This morning's dream...

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1. Was interrupted several times by the male pileated woodpecker doing his personal advertising on my chimney cap. He's still at it. I wonder what has pulled his chain, after many days of silence.



2. Started with a home invasion, with me watching the person (a young woman) doing it, and knowing what she was up to, but not knowing her, or her motivation. She came into the room, which was almost (but not quite) like the living room/library of my old home. She was looking to steal some specific document from a desk drawer, but to make it look like a random robbery, began pulling books off the shelves, and dumping them on the floor, and also throwing furniture around and breaking it up a bit.



3. Without having a clear, lucid dreaming "Aha!" moment, I still ended up using a lucid dreaming tactic of confronting her directly, and engaging her in conversation, trying to find out more about her and what her motives were, without letting her know that I knew she was out to steal a document. This led to questions like when her birthday was, and how she knew mutual friends of ours, etc.



4. This confrontation, by the way, took place in the bathroom; and while we were talking, it was unclear if there was something she was looking for there, or if she were just cleaning up, but there was a small potted plant (mint, I beleive, or thyme) in a seedling pot, on a high shelf above the lights above the mirror. She was about to throw it away, and I asked her not to, so she handed it to me, and I realized, although it had been neglected for years, that it was still alive and had healthy roots, and I contemplated repotting it.



5. This scene segueed, as dreams do, to a university student union lobby (I think because the young woman was a college student, or the mutual friends between us were college students, or both). There was a "Spoof Public Service Announcement" contest going on, with the prize slated to go to the funniest one*, and the different announcements were being played over the Student Union's sound system, for all to hear.



6. I was looking at one of the student booths (stocked with carnival-like plush animals) while listening to the announcements. And a Vietnam-vet-like man in a wheelchair came up behind me, and started complaining about said announcements, that those damned minorities were trying to take away his rights (I think one of the PSAs was in favor of Jewish anti-defamation), and they should just stay in their places. I answered that he will always have his human rights defended, it's just that actually being in the majority is not one of them. I then wheeled my own chair out of the way so he could go past me into the booth.



7. For some reason, after he passed me (maybe he shot me a dirty look, or muttered something, or both), I deliberately picked a fight with him, and said, very clearly: "God. Damn. You." He turns around, and we get into a wheelchair rumble, backing up and racing toward each other like two mountain sheep rams butting heads.



8. Somehow, a receptionist sitting at her desk in a wheeled desk chair ended up between us, and got knocked out of her chair and onto the floor when my opponant rammed her desk. I went forward to appologize, as I felt responsible that a fight that I'd deliberately started was injuring a bystander. She told me not to worry about it, as this sort of thing always happens to her (I wonder what poor facet of my subconscious she represented...). Then, somehow, in a way I still can't figure out, the next I saw her she was in a yellow, inflatable submarine/bubble getting tossed around on the ocean, in a rather sloshy way.



9. Maybe my brain would have come up with some sort of narrative explaination for that, given time, except that that pileated male started hammering again, and when I glanced at the clock, I realized it was late enough that I had better get up, anyway.

I'm not sure what, if any, deep, spiritual clue my subconscious was trying to drive home to me. But I like the point that being numbered among the socially priviledged is not one of our inalienable rights. And if ever I get into a discussion with a Rush Limbaugh supporter, I may just bring that up...

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*"[S]he hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing;" for some reason, my subconscious tends to think that no dream is complete without a punchline in there, somewhere.