01/01/98 - Searching for Chocolate

WillaI was at work, on a break, looking for a chocolate something. I already had a chocolate something, but I was looking for something better. I tried all the break rooms, including some that were located in other buildings, but there wasn't anything better in any of the rooms, and every time I would open a door to one of these rooms, everyone inside would be smoking and engaged in serious conversation, and they would all turn to look at me as I opened the door, and glare at me for interrupting them.

Interpretations of Searching for Chocolate:

Because this dream takes place at work, I will suggest that it relates to current issues/feelings rather than something from the past. The symbol of chocolate must be personal in that I do not think it to be an archetype. Chocolate is something you have but it is also something you want more of. Because chocolate is a personal symbol, I can not say what it might mean. We can look at the associations: dark, sweet, satisfying, food, pain relief, etc. When you look for it you seem to disturb people around you. If we could pin point the chocolate symbol then we would see that your search for this at work is not being satisfied and this search seems to bother others.

From: Lavitagus
Date: 1/11/98

Did you consider sex? Chocolate tinkers with the brain's chemical balance in a way very similar to orgasm. (Or that's the story.) Thus the "chocolate is a substitute for sex" bit. Apparently, this is much more true for women than men, for some strange reason.

From: Conrad
Date: 2/3/98

01/01/98 - Dead Rock Stars

        I was playing a cassette tape in a recorder. The cassette, including a song called "Break on Through to the Other Side," was supposed to be INXS, but it didn't sound like them to me. I couldn't figure out who it was. I kept listening, and kept thinking that the singer couldn't be Michael Hutchense, although he sounded familiar, but I couldn't place him. As I listened to the cassette, I seemed to be watching a concert, too, and the singer didn't look like Michael Hutchense, either. It took actually looking at the tape, which kept playing even after I had taken it out and turned off the machine, to realize that I was listening to the Doors and Jim Morrison.

Interpretation of Dead Rock Stars

The interesting thing here is not the content of the dream, but the way you process information. It begins with a mismatch between the way the song sounds and who you believeto be singing it. In order to resolve the problem, you collect visual information, first from an image of the concert, which does not supply you with the correct name,
and then from the tape itself.

From: Conrad
Date: 2/3/98

01/02/98 - Rental Cars

        I'm going on vacation to Florida by myself, and I've told the travel agent to get me a rental car. She waited until the last minute, though, and I have to pay $100 a day for it, or a total of $700 for the week. I can't afford this, and even if I could, it seems exorbitant. I'm trying to figure out what to do. I think maybe I can do without a car, I don't do much driving there anyway, I mostly stay on the beach. But how will I get from the airport to the hotel? I have no idea how much a cab would cost, or even if I could get one to take me there. Then I think that maybe I could just rent a car for the few days I would need one, and not for the whole week. It's getting too complicated, and I think that maybe I shouldn't go at all. I briefly think of driving my own car down there instead of flying, but the time factor is prohibitive. All the time I'm thinking of these things, I'm thinking how angry I am at the travel agent for not taking care of this earlier and getting me a better deal.

01/03/98 - Mostly Fragments

Fragment 1: Someone has given me a basket full of chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil.

Fragment 2: I'm writing a speech for the president of Southwest Airlines to give on television. I'm thinking that I really don't know what I'm doing, but realize that he thinks I do, so as long as I write something, he won't know the difference.

Fragment 3: My friend Mike is showing me his new office. At first, I think it's really small, nearly the size of a closet (I can touch both of the walls if I stretch out my hands), then I see that there are corridors and offices opening off of it on all sides. It's much bigger than I thought at first.

Fragment 4: I'm at a discount store like Marshalls or T. J. Maxx and find, on a clearance table, a machine about the size of a hardback book that lets you put a videotape inside and play it. It costs $61.00. I want to buy it, but I decide that instead of buying it myself, I should tell someone that I want it for Christmas. Then someone from the mail room at work comes into the store and points out that it only plays the first two minutes of a tape, not the whole thing. It's just for preview purposes. I put it back, disappointed.

Fragment 5: I'm in a jewelry store, and I like a guy who works there and would like to see him again. He's signing his name to an order, and I peer over at it to see what his name is. It's Bruno Taylor. I repeat that over and over to myself, so I don't forget. Then I got out in the parking lot and sit in my car, waiting for him, but finally decide that's being dumb, and I leave. As I drive away, two women in a car stop me and tell me that they've driven here from the West Coast because they just wondered what the weather was like, and "here we are."

01/03/98 - More Fragments

Fragment 1: I find some wrapped gifts for my mother and father that I have apparently forgotten to give them. I'm trying to figure out if I should give them to them now or just forget about it and keep them.

Fragment 2: I'm writing messages on the refrigerator with magnetic letters and one falls off and breaks. At first I'm upset, then I realize that I can go buy more magnetic letters and that even though I'll have to buy the whole alphabet, that would be a good thing.

Fragment 3: I've bought a couple of gifts for a male friend and I'm showing them to my mother. One is a tie tack and one is a gold ring, both very ostentatious, custom made, and very expensive. I can tell that my mother thinks that these gifts are too much, and she wants to know if I'm planning on marrying him.

Fragment 4: I'm having my photograph taken with a group of women. I'm in front, wearing black stockings and heels, and my legs look really good. Someone says something about the way I'm posing, that I should have held my legs a different way, but I just laught and say that I know what I'm doing, that I know I look good.

Fragment 5: I'm walking down a narrow gravel path with fences on both sides. The gravel is more like semi-precious stones, though. Jade, maybe. Little chips of translucent jade. Someone is talking, but I can't really hear them because of the noise the gravel makes as I walk down the path. A little child gets away from her parents and runs by me, and I turn and chastise the parents for letting her get lose. I say it's too dangerous to let her run like that, that she could fall off the edge of the path or get run over. Then I think I hear someone behind me and think that they'll think I'm walking too slow and that I should hurry up. So I start to walk faster, and then the person comes right up behind me and passes me, and compliments me on my clothing. I feel silly that I was afraid of him at first, because he's very nice.

01/05/98 - Rattlesnakes & Stun Guns

        Lisa, the woman who I work with, started using a coiled rattlesnake as her personal symbol, and she places it on some sandwiches that she has picked up for a meeting at work. I knew she was on vacation, but had let some other people think she was still at work.

        Then I'm in a hospital with Bob and he has a stun gun. I'm telling him that it needs some kind of trigger mechanism on it so that he can keep shooting with it, but that he has a way to turn it off. I say, "What if you dropped it while it was still going off, it could shoot you." Then we're in the hospital kitchen and one of the cooks mixes up some flour and water and smears it onto a large plate glass window and then throws some sugar on it and heats it with the stun gun and it comes to life.

01/06/98 - HumVee

        I'm driving some kind of a miniature jeep or HumVee. I had picked up a report and delivered it to the office, but when I got there someone had left a note for me that I needed to make forty copies of it on special paper and leave it for them. I was angry and didn't want to do it, especially on my own time, but I was afraid that if I didn't do it, I would get in trouble.

01/07/98 - The Library

        I called the library to see if any of my books were overdue. The Librarian said she couldn't tell, because the computer was down. So I asked how much it would be per day for an overdue book, and she said it would be $2.75 for each book, no matter how many days they were overdue. Or maybe it was $3.75, she couldn't remember. I asked, "No matter how long it's overdue?" and she said yes. I started to hang up, and she said, "I love you," like she really meant, "I appreciate you," and I said, "Yeah, me, too," like "Yeah, right." Then I was at the library and there weren't any books on the shelves. I started walking around to see if I could find out where the books where, assuming that they had moved them somewhere else.

Interpretation of The Library:

This is really cool. See, the librarian is you. You were conceptualizing some kind of internal dialouge between two parts of you. That's why the librarian said she loved you -she really does. When the part you were looking through hung up the phone, it was done. However, the librarian part had something unresolved, so you switched to that
perspective.

So, we can say _something like_ this: some part of you had taken or tied up some kind of resources which another part had previously been in charge of. (I get the feeling that the party of the first part doesn't hold the librarian in very high esteem - which could cause problems. Should do something about that.)

From: Conrad
Date: 2/3/98

01/08/98 - Driving without Sunglasses

        The sun finally comes out and I'm going to lunch with some people, but when I get in the car, I realize that I've forgotten my sunglasses. There's an Indian guy driving the car and I don't want to tell him to go back for them, so I decide that I'll just have to squint.

01/10/98 - Giving away my coats

        I am in the parking lot at K-Mart, between my car and a semi-tractor/trailer. I have all of my winter coats in black trash bags and two or three men are forcing me to take them out of the bags and put them in their truck so that they can steal them from me. When they aren't looking, I take two or three of the coats and lay them on the parking lot on the other side of my car. I know that they'll get oil-stained, but it seems better to have them, even stained, than to let them have them all. I also know that if the men catch me holding the coats back, they will kill me.

Interpretation of Giving Away my Coats

I think that this dream is a battle between the good and bad aspects of yourself. The fact that you have the coats and to some extent willing to give them away shows your desire to help others in need. The fact that you try to hide your coats from the two men shows your desire for personal profit and as for the two men acting to kill you that is probably your fear of persecution for keeping the coats to yourself. Or it could possibly mean that you want to rid yourself of the things which you hide from others. The coats would be your "outer layers", with your true self inside.

From: Robbie
Date: February 28, 1998

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