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A little disturbing dream... Monk is given a number of animals/pets, including a few dogs and some birds. He doesn't really want them. So, he takes them to the bathroom and tosses them into the toilet and flushes.
The three small eskies struggle against being flushed down, and Monk has a change of heart. He takes them out of the toilet and dries them off, developing an affection for them.
This seems so rich in suggested meaning, but no firm interpretive line comes to mind...
(One is reminded of that dream in which Monk douses an eskie puppy with bug spray, coming to sympathize with the puppy too late.)
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[October 25, 2008]
Another example of a dream that I have absolutely no recollection of, and another example of why there may be some value in maintaining a diary, even if you are not a teenage girl. Yet, it still doesn't feel quite like my experience reading of it now. I'm glad that I wrote it down and that I can experience it in some fashion now, but it is not like it has brought back that piece of my life, and there is a sense of loss in that. By contrast, I recall vividly the dream of spraying that fleeing little puppy with bug spray in the back yard, and watching it die as I try to wipe off the poison from its face - the sad dream, the one that is perhaps a little injurious to my soul.
A little disturbing dream... Monk is given a number of animals/pets, including a few dogs and some birds. He doesn't really want them. So, he takes them to the bathroom and tosses them into the toilet and flushes.
The three small eskies struggle against being flushed down, and Monk has a change of heart. He takes them out of the toilet and dries them off, developing an affection for them.
This seems so rich in suggested meaning, but no firm interpretive line comes to mind...
(One is reminded of that dream in which Monk douses an eskie puppy with bug spray, coming to sympathize with the puppy too late.)
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[October 25, 2008]
Another example of a dream that I have absolutely no recollection of, and another example of why there may be some value in maintaining a diary, even if you are not a teenage girl. Yet, it still doesn't feel quite like my experience reading of it now. I'm glad that I wrote it down and that I can experience it in some fashion now, but it is not like it has brought back that piece of my life, and there is a sense of loss in that. By contrast, I recall vividly the dream of spraying that fleeing little puppy with bug spray in the back yard, and watching it die as I try to wipe off the poison from its face - the sad dream, the one that is perhaps a little injurious to my soul.
