Dream Journal: Why broccoli?

[hrj]

Ok, this one was just plain surreal without any clear "meaningful" motifs.

So I was going out for a belated birthday dinner with three friends: scotica, klwilliams, and a third person whose identity didn't stick in my memory. We were going off to an as-yet-undetermined restaurant in San Francisco, but when we got there we discovered that there was some sort of big GLBT parade going on (although not the regular Pride Parade) and settled in on a sidewalk to wait for it and watch it. Unfortunately, this enormous panel truck decided to park right in front of the spot we'd picked, blocking our view. I briefly toyed with crawling underneath the truck to watch from there (which had an excellent view) but concluded that it would be a major safety hazard (if the truck started up again) and abandoned the idea in favor of a short nap.

Suddenly everyone else was waking me up and saying we were heading to the restaurant, but by the time I'd gotten to my feet, they'd disappeared into the crowd. I wandered hither and thither for a while trying to spot them, then fell asleep again on my feet (literally). When I woke up, I was sitting in the car we'd arrived in, with a pile of cell phones in my lap, and the car sitting in the middle of a one-way street facing the wrong direction. As I was frantically trying to turn the car around, one of the cell phones went off but by the time I'd finished the turn and pulled over to park, it had stopped ringing.

Naturally assuming that this was one of the dinner party calling to ask where I was (or to tell me where they were), I looked at the phones. My own iPhone had no record of a call. One of the phones belonged to someone else in the dinner party, but the physical interface was so arcane I couldn't figure out how to try to retrieve messages. Another phone turned out to be a birthday present and hadn't been programmed or activated yet. The last phone looked promising, but it was in the physical form of a stalk of broccoli and I was having a hard time finding the right buttons to push under the florets.

After that I found myself part of some SCA after-event clean-up party. The story starts breaking up at that point although I recall that the cleaning party turned out to consist entirely of Laurels, so we ended up discussing candidates while cleaning.

The unusual thing about the dream is that I was able to remember this many details long enough to write them down.

Comments

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

The last phone looked promising, but it was in the physical form of a stalk of broccoli

Interesting design idea, but I don't think they would catch on. :)

[ermine-rat.livejournal.com]

Just looking over this was interesting to me. In my untrained opinion, it all about revealing what you see in your world and what it really means to you.

[hrj.livejournal.com]

So maybe you could enlighten me ... what does a broccoli-phone really mean to me???

[ermine-rat.livejournal.com]

The broccoli-phone symbolized the way you feel about the seemingly ridiculous and random nature of the tasks that you are made to feel responsible for. Some things are made needlessly complex, while the actual issues are simple.

The cleanup party also shows how you feel the same way about cleanup and peerage meetings.... a necessary chore.

[hrj.livejournal.com]

Actually I think it's most interesting that I am so fanatically safety-conscious in my dreams. Refusing to answer cell phones while driving. Contemplating the consequences of a truck starting up while I'm lying under it. I suspect this is a deep view into my psyche.

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

If I go in to SF with you for your birthday dinner, I promise I won't abandon you.

[hrj.livejournal.com]

I suspect that the specific personnel were an echo of the Wicked outing.

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

Even so.

[hyperparasitoid.livejournal.com]

The more dreams you write down, the more details you'll remember. Eventually you'll remember so many details you won't have time to write them all down.