Wayfarer's Tavern

I don't remember most of my dreams.

 

^ me too. Sometimes I'll wake up during my dream, but still be semi-asleep, and then be able to craft the ending of my dream.

 

I've been known to have very mundane dreams. Like once I remember having a dream where all that happened was me buttering toast. My explanation is that I wanted toast that night, but we were out of bread.

 

Okay, I was just in the hall at my rez, and I spelled pot.

 

^ meheeheheh

I spell pot P-O-T, how do you spell it?

I know what you meant, its okay Rei, you wont die from it, I promise

^^
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Jon.

I guess that's college life, Rei.

I don't have to go w/my family to this dinner thing because of my hacking cough. Yay.

 

Very funny. Anyway, it still smells bad.

 

I just thought of something: What if France decided to invade the U.S.? Just hear me out, m'kay?

Let's say a future president's all war-mongering and this ticks the French off enough to invade. Do you see them occupying the U.S. or liberating the U.S.?

Please don't ask me why I'm saying this. I'm under the influence of Sam Adams beer!

 

hey guys. I'm back--what's the haps?

 

*tries to ignore the drunk and sits down on the Tavern couch very quietly*

 

A drunk is among us?

 

Relax, mate. I'm good. I'm not gonna suddenly vomit all over ya and start attacking your pockets for your gold.

I just love thinking up of these hypothetical never-gonna-happen scenarios.



Beer? *Raises Sam Adams beer*

 

Yes please!

 

Yes, gigi. Link has had one too many.

 

*Gives Gigi beer*

 

I had a weird dream where I was in a library and found a couple of really cool books on ancient history in a secluded wing.

I was on my way to check the books out when one of the librarians walked up to me. She accused me of having some overdue books that she demanded payment for. She asked for a ridiculously high price for them though, amounting to something like $400.

As you can imagine I adamantly fought her on the issue and insisted among other things that I owed no such books and that the price she asked for was ludicrous. She rested her case and made a pompous exit, leaving me fuming mad.

As I checked my books out I brought up the issue to the librarians at the front desk. They seemed shocked when I told them about it. They asked me to show them where I met her, when I described the section to them they admitted that no such section existed and the woman I described had been dead for years.

Apparently, I had been talking to a ghost!



Using psychological analysis I think I can sufficiently deconstruct the dream. The fact that the dream was in a library doesnt surprise me at all, I am an unapologetic bibliophile and routinely go to the library.

The "librarian" in this dream is nothing more than a tormentor, history is littered with examples of women as tormentors. These are almost always male-made mysogynistic fantasies, and if Freud was correct, a sub-conscious manifestation of a sexual nuerosis (presumably on my part the frustration came from a lack of sex, or inability to copulate with a suitable replacement for my earliest form of intimacy, my mother-or even more specifically, her breasts. Interestingly the librarian was rather attractive.)

As Joseph Campbell would say dreams are private myths and myths are public dreams. Mythology, especially the Greek kind, has splendid examples of women as tormentors (Herakles and Hera, Perseus and Medusa, Phineas and the Harpies). Western culture ouside of Greec contributes with stories of Eve tempting Adam, witches (who, although they may be of either sex, or almost always thought of as female and almost always in a negative manner), hags, crones, and even the wicked step-mothers of folk tales.

I am curious to see how Jung would treat my interpretation of my own dream, but I have a fairly good idea how Freud would contribute. I am absolutely convinced that it has something to do with sex.


edit: hi guys!

Ill take a beer Link buddy^^

 

I think the librarian symbolized your sister as tormentor.

 

Woo!! *runs off with beer*

I don't have to wait 7 years!

 

^ Sip it, Gigi. I think you'll find it's actually Ginger Ale.

 

*sips*

NOOOOOO!!!

 

IT IS SAM ADAM'S BEER! HOW DARE YOU MOCK ITS ANCIENT TRADITION!!!!!! >:C

Um...Wha? I...didn't say a thing. :3

 

lol, good one

actually, there may be some truth in that

the other day I overheard her talking crap about me, gawd I hate her

 

I think I would prefer something stronger. Raspberry vodka and 7-Up mixed together I heard is divine. One of my mom's friends loves that mixture.

 

Sam Adam's is just glorified ginger ale. Alcohol-free...that's the ancient tradition.

 

Aww, it's too bad you guys don't get along. Although I want to kill my brother on a regular basis, so I can't really talk.