I have been told that I should write a post about some of the silly dreams I have. Quite often I wake up laughing in the middle of the night about something crazy I have dreamt. Other times I do odd things while I’m alseep. One time I crawled along the bed and quickly snatched the pillow out from under my partner’s head. She just told me calmly to give it back, at which point I woke up. Another night I had a dream I was tossing a football around the backyard, and in reality I had my partner’s elbow in my hand and I threw it like a football which woke both of us up. In a dream not long ago, I got to laughing when someone in my dream said something was as impossible as “farting oneself to the moon.” A couple nights ago in a dream I watched a boyishly dressed woman go into a store called “Western Lesbian Outfitters” to go buy some more butchy clothes. Mostly vulgar, usually dumb.
This post is going to deal with three dreams which are pretty similar in some ways. They all involve female singers who are not exactly attractive. Why? Who knows? If Dr. Freud was still alive, maybe I could get a little insight into what the connection is, but for now I’ll just have to guess.
Dream One: Mama Cass Elliot
In this dream I met Cass Elliot on a bus. We got to talking and we were getting along really well. I could tell she was interested in having things go a little further, and I was looking for a graceful way out without doing anything to hurt her feelings. My great line to get out of an awkward situation? “It’ll never work out, you’ve been dead for 40 years.”
Dream Two: Rita MacNeil
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This dream was similar to the Cass Elliot dream in that we were chatting and the singer in question was becoming interested in me. Here I never got a chance to escape the situation. Rita was getting pretty worked up, so she unbuttoned her blouse and showed me a boob. Trouble is, the boob had four nipples like an udder.
Dream Three: Adele
Well that’s about it for romance. In this dream I was moving along a buffet smorgasbord in a restaurant. I was plopping dollops of this and that on my plate, getting together a nice dinner. I came up to the lasagna tray, and there in the steaming metal table under the hot lights was the very last square of lasagna. I put it on my plate and started to head to my table, when all of a sudden there was a snorting commotion as Adele rushed me with nostrils flaring, in a frenzy about that final piece of lasagna. She full on tackled me, and my dinner went flying. I have been traumatized, as I bring this up every time I see lasagna.
I think the Rita dream was sort of sexist and vulgar, comparing poor old Ms MacNeil to a cow. Likewise, the Adele dream was cruel as it depicts the ‘big boned’ Adele as a food-crazed eating maniac. Do I really think these things? I don’t think so, but those ideas are lurking in my sleeping mind, ready to become crazy little movies when I least expect it.