Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Monday, February 17, 2003

 

Light bulb just went on. I figured out what that awful dream meant the other night. Of course I just got done reading an analysis by Frued...but...well, here goes. This is the dream...
I was in a room with my friends in a palace, just hanging out talking about the little things in life that are around us. Then there's this alarm bell, and somehow I know that all the faculty and administration are going to see Dr. Ikeda...I look out the door, my friends close behind me, and there this large mass of people, mostly faculty, I see one or two distinctly, Dr. Heffron I remember, going to a hallway to see Dr. Ikeda. I hear somewhere that he's very ill and that only these few people can go talk with him. Two of my friends, Js and An, I think, went with me to the front of the hall where a line was forming with all the campus elites (ie, faculty, admin, SSGA, etc.). The person at the front of the line, who was monitoring who was going in, smiled at the three of us and let us sneak into the line, claiming that not everyone was going to come anyway, so it wouldn't matter if just three extra went in. We walk into the room, it's a white operation-like room. On a table in the middle of the room is Dr. Ikeda, but he's just a skeleton, it's rather greusome, he shouldn't be alive. I'm just standing there in horror, staring, and watching as the doctors are handing Dr. Ikeda his gifts, but they've all been scrubbed and cleaned, one in particular is a yellow and blue teddy bear that comes in one door and then comes in another all wet and soapy, looking rather worse for wear.

Okay, so...here's a big guess at what it all could mean. The palace is SUA, where I just spend time with my friends, unconcerened. The alarm was obviously the recent events that have destabalized everything around here. The feeling that my friends and I know nothing and aren't worthy to see Dr. Ikeda is all about the way things are on campus, that I never know what's going on, and I never even tried to find out. The smiling moderator (the student protests) let us in on what was going on. Dr. Ikeda is obviously a representation of his dreams for the success of SUA, which this whole thing has made me fear for, hence the greusome state I see him in. I just stand in horror, not able to do anything, kind of how I feel about this situation. The gifts can either be my own hopes and dreams, that have been scrubbed and cleaned but aren't worth anything now, or other people's hopes etc.

So, okay, things aren't quite that bad around here, maybe my unconscious is trying to tell me that I'm stressing myself out like they are...Anyway...it was so disturbing, that I'm glad I found some rational explination for it, even if it is wrong. Makes it easier to deal with!

All right...psychoanalytic session over...go back about your business people...break it up, break it up...get out of here...go on...get on home...nothing to see here...um....sorry.

GL 10:34 PM