The One With Ally’s Weird Dream

b & w movie still - with sallie
{ Image Source: The Silent Films Still Archive – Up the Road with Sallie (1918)}

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First, I’ll tell you about the dream: 

driving in my white coupe down road in flat farm country where I grew up – get behind slow-moving gray van – pass on the left but van pushes me off the road into corn field – drive safely through field and get back on road in front of van – once in front of van my car turns into my blue bike from when I was a girl – ride bike to lowest level of parking garage at a mall near where I live now – lock bike on bike rack – rearrange all of my stuff into bags so that it is comfortable for me to carry – Abby Sciuto [of NCIS] looks on as I do this – then off we go together to shop upstairs in the mall

Then, I’ll explain the weird part: 

In the dream I lock my bike using my girlhood yellow bike lock.  When I first look at the lock I’m dismayed because I don’t know the combination, but then I think about it– and remember the lock combination.  For real. In my dream. The actual lock combination for a lock that I haven’t used in decades. 

Finally, I’ll hypothesize about what this dream might mean: 

  • I’ve flipped for sure this time.
  • My subconscious is telling me that I’ve unlocked something [important?] from my past.
  • I need to stop watching NCIS before I go to sleep.
  • My subconscious is telling me that I’m all organized now, so it is time for me to move on.
  • On the roadways of life, small & determined  [my coupe] trumps large & in the way [the van].
  • My subconscious is telling me that it’s time for me to start exercising more.
  • I’m way cooler in my dreams than I am in real life.

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Ally Bean

Observant. Humorous. Adaptable. Happy enough. Midwestern by chance. Kindhearted by choice. Usually.

14 thoughts on “The One With Ally’s Weird Dream”

  1. Oh! Oh! Can I play?

    First we have to start with Freud because he’s always the most weird (and therefore the most fun). Which means the dream is about sex. Always. So the dream is expressing a latent desire to return to your childhood and the girl version of the Oedipus story. The van is your mother, of course, trying to prevent you from taking her man. I’m going to have trouble fitting Abby into this analysis unless maybe she’s representing your latent homosexual desires. Isn’t Freud fun?

    Jung, on the other hand, is going to have the different people in the dream represent different parts of yourself. I still like the return to childhood part but the person in the van is you, perhaps trying to force you to stay in your adult role. Logical Abby is possibly the part of you that seeks to balance the child part and the adult part.

    Gestalt will take the most time and is fun in its own special way. All the parts of the dream are you. You are you, the coupe is you, the van is you, the road is you, the bike is you, the bags are you, the cornfield, Abby, the mall, everything. You need to go through the dream, step by step and be each thing you notice. How does the coupe feel? Only you can be the road and know how the road feels, I can’t tell you. Be the van, how does the van feel as the coupe tries to pass it? How does the cornfield feel when you swerve into it?

    Or you could have watched NCIS before you went to sleep. Isn’t dream analysis fun?

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    1. Zazzy, you’ve done a fabulous job of explaining it all. I’ve learned so much here I almost don’t know where to start! I’m going to say NO to Freud… PERHAPS to Jung… HUH? to Gestalt… and YEP to your last idea. Thanks for the session, doc.

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      1. By the way, I’m not actually a big believer in the whole latent content thing with regard to dreams. I think that for the most part, the meaning of most dreams is pretty obvious to the dreamer and the rest are made up of things from our day. Still, I get a kick out of old school dream analysis. Sure you just aren’t in denial?

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  2. I hardly ever remember my dreams in that much detail. I’m impressed. And I think you are very cool, although I don’t know you in “real life.”

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    1. Margaret, it is unusual for me to remember such detail in a dream. That’s why I’m paying attention to it now. I’m sure it must mean something, but whether or not that something is profound I cannot say.

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