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Dream: The Ski Lift

I am standing in a line to get on a ski lift. The line is long, crowded and pushy. I have a lot of bags. One full of school books, plus in my fist are a bunch of coins. I clench the coins in my hand so hard it hurts. I finally get to the front of the line and try to get on the lift, but it is going too fast. I can't seem to race out there and get in place to be picked up by a chair in time. The chairs are very small. I finally get the attention of the guy standing there and ask "Do you work here?" He is snotty and resentful and has not been talking to anyone. He certainly hasn't been doing his job, which is to let everybody know what is going on and what to do next. When he finally talks to me he is rude. I am holding up the line trying to hear what he has to say, people are pushing at me from the side as I face him. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it becomes apparent that the line I am in goes to this other lift over there, and I am to stand in line some more. I get in the other line, it is even bigger and longer. Finally I get to the front. It looks like myself and another lady are going to get the chair which seats three, but then another lady with even more bags than I have jumps out there ahead of us, from the side, and takes an edge seat. We join her in the chair, me with my bags and fist full of coins.

Blip. I don't remember getting to the top, but suddenly I am on the chair lift headed back down. The two seats next to me are empty. I missed it. The top, the unloading, the view. I was off in my head somewhere. I see the bottom end lift station coming into view. I still have the coins in my fist. I empty them into the front pocket of my purse, shaking out my hand. I think hard about my options. I could stay on the chair and go to the top again. I could ride right around the end of the lift and still go skiing. Except, I now realize, I don't have any skis. I didn't bring them. I have school books but no skis. So I decide to get off the lift and study.

I am walking across the parking lot and find a brown leather purse and the front cover of a book. The book cover is somehow meaningful. I saw the purse earlier. A black lady was carrying it and wearing gray tights and looking fast. I spot a group of black people sitting at a picnic table and ask them if they know the lady who owns the purse. I also have a paper bag that I think I found with the purse. I look inside it and it contains some food and a strip of six condoms. They ask some question about the purse and I make some joke of an answer and flash the condoms at them. Then I feel guilty about sharing the fast black lady's secrets with a bunch of strangers.

I waken.


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May. 26th, 2008 02:43 pm (UTC)
Wow. You could analyze this one for hours. Any thoughts yet?
May. 26th, 2008 04:27 pm (UTC)
I have no idea what it all means. I'm just glad that I'm remembering my dreams again. My life lately certainly has been all about the feeling of "hurry up and wait" and also of being unprepared and forgetful, and missing the big event. I hope to be more present and at least catch the view at the top.
May. 26th, 2008 04:12 pm (UTC)
Well, you certainly do have a lot of elements in this dream. Fritz Perls said that each part of a dream means something to us. You might want to pick an item in this dream as a starter and say, "what does this mean to me?" For example -- the ski lift. You ask, "What is a ski lift to me?" Is it an entertaining thing (skiing), something to get you to the top? (the lift), something that takes you out of the ordinary(?). You answer that and then you look at what happened. Lots of people pushing for the same thing, and you fighting to get ot the top -- only to miss the actual sensation of having achieved anything. This is a guess on my part. What would you say?

May. 26th, 2008 07:11 pm (UTC)
The lift is....recreation, freedom, play etc and the bags are school, studies, medicine. This dream was not especially charged, it was a fairly light braindump about my current situation of being a student and not taking any time to play. I am taking the summer to play---and listen deeply to my dreams. Hopefully I'll get messages from my subconscious when I have more time to process them. If certain symbols come up again, I'll return to old dreams and see what those can tell me. I'm going to see about taking a course at http://www.processwork.org/, too.
May. 27th, 2008 01:38 am (UTC)
Good for you.

BTW, "black" people in "white" people's dreams are often an unrecognized side to us. But then again, it's your dream. Ask yourself what she is and what her purse is, etc.
May. 27th, 2008 04:30 am (UTC)
Yes ma'am.
May. 27th, 2008 01:47 pm (UTC)
:D Sorry -- was #3 in Askme.com Dream interpreter group years and years ago. Guess I'm still operating in that mode.
May. 27th, 2008 05:31 pm (UTC)
No worries. I could tell you had switched into an instructive mode and I fell into my subversive slave girl mode. =-] So your job was to help people interpret their dreams, I'm guessing? What does #3 mean?
May. 27th, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC)
They ranked us on popularity -- how many people responded, etc. Made it up to #3 (out of who knows how many) and then gave it up to go shlepping around Europe.

Slave girl??
May. 27th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
slave girl
My black side, ma'am. So you're good at facilitating dream interpretation. That's good to know. When I get a really juicy dream I hope you'll still be around. I recently started sleeping alone again, and I remember my dreams better when there's no one to snuggle. Mixed blessings.
May. 29th, 2008 02:58 pm (UTC)
Re: slave girl
Oh, i'll be here. It's amazing to see how the mind can put things together in minutes that have all sorts of meanings to them. Gives me a lot more respect for the subconscious.
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