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averygoodun42I had one of those dreams where the metaphors were crammed in so tightly, I recognized them for what they were even as I continued to sleep.
I am not going to share the bulk of this dream, but there was one scene which was particularly amusing (and or interesting).
Geoff (in the occasional guise of George Weasley) was in a therapy session, which I had unwittingly and accidentally interrupted to my embarrassment. As they finished up, I prowled around the office/desk (for that's pretty much all there was of the office, was a desk in the middle of the wilderness) and the printer caught my eye. There were three wavy, colored bands on it, the top one red, middle was pink and the bottom one was green. I looked closer and there were words.
The top one said, in white letters, "MEAN - $89."
I bent as close as I could, the psychologist being in the way, and read the bottom one, "SUGAR COATED - $389."
I do believe I giggled.
The session finished up, and Geoff and I were about to go, when the psychologist stopped us, saying he still needed to give Geoff his star chart. And out of the printer came a picture of an octopus, with faces at the tip of each tentacle.
Now, anthropomorphizing something is putting human characteristics in where they don't belong. What would it be called to put a cat's characteristics where they don't belong? 'Cause each of those faces - hell, even the octopus itself - had a definite feline look to it. It was very creepy. Even in the dream.
And then, in the odd way dreams worked, we left the psychologist's office only to find we were actually inside the octopus, which was really a spaceship driven by this odd family. So we worked our way through all the spiderwebs to the cave exit, and the family, or psychologist, called after us the crucial advice we needed.
Mine was, "Turn the page."
I am not going to share the bulk of this dream, but there was one scene which was particularly amusing (and or interesting).
Geoff (in the occasional guise of George Weasley) was in a therapy session, which I had unwittingly and accidentally interrupted to my embarrassment. As they finished up, I prowled around the office/desk (for that's pretty much all there was of the office, was a desk in the middle of the wilderness) and the printer caught my eye. There were three wavy, colored bands on it, the top one red, middle was pink and the bottom one was green. I looked closer and there were words.
The top one said, in white letters, "MEAN - $89."
I bent as close as I could, the psychologist being in the way, and read the bottom one, "SUGAR COATED - $389."
I do believe I giggled.
The session finished up, and Geoff and I were about to go, when the psychologist stopped us, saying he still needed to give Geoff his star chart. And out of the printer came a picture of an octopus, with faces at the tip of each tentacle.
Now, anthropomorphizing something is putting human characteristics in where they don't belong. What would it be called to put a cat's characteristics where they don't belong? 'Cause each of those faces - hell, even the octopus itself - had a definite feline look to it. It was very creepy. Even in the dream.
And then, in the odd way dreams worked, we left the psychologist's office only to find we were actually inside the octopus, which was really a spaceship driven by this odd family. So we worked our way through all the spiderwebs to the cave exit, and the family, or psychologist, called after us the crucial advice we needed.
Mine was, "Turn the page."
