I used to have constant dreams of flying. They were amazing - I'd usually be in the school playground (this was years after I'd left school), and I'd practice over and over, getting more and more elevation each time. Eventually, with a feeling of utmost exhilaration, I'd just take off.
Now they were good dreams.
A couple of years later I found myself having recurring dreams of a less pleasant nature. These found me dreaming that I was drowning. I guess you could call them nightmares. I'd be drowning, and I'd know that if I didn't wake myself up (I had the strange knowledge in the dream that I was dreaming) I'd die.
Lately I've been dreaming about lollies. I'll find myself in various situations but the common denominator is that there will be a whole heap of lollies on offer. I might be in a supermarket; I might be at the movies. But wherever it is that I find myself there are always a whole heap of Perspex containers full of different types of candy. There will be yummy chocolate covered aniseed rings. There will be sugarcoated jubes. There will be rum 'n' raisin chocolate bars. The options are usually limitless. The problem is that I spend so much time in my dreams greedily trying to grab as many different lollies as I can that I always, without fail, wake up before I get to eat any of them. I often find myself waking in the middle of the night after such a dream and rushing to the pantry looking for something, anything, sugary. Usually I'll end up grabbing cooking chocolate because I don't normally keep any lollies in stock. This is very strange for me because I'm not a big eater of sweets and I'm ambivalent about chocolate at the best of times.
So, Freud, what the hell is going on?
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Eh, I'm too busy trying to figure out my own. The last three nights in dreamland have been utterly exhausting.
Lollies are probably sexual :)
Heh, I doubt it - that would indicate that I have a whole heap of options!
Don't first year uni girls love an older man..?
Keep in mind that there are loads of options but you're not getting to taste any.
Well, they might like older men in the general sense, but they don't like the older man in this specific case. Which is really okay by me because I don't need the distraction.
As for the other thing - it isn't an option if you don't get to taste.
And eighteen year olds are just so interesting too! Oh how you miss out.
This is getting to be lolly porn.
Now I know how it must have been for all those people having their actions and thoughts analyzed by Freud - there seems to be no escape from sex. :)
The alternative possibility is that I'm an undiagnosed diabetic, and my body is craving sugar.
Why be prosaic when you can be Freudian?
i was going to suggest that your body might be craving sugar or you're eating at irregular intervals and so your body is just on a weird crave curve because it hasn't adjusted to a change in eating habits.
the sex thing works too though... lacking in it and therefore craving a plethora of options with rather vague notions of this and that, general physical-deprivation-of-some-sort-ness ;)
it's a bad idea to put these questions out there when someone in your audience has both been through a borderline diabetic phase AND has a degree in psychology (with a minor specific to freudian psychoanalysis... :P oh wait, AND sex perpetually on the brain, which has nothing to do with freud who i actually really don't like because i hate when people project their own issues onto the world at large...)
all new-boyfriend and no sleep make livi a dull commenter.
I would have thought that an all-new boyfriend would make Livi a rather happy commenter. Just don't psychoanalyze him to early on in the piece - if he is anything like me he probably likes his subconscious buried where he can't find it.
there is no psychoanalyzing going on with the new boyfriend. it's an oddly healthy happy state. there is a lot of "that which is there which does not need to actually be said".
this could be good.
but the blogging debate rages on, as although he is an "i hate reading blogs" guy, all his friends are supabig local bloggy types. blargh!
Surely a clever girl like you can change the names in such a way as to capture the sentiment whilst protecting the innocent?
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