§ Spaghetti, Communions, Celebrities and Car chases.
This following dream took place about three weeks ago. I no longer know the exact date of occurence.
Part I - An office
My "dream knowledge" tells me that the big building I was in is my call-center office [1]. However, it looked a lot more vast, and the building felt as if it were more than ten storeys high. It reminded me a lot of the interior of UNESCO Fontenoy branch in Paris, where my father used to work.
I was wearing my jeans, t-shirt with red stripes, trainers and black hoodie jacket. I've used up 20 minutes of my break time and I decided to go down to the cafeteria -- in the basement -- to get some more food.
And what a cafeteria I saw! It was a cross among my old grade school cafeteria in Miriam, the Hogwarts Great Hall and the food court of Tiendecitas. In my panorama, I glimpsed Miriam Highschool Students and various people -- as if the company canteen was open to public.
I looked through various dishes of adobo, tinola and nilaga, but the spaghetti -- presented a this whole ball of noodles -- really caught my fancy; but I still didn't buy it. I also overlooked selections of junkfood. I left the canteen and came upon a small chapel...
Part II - The Communion GORE WARNING. Skip if you must.
My favorite hymn was playing, "Here I am, Lord". It was the communion portion of the mass. To participate, it seemed as if you would have to give part of yourself -- literally.
Everyone had their their bodies open -- from the neck, to the abdomen, just like those "internal organs" statues used as study aids in biology class.
The few people queued in front of me to receive the body of Christ held one of their organs in their hands. A small lady in her late 40s was holding her liver. One healthy middle-aged man held his heart. I lowered my hands towards my abdominal area and took my intestines out.
END OF GORE WARNING
Part III - The Celebrity
It would seem then as if the office and the communion were all a dream. I woke up in a room which had a very warm lighting, and all were in shades of soft yellows and oranges.
My mother came in, and told me to fix my room in the usual, strict tone. As we changed the bedsheets, I came across a tabloid. I held it against the lamp, while my mother was fixing my pillows.
My dream knowledge told me that my father was making lunch in the kitchen "downstairs". In my mind's eye, the food he put on the table disappeared, and biscuits were being crushed between two cars.
SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must.
I went into another room, which resembled that of my Mom's when she was still single. I laid down on her bed in some black lacy garments (couldn't remember if they were underwear or just nightwear).
A Singer-Celebrity (let's just call him E.I.) stood at the foot of the bed, working an erection up with his own hands. In my mind, I was thinking that he was trying to prove himself not to be gay.
As he entered me, he immediately lost his virility. I then thought he might be impotent. He disappeared.
END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING
Still lying down in my bed, my dentist aunt came rushing in, with a small group of children weilding white sheets of paper. She told me to fill one out, as she would try to determine if I were depressed. I was skeptic that she might be trying to recruit me into Scientology.
Part IV - The Car Chase
As I looked down on the paper, I signed my signature. When I looked up, I was in a dark room -- much like those murky card-table-under-a-lightbulb scenes you see in 1920 flicks. I could feel myself in a male role. I was within a group of shady men in pretty neat clothing, with a bit of cigarette smoke lingering in the air.
I was told to escort someone to deliver a stash of drugs from someone named "Quincy". My partner then, drove a pure orange Ford Tureno, and we went up to a house in a secluded subdivision. "Quincy" then handed an envelope with Php 590.00 (which I counted).
A silver 1960s Ford Mustang (with thick blue stripes going up the hood to the trunk) suddenly threw a flaming bottle of kerosene through our dashboard and knocked my partner out! He still mumbled a command, and asked me to chase them down.
So far so good, I get to chase them down a dark highway -- but the Mustang drove uphill, and I couldn't follow, since I couldn't shift from the fourth gear downwards -- and the gear numbering was all wrong.
- END -
Interpretation
So far, I haven't found the significance of this dream in my current waking life. However, it is not the first time I've come across one where I was driving. I'm glad to say that I've evolved from being driven, to gradually moving forward then stopping, to actually driving slowly then parking, and now, trying to shift gears; for in reality, I haven't taken my driving lessons yet! Haha!
I do like reading the gossip column from time to time. I haven't heard from E.I. in a while, and I watched a bonus DVD of one of my favorite movies where Quincy Jones was mentioned.
For the record, the "Quincy" in my dream was not a black man.
Part I - An office
My "dream knowledge" tells me that the big building I was in is my call-center office [1]. However, it looked a lot more vast, and the building felt as if it were more than ten storeys high. It reminded me a lot of the interior of UNESCO Fontenoy branch in Paris, where my father used to work.
I was wearing my jeans, t-shirt with red stripes, trainers and black hoodie jacket. I've used up 20 minutes of my break time and I decided to go down to the cafeteria -- in the basement -- to get some more food.
And what a cafeteria I saw! It was a cross among my old grade school cafeteria in Miriam, the Hogwarts Great Hall and the food court of Tiendecitas. In my panorama, I glimpsed Miriam Highschool Students and various people -- as if the company canteen was open to public.
I looked through various dishes of adobo, tinola and nilaga, but the spaghetti -- presented a this whole ball of noodles -- really caught my fancy; but I still didn't buy it. I also overlooked selections of junkfood. I left the canteen and came upon a small chapel...
Part II - The Communion GORE WARNING. Skip if you must.
My favorite hymn was playing, "Here I am, Lord". It was the communion portion of the mass. To participate, it seemed as if you would have to give part of yourself -- literally.
Everyone had their their bodies open -- from the neck, to the abdomen, just like those "internal organs" statues used as study aids in biology class.
The few people queued in front of me to receive the body of Christ held one of their organs in their hands. A small lady in her late 40s was holding her liver. One healthy middle-aged man held his heart. I lowered my hands towards my abdominal area and took my intestines out.
END OF GORE WARNING
Part III - The Celebrity
It would seem then as if the office and the communion were all a dream. I woke up in a room which had a very warm lighting, and all were in shades of soft yellows and oranges.
My mother came in, and told me to fix my room in the usual, strict tone. As we changed the bedsheets, I came across a tabloid. I held it against the lamp, while my mother was fixing my pillows.
My dream knowledge told me that my father was making lunch in the kitchen "downstairs". In my mind's eye, the food he put on the table disappeared, and biscuits were being crushed between two cars.
SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must.
I went into another room, which resembled that of my Mom's when she was still single. I laid down on her bed in some black lacy garments (couldn't remember if they were underwear or just nightwear).
A Singer-Celebrity (let's just call him E.I.) stood at the foot of the bed, working an erection up with his own hands. In my mind, I was thinking that he was trying to prove himself not to be gay.
As he entered me, he immediately lost his virility. I then thought he might be impotent. He disappeared.
END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING
Still lying down in my bed, my dentist aunt came rushing in, with a small group of children weilding white sheets of paper. She told me to fill one out, as she would try to determine if I were depressed. I was skeptic that she might be trying to recruit me into Scientology.
Part IV - The Car Chase
As I looked down on the paper, I signed my signature. When I looked up, I was in a dark room -- much like those murky card-table-under-a-lightbulb scenes you see in 1920 flicks. I could feel myself in a male role. I was within a group of shady men in pretty neat clothing, with a bit of cigarette smoke lingering in the air.
I was told to escort someone to deliver a stash of drugs from someone named "Quincy". My partner then, drove a pure orange Ford Tureno, and we went up to a house in a secluded subdivision. "Quincy" then handed an envelope with Php 590.00 (which I counted).
A silver 1960s Ford Mustang (with thick blue stripes going up the hood to the trunk) suddenly threw a flaming bottle of kerosene through our dashboard and knocked my partner out! He still mumbled a command, and asked me to chase them down.
So far so good, I get to chase them down a dark highway -- but the Mustang drove uphill, and I couldn't follow, since I couldn't shift from the fourth gear downwards -- and the gear numbering was all wrong.
- END -
Interpretation
So far, I haven't found the significance of this dream in my current waking life. However, it is not the first time I've come across one where I was driving. I'm glad to say that I've evolved from being driven, to gradually moving forward then stopping, to actually driving slowly then parking, and now, trying to shift gears; for in reality, I haven't taken my driving lessons yet! Haha!
I do like reading the gossip column from time to time. I haven't heard from E.I. in a while, and I watched a bonus DVD of one of my favorite movies where Quincy Jones was mentioned.
For the record, the "Quincy" in my dream was not a black man.
Labels: car, celebrity, church, crowd, driving, food, gore, male role
† 22:51
1 Dreamer/s:
That was some dream. I guess you would have a headache or must have been very tired after that dream.
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