Freud This On for Size
Today's post was gonna be me whining about how much my TV antennae sucks, and how I wish I hada Dish. Then I had this dream I can kinda remember snippets of. So, I'm gonna Rant about that instead. Word of Warning: The following dream is out of order, out of context, and didn't make any sense then, and makes less now. Enjoy.
I was going back to college. And not just college, art school. This art school was supposedly located right next to my old place of "learning", Southern Illinois University. In retrospect, the only way I could find the place was by walking through these twisted pathways in this deep woods. I kept walking around with this big painting. I hadn't painted it, someone else had given it to me as a gift. I looked like one of those things you'd buy at a kiosk at the mall. The most noteable feature of the Art School was the gigantic indoor pool in front. I think I swam around a bit. I had to put the painting down for that, and then it disappeared. I spent a lot of time worrying about how I was gonna pay to go to Art school, especially one this expensive (really, you shoulda seen this place, it was grandiose). I considered getting a loan, or maybe student aide.
Eventually, Dad, Bro, and Grampa picked me up in an old truck and took me off to what I'm assuming were the dorms. Dad got really angry at me because apparently, I left something really important in my cousin Rachel's house and I couldn't remember what it was and he wouldn't tell me. I had an entire drawer full of dress shoes (I HATE dress shoes). I'm pretty sure one pair of dress shoes was made out of blue suede. Then Conan fought He-Man in this snowy mountaintop place. I think Conan won, which I honestly didn't see coming. Then people started turning into Old School Atari graphics. You know, blocky stick figures. Random cameo guest stars in last nights dream include Shafe's buddy Nick, Tate (Word up to my homie!), George Michael Bluth from Arrested Development, and a bunch of sexy Asian chicks.
My psychoanalysis of the preceeding dream is as follows: I need help.
I was going back to college. And not just college, art school. This art school was supposedly located right next to my old place of "learning", Southern Illinois University. In retrospect, the only way I could find the place was by walking through these twisted pathways in this deep woods. I kept walking around with this big painting. I hadn't painted it, someone else had given it to me as a gift. I looked like one of those things you'd buy at a kiosk at the mall. The most noteable feature of the Art School was the gigantic indoor pool in front. I think I swam around a bit. I had to put the painting down for that, and then it disappeared. I spent a lot of time worrying about how I was gonna pay to go to Art school, especially one this expensive (really, you shoulda seen this place, it was grandiose). I considered getting a loan, or maybe student aide.
Eventually, Dad, Bro, and Grampa picked me up in an old truck and took me off to what I'm assuming were the dorms. Dad got really angry at me because apparently, I left something really important in my cousin Rachel's house and I couldn't remember what it was and he wouldn't tell me. I had an entire drawer full of dress shoes (I HATE dress shoes). I'm pretty sure one pair of dress shoes was made out of blue suede. Then Conan fought He-Man in this snowy mountaintop place. I think Conan won, which I honestly didn't see coming. Then people started turning into Old School Atari graphics. You know, blocky stick figures. Random cameo guest stars in last nights dream include Shafe's buddy Nick, Tate (Word up to my homie!), George Michael Bluth from Arrested Development, and a bunch of sexy Asian chicks.
My psychoanalysis of the preceeding dream is as follows: I need help.
1 Comments:
Well, Nick'll be excited to know he was involved with sexy Asian chics in any capacity....
Could be your subconsciously worried that your lack of art school and disinterest in your personal appearance to others (cause no one wears dress shoes to be comfortable) might be holding you back. You're also worried that you don't know what you need to do to make your Dad happy.
Now here's the tricky part. Conan beating He-Man probably represents a feeling that reality is constantly beating up on your dreams, and the fact that they're fighting on a mountaintop means you need to get a tan and spend more time in your underwear.
The dudes and Asians is purely sexual. Just come out of the closet Joe.
Of course, I'm completely full of shit and have been known to hallucinate while on hold listening to Michael Bolton. Damn insurance companies are trying to kill me.
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