{"id":1749,"date":"2013-11-07T00:31:08","date_gmt":"2013-11-06T23:31:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1749"},"modified":"2013-11-07T00:33:31","modified_gmt":"2013-11-06T23:33:31","slug":"the-impossible-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=1749","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/33083406@N02\/3741920267\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" style=\"margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border: 0px none;\" title=\"546 Dark Forest\" alt=\"546 Dark Forest\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3498\/3741920267_278ca72ef7_m.jpg?resize=240%2C203\" width=\"240\" height=\"203\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"5\" \/><\/a>Scenario<\/b><\/p>\n<p>I spend Monday evening eating pizza and engaging in a delightful chat session \u2013 read: gossiping \u2013 with colleagues. I drink four dark beers and eat a meat-laden pizza that sends shivers down my GP\u2019s spine. As usual, work is our most discussed and debated theme. By the time I get home it must be deeply implanted into my unconscious for later perusal on my mental YouTube.<\/p>\n<p>And, what\u2019s a man to do at 11:32 pm on a Monday night when he\u2019s brushed his teeth, jammied up, and is drowsy with four dark beers and a pizza running around his digestive tract? Yes, he watches The Walking Dead.<\/p>\n<p>Analysis: Ingredients taken separately = benign. Ingredients aggregated = disaster.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><b>The Dream<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s be honest \u2013 <em>your<\/em> dreams are fascinating, other people\u2019s dreams are like looking through 1,293 pictures of their baby in a photo album. <i>Yes, the hat is <b>so<\/b> fucking cute. Kill me<\/i>. So reading about someone else\u2019s dreams must be akin to a blow-by-blow account of their work day or a detailed description of how they brush their teeth.<\/p>\n<p>With that in mind, I\u2019ll keep this brief and to the facts.<\/p>\n<p>In the dream, I am finding myself in various unusual locales: on top of giant buildings, at a planetarium, in a TJ Maxx, and in a botanical garden. The only thing these places have in common is that they are crawling with zombies. My companions \u2013 none of whom I recognize \u2013 are being eaten and attacked and I am soon alone.<\/p>\n<p>Naturally, that situation found me at a prep school teaching math. A vague array of pictures follow, including checkered uniforms, pizza, and Britney Spears. Everything culminates when I shout at a student and kick her out of class (not Britney). This, of course, is filmed by another student on her video camera and spread around YouTube until I was called into the dean\u2019s office and fired. The dean is played by that buff bald dude on True Blood. The one who got killed by that old guy. Anyway, I wake up in a cold sweat.<\/p>\n<p><b>Analysis (all analyses compliments of dreammoods.com)<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>Zombies: <\/b>A dream about being attacked by a zombie suggests that you are feeling overwhelmed and under tremendous strain in waking life. I have stress, like anyone else. I guess my question is: how fucking stressful is your waking life that your dream world involves getting eaten by zombies?<\/p>\n<p><b>Planetarium and TJ Maxx: <\/b>Nothing specific on these places \u2013 and they call themselves dream interpreters!? Buildings, however, represent the self and body. So, evidently, zombies spent the evening chasing me through my own body.<\/p>\n<p><b>Garden<\/b>: A flower garden represents tranquility, comfort, and domestic bliss. But there are zombies in my blissful garden. Zombies are now ruining my body and self and fucking up my domestic bliss? Jerks. Side note: <i>Zombies in the Garden<\/i> is the new name of my hypothetical banjo metal band.<\/p>\n<p><b>Getting Fired: \u201c<\/b>Dreaming about losing your job means instability in your waking life.\u201d Well, no shit. In the dream, getting fired was more terrifying than the prospect of getting eaten by the undead. I think I need to chill out.<\/p>\n<p><b>Overall Analysis:\u00a0<\/b>I had heartburn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Scenario I spend Monday evening eating pizza and engaging in a delightful chat session \u2013 read: gossiping \u2013 with colleagues. I drink four dark beers and eat a meat-laden pizza that sends shivers down my GP\u2019s spine. As usual, work is our most discussed and debated theme. 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