Unconsious mutterings

[oothoona]

last night I dreamed I was lacing myself into a corset, brutally pulling tighter and tighter, and becoming impossibly smaller, and virtually unable to move or breathe. I was deliberately shrinking myself, as though to take up as little room as possible

Comments

[madradish]

*hugs* hon.

My nightmares tend to be about goats telescoping out of phones to strange my father and suchlike. I don't tend to have 'normal' dreams either.

It's interesting, I really enjoy that feeling of constriction that a corset gives you (up to a point obviously). In a dream setting, maybe it's suggesting that you are internalising things too much?

[anidan]

Maybe it singifies you are trying to force yourself into something that isn't you? A situation in your life that you don't like but don't know how to get out of so you try to make yourself fit it?

As a corsetier, I see many reasons for people wanting me to make a corset for them. Some of them have very interesting psychological reasons they don't seem to recognise. But knowing you, I don't think you'd actually do this outside a dreamscape. Or at least I hope not!

[azahru]

or experiencing freedom and biggness and fearing it a little or feeling overwhelmed? Things are feeling a little out of control and your dream is overcompensating?

Either way sounds like a perfectly valid nightmare, drop us a line when you figure out what it means :)

hugs n love

[mordwen]

Because sensible is boring and you're anything but that. Because other people imbibe the mass media imagery like mother's milk and you think your own thoughts.

Surely your message to yourself tells you more about what *you* need right now than some random MTV vampire would?

Meanwhile, I dreamt about one cent pieces (!), turning up to Woodford without a ticket and them refusing to let me in, spending ages panicking and arguing with the people on the gate, terrified I wouldn't get in, only to half-wake and remember they had e-tickets this year, fall back asleep and produce my computer and print them a ticket on the spot and say nurney. There was also some weird thing in there about having double-booked myself for the opening night of Woodford and Jack accusing me of betraying the dream...

Go figure.

[gwyon_bach]

Night before last I relived a particularly nasty intra-relationship argument, then did my washing.

brilliant!!!

[bagg_lady]

It's almost like Halo's fear of dress maker's dummies!! usually mine are post-appocoliptic (sorry i never got the spelling gene) jew/nazi dycotomy. Very boring