Blue_Opossum

Morning of November 8, 1977. Tuesday.



I am not quite sure what my motive was for making the original title to this “Rocks In Your Head” back in the late seventies, but I think it might have related to the level of intelligence of the two main (but unknown) characters as well as implying a fictional in-dream movie title. It is possible that my dream was slightly influenced by “The Zanti Misfits” (from “The Outer Limits” television series) although the ants in my dream do not really resemble the “aliens” from the show and are more cartoon-like. In real life, someone had stolen one of my father’s “inventions” from the carport or rather, a bicycle with a steering wheel instead of handlebars and a few other unique features in design. It turned out to be a younger relative (Roger D) of a neighbor (Larry D) - and he used the expression “rocks in your head” at least a couple of times.

In my dream, my father is some sort of well-known inventor. He remains in the background for the most part, though. Much of my dream is uneventful and focuses on vague ideas of possible improvements of products of the time - including “a better mousetrap”. He is working on this “better mouse trap” at one point, but also other devices; one to do with an electric device, looking somewhat like a tall teapot, that puts a person’s shoes on for him, some sort of “better shoe horn” I take it. (In real life, I did have the “Mouse Trap” game.)

In summary, the house layout is mostly as it is in reality, but somewhat bigger. My father did make a lot of intriguing things in real life, such as various unusual and naturally anthropomorphic cypress knee lamps as well as unique types of bicycles and such, but in my dream, he is more like some sort of lab technician at one point.

The main part of my dream is based on two escaped criminals who want to steal my father’s inventions. They are not threatening - it is more like some sort of documentary I am viewing in real time. Their behavior reminds me vaguely of Abbot and Costello. They end up trying to move a larger device in my father’s music room and thereby set off some sort of burglar alarm which transforms them into red ants with some sort of ray. One ant even has a mustache. They do not even know they are ants until much later. When the leader of the two (the one with the mustache) sees how huge the room is from their perspective, he moans “It’s gonna be a long way” (apparently implying how far it will be to leave the room and escape from our house). This is my dream’s last scene.

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