A Window to my Psyche: Part 2
I burst through the door of the room. Suddenly, I was in a large, stark white room, cathedral ceiling, with a second floor flanking the exterior walls. People were dressed in all white, roaming about the room. In the center of the room was a large set of cubes, stacked 6 by 4. In each of those cubes sat a child. A photographer stood back attempting to get all of them at attention in vain. He was trying to get their class photo. I ran towards him, asking for a phone, for help, someone to help the professor. His mind was on his work; he paid no mind to my plea.
I glanced down, wondering why no one was paying attention to my asking for help, and there I saw a small child, infant like in size, but completely mobile. The child looked up at me, and with a feeble voice said, “I’m am dying. I need the injection. Hurry.” (What injection? I have no idea. For a vivid dream, it seemed to lack specifics). I just know that I had to save the child.
The lab. I looked toward the second floor and spotted it. They would have the injection I needed. I began to run towards the steps at the opposite side of the room. The sound of my shoes slapping the marble floor was suddenly drowned out by a honking alarm. The white room was drowned in red flashing lights. I glanced toward the door of the lab as a large metal door began to close. A booming voice came over the intercom. “Evacuate immediately. There has been an accident in the lab. The Hantavirus has been released. The lab will self destruct.”
I had to get to that lab. The cure for the child was in there. There was no time to think. I dodged and weaved, jumping over people. I ducked under the door of the lab, still closing, grabbed the syringe I needed, and slid under the door just in the knick of time.
The blast threw me clear from the second floor. When I came to, I crawled towards the cubes where I had seen the child, syringe in hand. I was too late.
There, instead of a child, stood a potato chip (you read that right), with a face, arms and legs. Her disease had done this too her. I was too late. She was irreversibly changed.
I awoke with a start.
Now. Try to analyze that one…..
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I need a little more info to analyze this one. So, what flavor potato chip was she?
Ok, I have no idea at this but wow, that’s an odd one.
followthatdog´s last blog ..Giant might be overstating things. Or at least I hope it is
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Not big on dream analysis. I think brains just sort of play when they aren’t busy. Analysis is like horoscopes–impossible to rationalize and loaded with interpretive bias.
That doesn’t make them any less scary, though.
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Corina Reply:
July 12th, 2009 at 9:20 pm
I agree. There is no understanding of individual psyche. Too many factors to consider. I think I just wanted to plant a tree and eat a potato chip. You know, after I save the world.
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Okay I will take a stab at it…as a mom we all feel like under appreciated super heros….which we truly are. Your dream, though comical, fits that. You were trying to provide for a defenseless one and you failed, even after putting your life in jeopardy. I think it is one of your constant inner fears ..that you will fail as a mother. I suspect that is what keeps you on the edge to continue to excel as a mom. But it also might drive anxiety about it too. And our anxieties get played out in our dreams much more than things that we are happy and content about. So relax and know that your children are healthy and happy – much due to your superhero role as their mom.
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Nice try at an interpretation Grammy, however, I don’t think it works. As a recall – this is a dream she had YEARS ago, prior to even becoming a mommy. She was going crazy about it back then too. So unless this is a recurring dream, I am not sure that your interpretation works.
Cori – this dream was almost as strange as your manatee one. Man you’re weird.
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OK THEN! The science professor is you. The stabber is your anxiety. Which you have always tried to calm and cure by sitting under a tree. You in the dream are the functioning observer. The child/baby is the inocent hope for the furtue in order to save the future you must (as the observer to this) get the medicine that will help. AND of course, if the medicine does not get there in time the child/baby will be in heaven which of course is a potato chip. NOW THEN you know where you get it from! Grandmom Lor
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