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Dream: We all scream for zombie pizza!
I dreamt I was walking from the old house to a small park nearby, and on the way I was given food by various people. In front of the neighborhood pizzeria had gathered a crowd, not unlike the crowd that gathers around Ted Drewes every summer. As I passed, one of the workers stopped me and tried to chat me up, while plucking white pineapples from the abundant leafy trees on the (dream) property.
I wanted to apologize, since I wasn't there to buy that day and so I was just wasting her time, but instead I asked if the tree next door was fruiting yet. The problem was that I couldn't remember what type of fruit it was supposed to bear, and the people near me kept coming up with nonsense syllables instead of suggestions. I don't remember anything else of this first dream.
After waking up and using the bathroom, I laid back down and fell into a dream about zombies. It was a big Hollywood-style invasion movie featuring the end of the world, with zombies. Unfortunately I don't remember enough details to make it more interesting than that.
Notes, details and explanations
#1. I had pineapple pizza twice last week. I don't know if this is really relevant, but it was damn tasty.
#2. In the dream, the pizzeria had a green lot with fruit trees. (Including fruit that doesn't grow from trees...) In reality, that lot is all paved. However, in the yard next door, as in the dream, there was a peach tree. I walked past the pizzeria and peach tree on my way to and from work daily; when I moved, I discovered peach trees a block over that I'd be walking past every day on my way to and from work. Like Pavlov's mokie, I am now conditioned to associate walks with the desperate longing for fresh peaches.
#3. I've known a number of people who worked at that pizzeria. While I don't know (or maybe can't recall) who the employee was, I recognized that they were on the spot to sell and I was concerned about getting them in trouble because I wasn't a customer that day.
#4. In the old neighborhood, I lived near two parks. One was mostly grass and trees, lined with trails for running and dotted with pavilions for picnics. Because it involved crossing a major street and its playground was a sprawling multi-sectional thing with obstructed views aplenty, we only went with an adult. When older kids were allowed to take us to the park, or we were allowed to go together, it meant we were going to the smaller park. That one was a glorified softball field with an attached playground, sitting at the end of a block with a warehouse and train tracks. It sounds creepy but the little streets around it were homey and nice, the route and destination sat on side streets with only light traffic, and the playground was small enough to keep everyone in sight--even if it was a distracted teen doing the supervising.
I dream of the larger park often, but it's always a green retreat, or a woods-in-the-city. When I think of the smaller park, it's in the context of childhood, nostalgia and the playground. Here it wasn't just a dream of the park, but of the walk to the park. There was something of a "coming home" feel to it.
#5. I'm not sure why everyone was trying to feed me. For all my occasional snark, I do miss the old neighborhood, so perhaps it's something about nurturing--that "coming home" note again. Or maybe I just went to bed hungry.
#6. As for the second dream of the evening, take another look at those Ted Drewes images. Tell me that doesn't look like a zombie horde to you.
Questions, interpretations and ideas are welcome!
I dreamt I was walking from the old house to a small park nearby, and on the way I was given food by various people. In front of the neighborhood pizzeria had gathered a crowd, not unlike the crowd that gathers around Ted Drewes every summer. As I passed, one of the workers stopped me and tried to chat me up, while plucking white pineapples from the abundant leafy trees on the (dream) property.
I wanted to apologize, since I wasn't there to buy that day and so I was just wasting her time, but instead I asked if the tree next door was fruiting yet. The problem was that I couldn't remember what type of fruit it was supposed to bear, and the people near me kept coming up with nonsense syllables instead of suggestions. I don't remember anything else of this first dream.
After waking up and using the bathroom, I laid back down and fell into a dream about zombies. It was a big Hollywood-style invasion movie featuring the end of the world, with zombies. Unfortunately I don't remember enough details to make it more interesting than that.
Notes, details and explanations
#1. I had pineapple pizza twice last week. I don't know if this is really relevant, but it was damn tasty.
#2. In the dream, the pizzeria had a green lot with fruit trees. (Including fruit that doesn't grow from trees...) In reality, that lot is all paved. However, in the yard next door, as in the dream, there was a peach tree. I walked past the pizzeria and peach tree on my way to and from work daily; when I moved, I discovered peach trees a block over that I'd be walking past every day on my way to and from work. Like Pavlov's mokie, I am now conditioned to associate walks with the desperate longing for fresh peaches.
#3. I've known a number of people who worked at that pizzeria. While I don't know (or maybe can't recall) who the employee was, I recognized that they were on the spot to sell and I was concerned about getting them in trouble because I wasn't a customer that day.
#4. In the old neighborhood, I lived near two parks. One was mostly grass and trees, lined with trails for running and dotted with pavilions for picnics. Because it involved crossing a major street and its playground was a sprawling multi-sectional thing with obstructed views aplenty, we only went with an adult. When older kids were allowed to take us to the park, or we were allowed to go together, it meant we were going to the smaller park. That one was a glorified softball field with an attached playground, sitting at the end of a block with a warehouse and train tracks. It sounds creepy but the little streets around it were homey and nice, the route and destination sat on side streets with only light traffic, and the playground was small enough to keep everyone in sight--even if it was a distracted teen doing the supervising.
I dream of the larger park often, but it's always a green retreat, or a woods-in-the-city. When I think of the smaller park, it's in the context of childhood, nostalgia and the playground. Here it wasn't just a dream of the park, but of the walk to the park. There was something of a "coming home" feel to it.
#5. I'm not sure why everyone was trying to feed me. For all my occasional snark, I do miss the old neighborhood, so perhaps it's something about nurturing--that "coming home" note again. Or maybe I just went to bed hungry.
#6. As for the second dream of the evening, take another look at those Ted Drewes images. Tell me that doesn't look like a zombie horde to you.
Questions, interpretations and ideas are welcome!
