Something's Fishy

Earlier this month, I posted an entry (Only In Dreams) about a dream I had that was extremely vivid and memorable. To add to the analysis of the dream, I'd like to share a new tidbit of information with you. Upon reading that post, Nate (who was in the dream) emailed me and offered that the pig incident in the house was an extension of one of my childhood fears which stemmed from his mother. See, I used to eat and sleep over his house quite regularly as a youth. Dinners there were very Americanesque most of the time...mac and cheese, burgers and dogs, drumsticks and tater tots; things of this nature. One of my least favorite meals as a kid was his mother's sausage subs. I don't know why, exactly, but I always dreaded dinner when I knew that was on the menu. I was usually polite enough to eat whatever was being offered, but these were otherworldly...in a bad way. i still don't know why I had such an aversion to them, and no one else who dined there shared my sentiment. So perhaps the pig offering to his mom in the dream was some sort of apology/retributional gift for all those times I cringed at her sausage subs.

I had another dream two nights ago that stuck with me, but it was much shorter in content that this other one with the pig, etc. I was on a raft with my father and we were fishing on some pond in New Hampshire. We weren't catching anything but little sunfish or perch, until this enormous school of trout appeared in front of us. My dad cast out his line and hauled in like fifty of them at once. he immediately got off of the raft (which was pretty much next to the shore for whatever reason...one of those inherent weird parts of any dream; as if the whole concept of this one isn't weird enough) and stepped on dry ground to gather his catch. Once he was off, the rest of this giant school of fish took control of the raft and suddenly I was being shuttled around by the fish. Terrified and yelling, they pushed me over to the other shore and directly into a thorn bush. I then woke up, and La later informed me that I was whimpering in my sleep and woke up panting.

Analysis:

I. I don't have a fear of water, but I do have a fear of what's in water. I guess this dream sort of highlights that fear.

II. Thorns are terrible things, but why would a school of fish thrust me into such a fate? Scrapes and cuts and all that sort of thing...hey, I'm not the one who caught a chunk of your school for purpose of consumption. Why not toss my pop into the thorns? Not that this is what I would want, it's just a logical question. Dad, no offense.

III. I've addressed the whole issue of meat and how I eat very little anymore, if any. I have been consuming a lot of fish over the last several months. Maybe the fish are trying to tell me to lay off of them, too. Well, I've got news for you, fish. I'm not even close to done with you. In fact, I'm on the verge of expanding my breadth of fish variety and that's what's up. I learned last night that Puerto Rico has some delicious appetizer called the cod fritter, which I plan on sampling in about 3 weeks. Snapper is also on the horizon.

I'm really enjoying the recent dream analyses. This makes two dreams in the past few weeks that I can recount with complete ease and accuracy, after several years of having little to no recollection of any dream at all. I wonder why this is.