In my past, I've analysed dreams for people. Frued made a career out of it, but in my opinion interpreting dreams is just common sense, even if your dreams include images like drinking tea from a goat or wearing a red suit in a bath full of pulped bananas. I've always believed the weird stuff in dreams is just the subconscious's way of masking reality.
Over the years, I've had many dreams. some I could remember, others that disappeared like the last twinklings of daylight at dusk.
This morning I had a very odd dream. Had I been a teenager it probably would have turned into a wet dream with mucho nocturnal emmisions. As a 43 year old it became something altogether different.
It was packed with imagery that I could ground in reality. I was at the pub with my usual two buddies. Although the location was not one of our usual haunts. We sat at a table that was occupied by three women and I remembered thinking to myself that there were three of them and three of us. As with dreams, much of the superfluous stuff is often brushed over because the next thing I remember is that we're all talking to each other and getting along like a house on fire, even my two mates are getting in on the act.
All the time I'm fiddling with my wedding ring. My first instinct is - take it off, stick it in your pocket! So I did, but the ring was still there on my finger. I took that off as well and discovered I had two rings in my pocket.
But instead of pondering the significance of this image, we were in the living room of the three girls. I was on my own with 'Laura'. My mates were either off with the other two girls or had gone home - their story wasn't part of this dream any more. Me and Laura hit it off like a house on fire, but my memory of the dream was that we just sat and talked.
Then it was the next day and I found myself in the street where Laura lived, standing in front of her rickety front door. I hesitated and pushed the door open and one of her room mates - not one of the other girls from the pub - was standing there. "You must be ****?" I nodded and she said, "Laura's up in her room, go on up." So I did.
Laura was lying in her bed. We begin to kiss, but I stop her and say, "You do realise I'm 43 and married?"
"I knew that last night. I don't care. Come here!"
And then I woke up... :-)
It's funny how the simplest things can inflate your ego. At least in my dreams I still have the ability to pull a good looking young woman. I shall walk with my head held high today!
