Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Dream a Third Dream

Miss Zoe enjoys a dream about carrots.

This sharing-my-dreams thing has been kind of fun.

I've gotten some good attempts at interpretation from Dr. Kavindra! Thanks, Kavindra!

Also, it's possible that a lot of people may now think that a) I'm crazy, or b) I do drugs before bedtime. Let me assure you...well, never mind.

So, today's dream is not about a toe. It's not about a cat.

It's about something a little more unexpected.

It's about-- Waylon Jennings.

Now, I don't know a whole lot of Waylon Jennings. At the time I had the dream, at about age 12, I knew even less. Now I could at least tell you that he hung out with Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson and that sort of crowd. With access to the Blisschick's Israel called the Internet, I can even look up his website and view such classic songs as: "Are you Sure Hank Done It This Way," or "Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit's Done Got Out Of Hand?"

But, at the time, I had no references. That's why I thought it was strange. The only thing I can think of, looking back on it now, was that perhaps I'd caught an errant episode of "The Dukes of Hazard," which my dad liked to watch. I just found out that he sang the theme song for that. Maybe-- just maybe-- there's some connection there.

So, here's the dream: I'm little-- probably 5 or 6 (I was really cute then!!) and I'm at my grandparents house, which was often the case, riding my tricycle in circles in their giant, cement floored basement. I was having a blast, just riding and riding in circles.

Suddenly, there was a record player. I dismounted the trike, and I walked over to look. On the player spun a record by Waylon Jennings. I started yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WAYLON JENNINGS!!!" Then I ran up the stairs to tell my grandparents that it was Waylon Jennings' birthday. Should we send him a card?

When I got upstairs, my mom was there instead, so I told her. And she said to me: "No, honey, we're NOT sending Waylon a card," as if this must be something I wanted to do all the time, and frankly, it was getting on her nerves.

Instead then, I grabbed a molasses cookie out of Grandma's big, red, metal cookie can (that actually I think at one time contained saltine crackers) and went back downstairs.

That's when I woke up.

What could it mean?

Zoe and I have no insights. So all you interpreters out there, give me your best shot!!

Oh, and have sweet dreams!


Linnea said...

I love dream interpretation. Usually, my first question is, "what does (person, object, etc.) mean to you?" because most people/objects in dreams represent some aspect of ourselves. But since you already answered that, here goes:

Waylon Jennings (apart from having a gorgeous voice whether speaking or singing, IMO -- and I'm not a country music fan) was a rock and roller at heart who felt confined by under Nashville's controlling ways. They wanted to pick his material. He objected. It took him a long time to win the fight to write his own songs, but he won it.

Even if you didn't know this about him, perhaps he represents a part of you that was fighting to emerge, possibly to the objections of others? He lived by his own lights. So, from where I sit, do you. Maybe he was a kindred and you just didn't know it.

Kavindra said...

Dr Kavindra has studied this case carefully, and taken under serious consideration the young Linnea's analysis. Dr Kavindra now knows how Dr Freud felt when the brilliant Jung came along with his new theories! But, since Dr Kavindra is not a misogynistic cocaine addict, (tho strangely, she does talk about herself in the third person) she is going to be more gracious towards the young upstart Linnea than Freud would have been, and admit the brilliance of her work here.

Dr Kavindra does want to point out to the board, her esteemed colleagues, and the analysand herself, Marcy, that she notices the exuberance of the young dream Marcy, and the tendency to be celebratory - how kind to want to send Waylon a card! - and to find pleasure in such simple things as riding in the basement, and molasses cookies.

On a side note, Dr Kavindra's alter ego, Lisa, would like to note that Waylon was married to Jessie Colter - who may have been a very nice person, except that she inflicted the world with that song "I'm not Lisa." Lisa hated that song, even before EVERYONE began to feel the need to sing it to her everywhere she went. She (Lisa, not Dr Kavindra) is still bitter.

Side note

Linnea said...

The Young Linnea bows at the feet of Dr. Kavindra because no one has called her the "Young" Linnea in who-knows-when.

(Sorry about the "I'm Not Lisa" song. My BFF is also named Lisa. I shall be righteously indignant on behalf of both of you.)

Marcy Hall said...

zoe thanks you both for these wonderful analyses!! very insightful! :)

zoe would also like to point out that she is not lisa. ha ha ha!