What’s it mean, again, when you dream of being pinned down beneath a freight train, trying to burn it up with thermite packed around the wheels you are attempting to ignite with a wallet, but you can’t get the wallet lit, just the corners of the money sticking out, and Saddam Hussein and sons have surrounded you in Jeeps in which they are standing, shooting?
It’s about sex.
no, no, no, brian… it’s about a car-jacking gone bad in the desert.
that or your blankets are too heavy…
Too much television news. Or scary movies. (And sex.) What’s a thermite? A wood-eating bug with a lisp because he’s got a sliver in his tongue?
burning hemp leaves?
*taps spectacles*
the root of this dream lies in a sense of overwhelming frustration and anxiety over separation from your inner power to heal, understand, comprehend, smooth a situation, or effectively solve a conflict. the person is not whole and feels disconnected from self after a series of disappointing and frustrating events in daily life, culminating in a trapped feeling of absolute powerlessness, thrust into a somewhat comical situation as if mocking one’s own reaction to such monumental aggravation.
Did you figure that out from the dream or from reading my blog?
termite: eats wood
thermite: burns metal
hermite: destroys social contacts
vegemite: bad for my appetite
So tell me about your mother…
I still say it’s about sex.
Isn’t that what Bran said?
Upon reflection, I believe the message of this dream is clear: Lay off the pastrami before bedtime.