Blue_Opossum

Morning of January 23, 2015. Friday.



Near the beginning of my dream, I notice that a television show is on which my wife Zsuzsanna watches with me. It is about a miniature man about four inches high living in the kitchen of an elderly lady who acts a bit crazy at times. A raccoon wanders about in the kitchen though the lady and her visiting friends refer to it as their pet rat. It keeps the miniature man from leaving the area while he hides in a paper sack on the floor, though he does get out a few times. It is a bit like “The Incredible Shrinking Man” from 1957 combined with aspects of “The Borrowers” from 1997.

Another woman, possibly the daughter of the elderly lady, is now in our “real” environment. Meanwhile, the older lady dances around on our couch, simulating a Chuck Berry act. We then seem to be on the set of the television show. The unknown woman has several children around the same age, but there is one toddler. A girl standing on a chair near the kitchen sink is bumped into by the toddler and she starts screaming about her hand. I see that her index finger is bent back and is apparently broken. Though she needs immediate medical attention, the mother completely ignores her. I decide that she should go to the hospital but I am uncertain about transportation or where the telephone is.

The scene shifts. Apparently the girl has died in the hospital from her broken right index finger. I am at the hospital, seated at a small table on my own, eating a bowl of small roasted chicken legs (in the hospital’s larger restaurant), which is somehow what remains of the girl. I eat one and a half of them (the taste being “realistic”; that is, it tastes like mildly spicy roasted chicken legs) before very vaguely mentally questioning the reality of the scene, though I do not become lucid. It seems that hospitals do this (cook and serve up people who had died) as part of their normal routine. However, after a time, I feel a bit strange in that perhaps saving the bones can help her somehow as there may be medical information engraved on her bones on how to restore her. There is also a sense that she is alive elsewhere but I am wrong.

Three unfamiliar men question me about the nature of the girl’s mother and what I may have been witness to, two on one side across from me, one closer to me near what resembles a bakery display in a grocery store where you remove what you want with tongs. We are in a different restaurant but still in the same hospital. (An older man is ready to be processed and cooked by a nurse to serve a visiting group of tourists and I get the impression of “pheasant under glass”.) The girl’s death is almost like an implied international conspiracy though the main male asking questions appears somewhat confused as well as very condescending. He says that there was more to it than a broken finger (possibly food poisoning or perhaps additional broken bones).

He starts talking about seeds and I have a false memory about her eating mostly only seeds from fruits and vegetables (some of which have concentrated toxins) and think this may have caused stomach problems. I mention this and the man starts acting condescendingly remarks that he had been talking about grass seed (which could have lodged in her appendix) and poison sumac and such in an outdoor environment. This leads to some sort of abstract illogical contemplation that fruits and vegetables only grow indoors. After a time, I start to call the man crazy and begin to get quite annoyed over his various theories and how it relates to the time zone, banking systems, investment portfolios, and foreign stocks. He also keeps mispronouncing words. The other two males do not say much. They may be Russian and not that familiar with English.

He mentions something about “anacondo” (which seems like a foreign organization for a short time akin to NATO) and I correct him, saying “anaconda” (though “anacondo” seems the male form of “anaconda” which is implied as female as with “amigo” and “amiga”) and I falsely “recall” that the woman had a pet anaconda that ate some of her neighbors. There is eventually an association with the family’s surname being “Langdon” but I am not familiar with it. I falsely “remember” that a female classmate had possibly married a Langdon and they all live on the third or fourth floor of an apartment building in different smaller apartments (even though the previous scenes were seemingly in a larger residence on the first floor) where I am then viewing from the street with Zsuzsanna as my dream loses cohesion.

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Watching a television in a dream can relate to either a dream within a dream or emerging (unintegrated) threads of consciousness of which the evidence here shows that more threads emerge and we become part of the scene. A raccoon is a rare symbol for me but likely means tiredness (due to the dark circles around a raccoon’s eyes. A hospital can be considered as a type of dream sign in some cases because of it being a place with beds. Eating may relate to actual subtle hunger during a dream (just as a need to use the bathroom is sometimes a real need when a dream renders it, though not in every case).