Bad acting, dreams, and cookies

After the little performance of last night, you may suspect this blog will deal more with that which irritates me most about Justin.tv

However, TheRealJTVgossip blog is for that. I have more important things to dwell on, like finally starting to feel better. Feeling better is, of course, relative. I still don't feel as well as I did before all this happened, and my pain is a little more acute then when I was on 12 mg of morphine, but thats no surprise. I'm still on 900 mg of neurontin 3x a day, but I have reduced my vicodin use to about half. I still can't walk, I can still barely stand, but I've been able to sleep at night, which leads me to my real subject tonight.

I'm going to discuss hobby #532 of mine: dream interpretation. I know that sounds far too close to nonsensical absurdity for the Norah you know and love (or hate), but actually I find it quite interesting from a biological and psychological perspective. There are some spooky things that have happened in the dreams of people I know personally... like how Jacob dreamt we were on a bus in San Francisco 2 months before we even discussed visiting here (let alone moving here). Mostly though, I find looking up aspects of dreams soothing; it helps me figure out how to work through things that are bothering me.

Last night, I had a dream that probably didn't require all the effort of looking stuff up.

I dreamt Jacob and I were in prison. I was the only one who could escape, my clothes were covered in dirt and t I couldn't seem to run fast enough to get away. Every time I tried to hop a fence, I would fall off and get shooed away by the owner of the house. I couldn't find a place to hide, and I eventually got caught. Just like the Great Escape fan I am, I kept trying to escape over and over again, so I could save myself and break Jacob out. I found myself at one point lost in the prison, my only refuge a crevice in the wall of the yellow prison pantry. All the food in the room was in cans, I was starving, but I couldn't eat. I was visible to kitchen workers but they did not notice me.

All of a sudden, the dream changed to being trapped in a house with an insane guy who thought I was his wife. Again, the theme was escape. I kept trying to leave him and get back to Jacob, but this time I was in a wheelchair. I finally managed to get out to go visit a friend, but instead she and I waited outside the house for him to leave, at which point we packed all of my stuff and stole his car (a white Mercedes smallish SUV thing, which I dont believe exists (if I'm wrong about that, and it does exist, I will be sufficiently freaked out)). This was about where I re-realized this was a dream; I would never steal a Mercedes SUV. Pft.

In both cases, I never got away... or at least I stopped forming the dream at that point. The pantry looked like my apartment, and not being able to open cans probably equated to not being able to reach various food items in the upper cabinets (really irritating).

Here were some interesting, noteworthy results of my dream dictionary search:

escape: To dream that you escape from jail or some place of confinement, signifies your need to escape from a restrictive situation or attitude. (like, say, a wheelchair?)

dirt: To dream that your clothes are soiled with dirt signifies of a contagious disease that you have been stricken with. (The only contagious aspect of my disease is adding a burden to Jacobs life, but it was close!)

falling off a fence: To dream that you fall from a fence denotes that you are in way over your head in regards to some project which you are incapable of dealing with. (not really bogged down with projects lately, but this is probably referring to medical nonsense that needs to be dealt with more aggressively.)

white: (as in the Mercedes I thieved in dream #2) Purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a new outlook on life. (This might not mean anything, since white paint and a mercedes SUV go together like cookies and... me!)