trying to figure out my next step, Dan scolded me for telling the world that I would shoot myself in the head at 1:31 pm the next day, in my Communication Law journalism class. He asked why I would do such a thing. I said because I always follow through with my promises.
I’m not sure what happened to the monkeys (you know how dreams are), but the next day there’s an ice storm. I’m trying to get to the Journalism audtorium where my Comm Law class is held, but because of the ice, I have to hold on to trees and ropes the entire way. The building is in an urban area, and I think it’s actually an old theater. I go in and sit in the back, with the gun in my hand. At 1:31 pm, I look over at my friend Julianne (who I actually haven’t talked to since I was a senior in high school - we were on the golf team together), and she mouthed “Do it.” I mouthed, “I’m scared” back. So she walked over, took the gun, and put it in her mouth. She pulled the trigger, but since the safety was on, she didn’t actually shoot herself. “See,” she said. “It’s not that hard.” And she hands me the gun.
I look around the auditorium. I can’t believe nobody is even planning on stopping me! It’s 1:34 pm so I’m late. And that’s something I never am. I say “Good bye world” and shoot myself in the head. I feel myself falling over and then the dream stops. I wake up. It’s actually 6:45 and I take my temperature. No fever. Can’t blame the fever on this doozie of a dream!
Dan asked me today what killing yourself in a dream meant. So I’m about to look it up.
Here’s a run down of the interpretations from my Dream Dictionary:
Suicide: This dream is a signal that you need a change of scene or more mental relaxation. Try sharing your troubles with a trusted friend or adviser, but in any event, stop brooding.
Guns: Whether you saw it, heard it, or used it, any type of gun featured in your dream forecasts an injustice, either to you or to someone in your close circle, which you will have to fight hard to overcome.
Animals: To see wild animals in your dream is generally a good omen pertaining to business, but the interpretation depends on their attitude: if they were calm, you affairs will prosper, but if they attacked (you or each other), you can expect to see some reverses.
Apes: Be on guard against a mischief-maker in your close social or business circle, and pay more attention to your work, if you dreamed of an ape.
Bananas: Spoiled bananas indicate disappointment in friends.
Ice: To slip, slide, or fall on ice indicates coming difficulties.
Audience: A surprising distinction will come your way if you faced an audience.
Death: If you dreamed of being dead yourself, it indicates an approaching release from all your worries and / or a recovery from illness.
Well. After reading all that, I don’t have too much to look forward to these next few days, do I? Except that maybe my cough will go away…Surprisingly, for the most part, these interpretations are dead on for what’s going on in Nicole’s Real World right now. But iff I don’t post anything for the next few days, assume the worst. And if you haven’t already, check out Dan’s Moxie blog. It might help explain some of the negative interpretations.