dream musings
Feb. 11th, 2002 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanThe only snippet of last night's dream that I can remember, because it was the snippet from just before I woke up:
I was on a sort of pilgrimage with some people (including Laura) to visit the places where various types of candy were made. We were arriving in Wisconsin to see the candy-corn factory. We were coming in for a landing, although instead of an airport we were landing in a parking garage. One of the other people on the trip said something like, "this must be Wisconsin," and I said, "yeah, you can tell because of the big sign on the airport wall that says 'welcome to Wisconsin.'" Then we went to the factory, and outside it, instead of a lawn there were big mosaics made out of candy corn of many different colors and patterns. Laura said, "well now we know how they make it in the different colors," and I was thinking that didn't make sense, but I didn't say anything. And the factory was locked so we were waiting for someone to come unlock it, but then I woke up.
The larger point I want to ramble about for a bit is why flying on planes, and specifically landing planes, has been a major theme in my dreams lately. Of course, in Freud flying signifies sex, but then, a) in Freud everything signifies sex, and b) Freud didn't really account for flying in airplanes, since that was after his time.
I don't think flying in airplanes signifies sex in my dreams. (Sometimes I dream that I can fly under my own power, but that's not the topic of this ramble.) What I'm wondering at the moment is whether it might be at all September 11th-related. My gut says no, but on the other hand, I've always been great at interpreting other people's dreams and terrible at interpreting my own.
I think the salient point is that the dreams are always about the end of the plane trip. I never dream about just sitting on a plane waiting to get somewhere, and I almost never dream about getting onto the plane or taking off. It's always about landing, and frequently making emergency landings, or landing in odd locations, or looking like we're going to crash but then pulling it out at the last moment. I wonder if this means that there's a journey ending, or trying to end, at this stage in my life, and that I'm scared about the ending. This could be a reference to my looking for a new job; the journey that the current job has been for four years -- and it's really the first serious job I've ever had -- coming to an end, or at least I'm trying to end it, and that's scary.
Or, I suppose, it could be about turning 30, but that's still two years away, so come on. I hope I'm not going to have plane-crash-landing dreams for two more years. :-)
There are plenty of other possibilities of course; that's the beauty of dreams. The ones I mentioned above are just the first ones that come to mind, and therefore the ones I find most plausible. I love how abstract and mysterious dreams can be, and then how sometimes you have a dream that really isn't a mystery at all (like the time I dreamt about having sex with David Duchovny). Heh.
I was on a sort of pilgrimage with some people (including Laura) to visit the places where various types of candy were made. We were arriving in Wisconsin to see the candy-corn factory. We were coming in for a landing, although instead of an airport we were landing in a parking garage. One of the other people on the trip said something like, "this must be Wisconsin," and I said, "yeah, you can tell because of the big sign on the airport wall that says 'welcome to Wisconsin.'" Then we went to the factory, and outside it, instead of a lawn there were big mosaics made out of candy corn of many different colors and patterns. Laura said, "well now we know how they make it in the different colors," and I was thinking that didn't make sense, but I didn't say anything. And the factory was locked so we were waiting for someone to come unlock it, but then I woke up.
The larger point I want to ramble about for a bit is why flying on planes, and specifically landing planes, has been a major theme in my dreams lately. Of course, in Freud flying signifies sex, but then, a) in Freud everything signifies sex, and b) Freud didn't really account for flying in airplanes, since that was after his time.
I don't think flying in airplanes signifies sex in my dreams. (Sometimes I dream that I can fly under my own power, but that's not the topic of this ramble.) What I'm wondering at the moment is whether it might be at all September 11th-related. My gut says no, but on the other hand, I've always been great at interpreting other people's dreams and terrible at interpreting my own.
I think the salient point is that the dreams are always about the end of the plane trip. I never dream about just sitting on a plane waiting to get somewhere, and I almost never dream about getting onto the plane or taking off. It's always about landing, and frequently making emergency landings, or landing in odd locations, or looking like we're going to crash but then pulling it out at the last moment. I wonder if this means that there's a journey ending, or trying to end, at this stage in my life, and that I'm scared about the ending. This could be a reference to my looking for a new job; the journey that the current job has been for four years -- and it's really the first serious job I've ever had -- coming to an end, or at least I'm trying to end it, and that's scary.
Or, I suppose, it could be about turning 30, but that's still two years away, so come on. I hope I'm not going to have plane-crash-landing dreams for two more years. :-)
There are plenty of other possibilities of course; that's the beauty of dreams. The ones I mentioned above are just the first ones that come to mind, and therefore the ones I find most plausible. I love how abstract and mysterious dreams can be, and then how sometimes you have a dream that really isn't a mystery at all (like the time I dreamt about having sex with David Duchovny). Heh.
