Dreams: By Tag: Anger

Sunday, January 27, 2008: Trip to the country

Matt, his older brother and I drove in a white car to a rural town. After parking the car, we parted ways.

I met a girl. She seemed to know me, or at least, she was interested in me, and friendly. She had long wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, a light coffee complexion, full lips; her blouse and jeans fit her curvy figure. As we walked, she put her arm around me, hugged me, and kissed me. She brought me to her workplace, a home goods store, and introduced me to her coworkers. I jokingly put a square of plastic turf on my head before we departed; it was her day off.

We walked to a county fair. We looked around, and ate some food. A small swarm of beetles, joined by a long strand of material, flew at me and wrapped itself from my arm. It felt very irritating. She said that they were called bracelet beetles. I carefully peeled these bracelet beetles from my arm and tossed them away.

We drove back in her black sports car to the parking lot where Matt and his brother were waiting. His brother backed the car dangerously close to the edge of a cliff. I swore at him. He got mad. Matt calmed us down. We drove home.

Friday, July 13, 2007: Elderly Encouragement, Queue

I am working in my cubicle, only instead of my cubicle at work, I am sitting in the pantry from my childhood home. Two co-workers escort an elderly woman to my cubicle. They do not introduce her. She puts out her left hand and I shake it. She says, “Keep up the good work.”

In another dream, I am standing in a queue, waiting to buy tickets. There is a very tall man standing behind me. When I get up to the ticket seller, the tall man leans over me and purchases a ticket ahead of me. I elbow him in the ribs, and he says, “Is somebody there?” This makes me angry, and I try to trip him as he leaves, but he steps over my extended foot.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006: Kramer Annoyed

Kramer, from the television show Seinfeld, seemed annoyed with me. As I wandered around his apartment, observing the cornucopia of his bizarre acquisitions and inventions, another man entered the apartment, and annoyed him more. I took this as an opportunity to make amends, and made a positive comment about the blueprint hanging on the wall. Kramer’s attitude towards me immediately lightened. He said that he wanted to be an architect. The blueprint resembled a layout of my childhood home.

More Seinfeld dreams!

I had a repetitive data entry dream, where I was entering numerous elements of a dream taxonomy into my laptop.

When I engage in repetitive activities while awake, I often dream about them. This past week, I have been backfilling the database behind this site with past dreams, as well as tagging them appropriately.

During the night, as I started to wake up, I realized that I was waking up, and dreamed that my memories of my prior dreams were swallowed up in a black balloon, floating away from me into darkness as I flailed blindly after its tether.

Again, I am having difficulty with dream recall. I think I am trying too hard.

Friday, August 06, 2004: Fence, Carousel, Email

The fence on the side of my house was finished, as it is in real life, only instead of the fence-posts being embedded directly into the ground, they were embedded in concrete road barriers. As I was inspecting it, a rubbish removal truck pulled into my neighbor’s driveway, adjacent to my fence, and pushed the fence up against the house. This made me feel angry.

In my mind and in real life, I do wish to keep a boundary between myself and the neighbor who continues to push against my boundaries.

Next, I had a dream that I was exploring the basement of my house. The basement stairs were different. They were wider and almost completely obstructed by debris. The stairs led to a corridor that was dimly lit by bulbs that hung overhead. The walls were painted yellow. Immediately on the right, at the bottom of the stairs, was a small room, with a sink and toilet. I continued down the corridor and turned left, pushing through thick cobwebs. I came upon a large room full of junk. There were dirty windows on the other side of the room. I could also see a corridor exiting the room opposite the way I entered. In the room was a carousel, with all of the horses removed. One wooden horse stood off to one side. As I stood upon the round platform, it began to spin. I stepped off the platform and thought, “This must somehow connect into the rest of my basement.”

In the last dream I remember, my boss called me and asked me if I had finished any of the work he had sent me to do by email. “No,” I said, “because I am on vacation.”

Actually, I was on vacation. I did receive some emails from my boss, but, since I was on vacation and the emails were not urgent, I put them off until next week.