Vivid dream: Living with Harley
I was living in some sort of communal house, and I got a roommate named Harley. She looked just like Elizabeth Berkley circa Showgirls, but I don't recall her getting naked in the dream. (Can't have everything.) We didn't get along that well because I was too messy and she had a smaller desk than me. She moved her laptop out to my desk and took my spot and I got upset but was too afraid to confront her. Finally we had a good talk and cleared the air. Then we went off together to see a movie.
Later in the dream, I heard that there had been a police shooting of 69 unarmed African-American men outside a movie theater in North Philadelphia. The cops were trying to justify the mass killing. I was appalled. I tried to talk to Harley about it, but she wasn't interested.
We ran into an old flame of mine, who in real life was the object of my unrequited affections from eighth grade until just a couple years ago. In the dream he was an acupuncturist and said he wanted to help me loosen up by putting needles into me. I thought, "Finally, maybe we'll have sex." (I can't believe I still dream about him so often. It's ridiculous to have a crush for more than 20 years. He and I are friendly, and he hates when I talk about this stuff. But I can't help it! I've asked him so many times if he's gay. I simply refuse to believe he's not attracted to me. He assures me he's straight. It's a mystery.)
Harley and I hung out for the rest of day with all my friends. She was kind of dorky, despite being a sexy stripper type, so she was grateful that she had new friends. We were all headed for rehearsal for a dance show. I was trying to find the sheet music for the theme to The Young and the Restless. I wanted to play it on the piano for the show.
Comments
liz,
you should probably cut back on the LSD before bed time.
Posted by: sc | January 22, 2007 01:59 PM
Two points:
1. a dream about work (desks and laptops) and sex(stripper,Harley as in motrcycle, old flame putting "needles" in- the two things Freud said life was about.
2. your desk is bigger because you're smarter.
3. was Showgirls a great movie or what?
Posted by: HS | January 22, 2007 02:04 PM
Dreams are better than movies sometimes. To me they are like books that when I finish make me sad, I want to keep reading them, So when I have vivid dreams I hate to wake up..
What does that say about me? I'm an escapist. Books, movies, dreams, travel.. I gave up the drugs and alcohol, though not without a fight and a rehab or two..*shrug*
Posted by: ttq | January 22, 2007 04:36 PM
Over 20 years is a long time for a crush. (Mine never last for more than about ten - as best as I can remember).
I think some people would pay to have dreams like yours, Liz. But I guess such a thing can't be bought. I mean, even if a drug tends to induce dreams, I guess all drugs affect everyone differently, right?
Posted by: Kent | January 22, 2007 11:29 PM
My brother is just like your Elizabeth Berkley. I mean: he is messy and has a desk that "seems" smaller; he also uses a laptop on my desk. Do you have a sister like Harley?
About the 69, looks like a trailer of the movie in your dream; maybe a western (Harley don't like this kind of movie).
[6´´´´ ....9]
Old flame and needles (CB - samba do grande amor).
I guess Harley is angry, 'cause she is, in fact, a piano player.
Posted by: Júlio. | January 23, 2007 07:25 AM
i have found that effexor increases the vividness of my dreams. they're long, complicated, stirring, though often mundane -- filtered pictures of discussing car dealerships with my dad. at times they're so quotidian than when i wake up, i have trouble distinguishing my dreams from my life. i can't remember which conversations happened only in my head. then other days they're simply bizarre.
i've had a continuing saga of dream where i'm back in school - usually high, which i'm reattending despite my semi-awareness that i have completed collage, which then makes even more shameful that i'm flunking out. i can't handle my class load, can barely make it so school, so i've dropped out of some of classes, though not necessarily officially. i've simply stopped going, even though at least one of my classes i deeply miss, but can't bear to go and show how unprepared i am. this series started last year (after my effexor), but varies temporarily, changing to line up with the school year.
Posted by: july | January 23, 2007 12:49 PM