(This here's one of those 'oddball' posts I pull outta my ass; it's about dreaming, and maybe about California, or something along those lines...)
Dreams--and weird dreams, especially--can be disturbing. Supposedly, dreams are the window to the soul; an avenue to the subconscious. Freud was big on dreams, but I dare say he was no better interpreting them than the average person on the street. Personally, I think he was kind of a sick bastard, with his Oedipal complex bullshit, and all. That was the real 'Sigmund', if the truth be known (yeah, I had to put up with learning all his *wack*! theories enroute to getting my BA in Psychology). Yes, he was a momma's boy--and a namby-pamby one at that. (/opinion).
Anyways, I'm going to try to get this down before i forget; a weird one from last night:
So, I'm traveling on some lonely back road, on my way to who-knows-where (California?), when I come across a road-side station with some kind of 'attraction' meant to suck in tourists. Of course, its filled with the local townspeople, who likely stop in during the day just to get a chuckle out of the 'tourists'. They populated about half the tables and stools in there, sipping coffee, or whatever they sip out there in the sticks. Seems like this place was waaaay out in the sticks, but I couldn't tell you where, exactly. Anyways, I come in, hoping to get a beverage, and to get a chuckle out of the locals (they GOTTA be Podunks....). I soon encountered a young lady who was kind enough to help me get a bottle--a glass bottle--of soda out of one of those old-timey slider-type ice/water filled soda "coolers". Yeah, it was pretty old looking, predating those new-fangled refrigerated coolers them thar city-slickers probably have. "Gosh", I said, "I haven't seen one of those in years". The gal kinda sneered and commented something about how nobody else around there could seem to get the bottles out, either, so she was forever 'waiting' on people just to get their sodas. I thought briefly about giving her a tip, then shrugged, and blew that one off...
To my amazement, she only charged me a dime.
Soda in-hand, I casually browsed about the place, and I came across a little area which, apparently, housed several farm animals, and an old, fat, fluffy dog. OK, I guessed this was the so-called 'attraction' meant to suck in the tourist bucks. Upon closer examination, however, I realized that they were really just holograms of farm animals, except for the big fat pig, which was some form of animated paper mache´ figure. As I got closer to each holo-animal, they would go kind of 'fuzzy', flicker, and then fade from view. A local in overalls, straddling a chair there, said something about how messy the REAL ones used to be. The large, pink sow-thing seemed to just wander around the grounds. I thought it funny that someone (a local?) had kicked a gaping hole in its backside. Odd, but nobody had bothered to repair it, I thought. I laughed, to myself. Making my way out of that 'virtual zoo' area, I stopped to pet the dog, who seemed to enjoy the brief scratching I gave him behind his ears. "Whew!", I thought, "...at least this one is real".
Then, I noticed that my soda was tasting rather odd, and it began to have a slimy texture to it "shit!!" I exclaimed, as I gazed around for somewhere to drain the bottle. Finding a spittoon next to a local chewer, I emptied the bottle, which yielded some green, oozy stuff, not unlike algae. "Well, I'll keep the bottle," I thought, "it's probably a collector's item, anyways". So, now finding myself unslaked, I figure its time to get a beer. "Shore!" says the store-keep gal, warning me beforehand, "But we aint got much of a selection". That was putting it mildly; there were only two cans of (warm) beer to be had, and by the labels (these were actually TIN cans) they both looked like they predated the war (WWII). Figuring they had a chance to be intact, I purchased them both for a dollar.
I sipped my (warm) beer while looking for a stool, when in comes the tallest damned redhead I had ever seen. She was sobbing, and was mumbling something about nobody wanting her (was it because she was 6'5"?). Tall, but attractive; I gave her a passionate kiss, and pushed her back towards the post she was leaning on. "Did my good deed for the day," I thought, with an air of accomplishment. Then I woke up...
Well, that's about it--ended abruptly, and without resolution, as with most dreams. Just thought I'd get this one down, given how unusual it was. Anyone wanna take a crack at the symbolism or interpretation?
Lol,
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