Psychobabble
Last night I dreamed that I escaped from prison.
It seems that I had been in prison my whole life,and it suddenly occured to me that I could just walk downstairs,and exit the back door...So I did.
I was greeted by my best friend,whom I haven't seen in over 20 years.He brought me a woman that he said would be my wife.
Almost immediately,I was captured and taken back to prison.
They asked me why I escaped,since I only had 4 days left on my sentence,and now they would have to add 20 years for escaping.
..ain't this a bitch.
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Man, I hate when I have that dream.
Geez, Sling. Maybe you should start staying up all night when there are full moons so you won't have such dreams.:)
cool hand sling.
sometimes nothing is a real cool hand.
i blame the soon to be wife!
Dude, you were so set up....I'd take a second dream look at the friend and the woman.
never trust the back door that was "so obvious! why didn't you try it before?"
On the plus side, this had to be one of those few days where it felt good to wake up.
Have you been sabotaging your life before bedtime again Sling?
(a.k.a. eating pork rinds with salsa)
lorraine- Don't you find that the worst thing about dreaming of being incarcerated,is the little Badgers that sneak into your cell,and steal your toast?
Serena- No doubt,the full moon sucks the most macabre illusions from our psyche.I'm thinkin'..gravity.
rube-I've bluffed my way through more than a few hands with nothing...Cool!
citymouse- ..that would be my first inclination as well. ;)
Rosie- Wow..I've only ever been busted because someone else was too weak too hold their sand...Good call.
monica- ...where were you when I needed you? :P
JP- Dude!..This is a recurring dream,(in various forms),and it is always good to wake up and realize that it was just a dream...
Hat- I'm not sure if it was something I ate,(..a bit of undigested beef,perhaps),or my own nocturnal take on the tenuous nature of freedom.
..now I'm hungry for chips and salsa.
Shit. I hardly ever get dreams and you get this big network drama that's almost guaranteed an Emmy. How the hell do you do it?
Oh, man. You had to bring up the toast stealing badgers. Now I'm just pissed.
Well, at least your new wife wasn't the cell mate you had for the previous twenty years. He just wasn't right for you. This dream has me thinking along the lines of "we are always creating our own prisons, not realizing we are always free to walk through the doors at any time."
Yeah, I'm DEEP like that. It's just the way I roll, Sling. Grand canyon of friggin' deepness. Cause ya know, metaphors and dreams, that shit runs like still water dude, it's like...whoa! No what I mean? :)
Please tell me you at least got a conjugal visit.
If not, have you considered the whole lucid dreaming deal? Don't you scoff -- I too was a skeptic, but I got rid of a lifelong nightmare dude that way. I'll have to blog about that some time...
That sounds like a bummer. Sorry to hear of your trials.
Oh man...O-ville was on the news today and I was thinking of you and yours... Here's wishing you better dreams AND improved realities.
Beware of greeks bearing gifts... er was your mate greek??
i dreamed i was going to marry some guy who had been in prison for 20 years....what'd are the chances...
snort..giggle..snort*
Had you been watching O Brother Where Art Thou?
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