Friday, June 28, 2024
Invasion of the gamer friend. (dream)
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Tearing the wings off of beautiful animals. (dream)
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DREAM
I'm taking a tour of a meat factory. Marilyn vos Savant is being overworked in this factory. She's indulging the tour, but she seems really stressed when she describes to the tour guide how she's working to increase the pig factory's efficiency. She doesn't stay for long.
Then I enter a beautiful, pink room with a pond and path of concrete circles going through the water that mimics giant water lilies. There are large plants in the background. They bring out one of the pigs and take it through the pond. It's the pig is small, and cute, and to my surprise, it spreads, large, beautiful, feathery wings. I realize with a sinking feeling in my stomach that the factory must tear off and destroy those beautiful wings when they kill the pigs for food. I hate to think of the sparkle going out of the curious little pig's eyes. What a waste of life.
INTERPRETATION
This dream is about my capitalism anxiety.
Marilyn vos Savant is a lady in her 70s who used to have the highest recorded IQ score of anyone in history. (They changed the tests, according to ChatGPT, so now her record isn't "being maintained.") In the dream, she was miserable working in a meat factory. This to me, is what we're doing: we're taking our brightest people and having them work 60 hour weeks to do stuff like sell bacon a little bit better than someone else instead of giving them meaningful, satisfying things to do in a balanced, sustainable fashion.
What's more, we're systematically destroying beautiful, innocent animals who were meant to live in the forest and fly--just so we can eat them. So the overall goal is highly questionable.
Also, pigs can fly, which is a euphemism for miracles, but that's not what we choose to make happen in this artificially-created nightmare world.
Sunday, June 9, 2024
Iceland floods. (dream)
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DREAM
I've gone on several summer trips to Iceland with my best friend--not mainly to see my parents, but my parents do have a house here. I'm sure my parents' house is horribly cluttered and neglected. They don't really want me hanging out there, and I don't want to be there either. So I always just pass by its exterior. It's gray-green on a grassy hill with some other houses.
But then one day, I look up their house on Google Maps and look inside. It's beautiful. It's clean. It's well-decorated. It almost looks like they hired an interior decorator. I can't believe it.
The next summer though, all of Iceland is completely flooded. I swim to my parents' house. It's underwater. There's a little stoat or a weasel swimming in the flooded grass with me and my best friend. I guess my parents' house is done for.
INTERPRETATION
I think many people's parents change when they move out of their house. To me, it seemed like my parents were happier, and they weren't hurting anybody (me), so in my mind, they took on a cute, harmless old couple quality that they didn't have before.
But that time has passed for them (the house got flooded) since my father has passed away.
The next day, I was supposed to wake up early, but I had a series of dreams that attempted to persuade me to stay in bed. There's something a little creepy about your own sleep trying to lure you into staying with it when it's in your best interest to leave.