Several friends have reported odd dreams recently. Last night I had MINE. (Another one of my hyper-detailed, hyper-realistic sagas.) I was in a sort of home-stay on an eight day concert trip. I say sort of because the home, a huge, rambling 19th century farmhouse full of B-grade antiques, was technically functioning as a B&B, run by an unpleasant, officious woman named Sondra (which seemed an unusual name for a European woman in her 70s). My guess was that Sondra had no lodgers, and had offered her guest rooms to the concert presenter at a reduced rate. I have NO idea what the repertoire was for the concert(s), which seemed odd both in and out of the dream. For the first four days of my stay, Sondra and I were alone in the place, and the spacious room in which I was staying had six windows, three beds, and an ugly copper and brass chandelier. After a dress rehearsal, I returned to find that a dozen additional B&B guests had arrived; German tourists in the area for an important soccer match. I went up to my room to discover that three of these guests had settled into my room, and completely ignored my polite attempts to figure out why they were there, where my belongings were, and what had become of our hostess, who was nowhere to be found. My German was awkward, but perfectly comprehensible, but they still acted as if I werent even there. I spent the next hour or so trying to find Sondra, so when I did finally track her down, after several exasperating interactions with rude, tipsy German soccer fans, I was rather upset. Sondra seemed perfectly content with relocating me to a couch in an entry hall/foyer, with the houses main staircase right behind it. My waking self would have simply called the concert organizers, and asked if there were any other available option for lodging. It was clear that with all these rowdy, drunken soccer fans coming and going, I was not going to get any sleep. In the dream, however, I let loose on Sondra with a very detailed list of demands, including a 50% reduction on any payment to her from the concert organizers for any nights I spent on a sofa, AND a payment to me equal to half of her nightly rate for those same nights. I also had specific demands about the thermostat and the bedding, Nothing about this was an anxiety dream, so I have to wonder if this was, in actuality a FANTASY dream! If people truly live out their fantasies in their dreams (flying, living in castles, bathing in waterfalls), it appears that *my* fantasy is to be assertive and demanding enough to use angry threats to get as much as possible for myself out of a bad situation, rather than simply to doormat my way into the least disruptive (for everyone else, that is) compromise. Oh, and apparently to have more eight day concert trips, rather than three or four. $$ ;-) Curiously, however, I seem to be content with my admittedly inadequate German, as my questions to the soccer fans were worded exactly as I would have attempted to frame them in real life. Hmmm...
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 20:32:59 +0000
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