I’m thinking it might be time to expand the staff of this blog. I will continue to write all the silliness that gets posted here on a daily basis, but I think I need to hire someone to help me to interpret my dreams.
I have the strangest movies play out in my head every night, and I’ve mentioned before that I often use ideas from my dreams in my screenplays. So that got me to thinking that if I better understood my dreams perhaps I could use them more in my writing. Even cooler idea…if I understood what my dreams meant maybe I could learn how to manipulate my subconscious into providing me with better sleepy time movies in the future.
Perhaps the comments section of this post could serve as part of the job application process for those of you who are interested in the position. I must warn you, it does not pay well and you will have to wear a toga to work.
I’ll share last night’s dream and see if anyone can tell me what it means…
It started with me being in my bedroom, furiously trying to nail the Mona Lisa to the wall above my bed. Not a replica of the famous painting, mind you, but the actual one straight from the Louvre. I’m not sure how I got my hands on it, but I was obsessed with hanging it above my bed, and I was trying so hard to nail it properly.
I couldn’t get it right, though, because I was being distracted by the sound of a jackhammer out in the parking lot of the building next to The House on the Hill.
Who the heck jackhammers in the middle of the night? I went to the bedroom window and looked out to discover this woman going to town on the blacktop of the parking lot with a huge jackhammer. She finally noticed me trying to get her attention, but all she did was smile at me, and then go back to work demolishing the concrete. It’s a huge parking lot, and she seemed intent on ravaging all of it, so I gave up on the Mona Lisa project and headed downstairs.
When I got to the living room, I found the table filled with travel brochures about visiting Virginia. I’ll give you a little hint here, job applicants…my family lives in Virginia and I haven’t visited them in forever. So that part of the dream might be easy to interpret.
I finally sat down on the couch, kicked the Virginia brochures out of the way so I could put up my feet on the table, and in a real trippy move, I fell asleep in my dream and dreamed that I was dancing out on the lawn with The Girl Who Likes To Boogie.
What does it all mean? Am I going insane? Do I eat too many spicy foods before dinner? Does my mind just never stop creating bizarre material for me to use on my blog?
I’d love to read your interpretation of that dream, and if you’re serious about applying for the position, be sure to indicate it in your comment.
Sweet dreams, Modern Philosophers. May yours not come anywhere close to approaching the level of zaniness of mine…