Dream: Milana's on Mockingbird
Dream 20030322, 7:40 AM:
For some reason, I am upset and frustrated. This whole dream has an “I’m going to break down and cry for no reason” feel to it. I am at the house, and have some sort of argument with Chris. I don’t feel angry, so much as just in a sad blue funk. I go outside, get into my car, and drive away.
I want to go to Milana’s. I drive east on LBJ, and then I realize that I’m not sure where I’m going. After thinking about it for a moment, I remember that Milana lives at 2050 or 2520 Mockingbird. I turn down a street that is really more like where Greenville is, but in the dream it’s Mockingbird. I drive down it a ways, then without any transition, I am walking along an area that seems like a cross between a coffee shop, a mall food court, and a row of buildings. There are people at a coffee bar sitting at long-legged stools, laughing and talking. The bar and the area around it are decorated in very modern charcoal gray and black. There are address numbers on little signs, and I know that somehow Milana’s apartment is tucked in to this area. I finally find the right number, and go inside.
I visit with Milana briefly, then I go into a bedroom, and take off my clothes like I am about to go to bed. I then realize that I’m not supposed to be going to bed now, and I look around and find my pajamas, and put those on. I go out into the living room, and I’m talking to Milana about how upset I am; she says something about how if I let her (another friend?) get started, I’ll cry all night. She suggests that I might as well just plan on staying over. As she is telling me this, I am slumped sideways in an overstuffed chair, feeling pathetic and unmotivated. *end*
That dream reminds me of a Steven Wright joke:
“Did you sleep well?”
“No, I made a few mistakes”
Re: bad day?
I think that I’m doing some therapy in my sleep, but I’m not really consciously aware of what I’m working on. I wake up from dreams like this, and I feel frustrated, depressed, and low… and I’m having trouble putting my finger on any real-life situation that relates. Sometimes I wonder if it’s working backward – my dream life bleeding over into my daily life, rather than the other way around. It definitely puts an odd spin on my morning.
“A few mistakes” certainly applies.
Re: bad day?
That is just about the opposite of how it usually goes. It’s almost like living backwards. I don’t think I’d trade my dreams for anything, they make life interesting. Unfortunately, you can’t predict them. If I knew I were going to have a dream like that, I’d probably take a few Tylenol PM’s. I guess predicting them would rather defeat the purpose. Still, wish you could have skipped that one for your well being.