Although I haven’t kept up very well with my dream diary this year, I still mumble in my sleep (and then ruminate about it) frequently enough that I’m considering retitling this blog “Notes From Oblivion,” “Slumbertalk,” or “Things I Say When I’m Dormant.”
Anyway, two recent excerpts from the Sleepymumble Diaries (transcribed/remembered by my faithful stenographer, Noj, whose name has, of course, been spelled backward for privacy) merited enough special attention that I’ve considered cracking open my Freud, Jung, and Joseph Campbell again:
Me: Eight kinds of chocolate!
Noj: What’s your favorite kind?
Me: Powder puff.
Noj: Oh yeah? What do you like about it?
Me: [gleeful, as though telling the punch line to a joke] Pfffffff!
Me: Look at that zebra. It’s so skinny!
Noj: [who was already asleep] Whaaat? A zebra?
Me: It needs to EAT MORE.
I’m pretty sure there are some deep meanings to be gleaned here. The problem is, my collection of dream psychology books (all four of them!) are currently languishing on my Guilt Pile of Shelved Projects and Best Intentions (closely related to last year’s Home for Neglected Literature):
So instead, I’ll have to create my own myths and interpretations. For poetic inspiration, I’ve collected the best index entries from the books I edit:
ideal woman, production of
Jesus. See Christ
omnificent power, of doer of everything
human plight, in solitude of naked spirit
German, egotism of
fall from grace and
enhancing the seductiveness of artificial flowers
fancy. See also imagination
See also creation
pudding- and pie-making, and the woman writer
So! Preliminary entries for my future textbook on dreaming:
eight kinds of
powder puffs and
sound effects of
self-image problems of
See also Jewish-grandmother-in-training (JGIT)