Wind, Rain, Bird-Saving and other Angst
Friday, March 2, 2007 at 02:42PM My drive to work today was rather hectic. It was raining very hard, but on top of the that the wind was really strong. I have one of those small compact cars, so the wind was just bitch-slapping me all over the road most of the way. And, because I am a complete neurotic mess, each time I swore that this was the time I would get flipped over and die. It was that sense of extreme anxiety that reminded me of the dream I had last night. It vividly came swarming back to me as I battled the rain and wind just trying to stave off death a little while longer.
In this dream, I was visiting an Amazon tribe in the jungle and the entire time they were eating these vegetables that looked like a cross between corn tamales and giant sting beans. Anyway, I could tell it was obviously the staple food for them and yet I could not find an actual plant or tree or anything growing the strange food. Naturally, this perplexed me to the point of sever anxiety, as I am sure it would anyone.Then, out of the blue, all the tribe started hooting and whooping and dancing and wha-hooing, then they stormed into the water. This scared the shit out of me, of course, but I followed them into the water anyway. I could see just past the reef were rows and rows of plants growing these huge pod things, like an underwater farm. Then I saw the tribe people picking up giant shells and whacking the plants open, collecting the giant tamale corn beans inside. Only, once in a while, one of them would start swimming like mad to the shore. I asked this one dude what was going on (because you can talk underwater in your dreams). He starts explaining to me about the harvest ritual going on and just as he is telling me about what an honor it is to be one of the “bird-savers”, he whacks one of those pods and damn if two tiny chicks don’t pop out! Just blinking, looking all dazed and too adorable, even underwater and all.
He grabs one bird and hands me the other one. His legs turn into one big fin and he starts swimming like a dolphin to shore. Suddenly, I realize I have the honor of being a bird-saver! I gotta swim! I gotta get the chick to the shore before it drowns!! Holy shit! Double holy shit!! And, of course, I can’t swim like a dolphin because my stupid legs remain these inferior human limbs. And that damned seaweed is wrapping around my legs trying to pull me back! And the waves won’t friggin let up, just slapping at me, slapping at me, bitch-slapping my lame body all over the place. I’ll never make it!!!! I’m gonna die!!!! The chick’s gonna die!!!! I WILL FAIL!!!!
That’s all I remember. I don’t often dream or remember my dreams. It is certainly the neurotic spaz in me that retains the ones with intense anxiety in the face of complete disaster and overwhelming odds.
And just for the record, when it comes to dreams, I take my mother’s grounded view:
“It was probably something I ate.”
So, if anyone even so much as suggests that I should figure out the esoteric reason for having this wacko dream or what the pods represent or the helpless chick might amount to… I will have to bitch slap them into next week. So, there you have it.
Reader Comments (10)
An interesting woman MUST have interesting dreams.........I am sure that is the reason...that or REALLY spicy food!