Lots of vivid dreams lately. Two nights ago, it was a high school reunion/wedding reception. Lots of familiar old faces. A teary reconciliation with a high school friend--then running full speed to greet another long lost friend (who has, at this point, not appeared on any social networking site).
Last night, a show--a major production. I was part of the show and also photographing it. I spent so much time adjusting the camera, desperately trying to capture scenes. Some of the photos were completely black. Others captured moments that looked unreal. It was something like Cabaret. Dancers and a devil and war. But the most striking part was constantly adjusting the dial on the camera.
From there, I moved on to cleaning and clearing out bookshelves. Behind the books, I found dust and cockroaches. I was fascinated by the cockroaches, watching them crawl and struggle and trying to piece together how they ended up behind the books.
I'm always fascinated by these dreams. I often wonder what my brain is trying to process or trying to tell me. No matter how strange, I know that there is some meaning to everything. I just hope I understand the lesson in time.
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I'd hazard a few guesses -- the need to clean out what's going, lift the top off, as it were, to see the underworkings, which ordinarily would frighten or gross you out (roaches!!!!) but in this instance weren't scary. Instead, you watched them in a manner almost detached.
The camera stuff -- being part of the action and recording it, but the whole adjusting the dial thing struck me as your brain's way of saying "See better, Lear."
The Cabaret stuff -- I dunno. You like fishnets?
I love fishnets. And cabaret. And burlesque. Most of my current favorite performers fall into that genre...
And the whole "See better," thing? If we were to look at that literally--well, I'm long overdue for an eye exam.
Anyway, good guesses. :)
I'm always better at analyzing someone else's dreams. My dreams -- not so much.
I haven't had any dreams I remember recently. Except the one where I was refusing to eat because I had hit my caloric max for the day. And I was hysterical and throwing shit because people were trying to make me eat dinner.
I feel there's probably not much open for interpretation there...
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