pasithea

Something interesting to note:

I was dreaming more for a while but then I got busy doing other things and slacked off on making conscious effort to dream when I was powering down for sleep mode, so I've lapsed mostly into another period of blackness.

However, I did have a dream the night before last. It was so cute! It was an anxiety dream. I had some piece that was supposed to go in the trellis I built at work that I needed to install to really make the thing solid and I'd gone to work and it was all rickety and my co-workers thought I was childish and mentally ill for having built something so dreadful. I kept fiddling with the piece, unable to figure out how it was supposed to go into the structure, becoming more ashamed and embarrassed.

Then some other part of my brain recognized that I was dreaming and started analyzing the dream and was all like, "Aaaaw! You're having an anxiety dream! That's SO cute and so normal! This is hilarious! Poor widdle subconscious! Are you really that insecure!"

My meta-dreamer then pointed out to the dreamer that the piece wasn't even the same style as the structure and clashed artistically in a bad way and clearly wasn't part of something I'd design. Then meta-dreamer went over to the structure and shook it aggressively, proving that it was rock solid and re-assured the dreamer that conscious me is quite competent.

Then, a meta-meta-dreamer awoke, marveling at how cool it was that I had a meta-dreamer which was addressing the insecurities of the subconscious. It found this situation somehow even more hilarious than the meta-dreamer had found the initial situation.

I woke up snickering.

Now I'm wondering if this type of dream is an example of why I typically don't dream. My subconscious goes to all the trouble of setting up a scenario that's supposed to make me worry and what do I do? Laugh at it! And if that's not enough, I then laugh about laughing at it and now I'm laughing about laughing about laughing at it. Heh. :)

Perhaps my subconscious mind just gets performance anxiety about dealing with my conscious mind because she's such a cruel audience.

However, interest in my dreams is actually taking a back seat to day for the interests in the dreams of Carl Jung. Apparently his red book is being published. I confess I'm curious to see what's inside, though I have a funny feeling that it will be pretty similar to my own mindscape.

Anyhow. Here's an article on it to get you interested:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/magazine/20jung-t.html?_r=1&pagewanted=2