Monday, October 22, 2007

WTF?

Why do I keep dreaming about elephants?

Last night I dreamed I was massaging a baby elephant.

I remember I was doing effleurage
and petrissage strokes, and the baby elephant's hide, contrary to reality, I'm sure, felt like the softest suede.

Even in my dream-state I realized something was wrong, namely that I was undoubtedly about to be squished into paste by a herd of pissed-off elephants, but I didn't stop!

Oh, well...I guess you just have to enjoy things while they last!

12 comments:

Chuck said...

It could be from reading my recent posts about the University of Alabama. Their mascot is an elephant after all....

Christina said...

Wow, can you do telepathy, too?

'Cause I didn't know that (consciously...)

comatus said...

There's also a telling scene in "Why Mommy is a Democrat" going around just lately. Left me with an uneasy feeling...

Christina said...

Comatus, I just checked out some sample pages on the website...do you mean the pic where the elephant is charging down the path in the park, and the mommy squirrel is sheltering her kids?

I hate propaganda for kids!

Kids are brainwashed enough, nowadays.

Anonymous said...

For some unknown reason this post made me think of an elephant with a runny nose.

Don B.

comatus said...

Propaganda's one thing--that screed is "hate speech."

Like the masseuse I used to date, it just rubbed me the wrong way.

I'm not a Jungian psychologist, but I once impersonated one at a party. When you're trying to scare yourself with your dreams (or pick a winning lottery number), Jung's your guy. So I opened my nearest Jung text (cough.google.cough) and sure enough, he covered elephants.
If only you'd had two other people with you in the dream--preferably your parents--that elephant could have been a microcosm of the relationship of man and nature. Sorry, no massage in this.

All right, what do you do now?

Christina said...

What do I do now?

Easy.. just hope I don't dream about cockroaches, with or without massage.

The last time I dreamed about elephants, I was riding one and playing polo with a volleyball!

I don't worry about dream analysis, because whatever one "expert" declares, I can find three more "experts" to refute it.

I'm just sad I don't have any more flying dreams. Used to have them frequently, from about age six. They felt very real, the sensations were vivid and thrilling. I guess I'm finally a grown-up.

Like the masseuse I used to date, it just rubbed me the wrong way.

I laughed at this...I used to see a bumper sticker on a fellow massage student's car that read:

Massage therapists rub people the right way!

"Masseuse"...I boycott this word!

I'm a Massage Therapist, thank you, nationally certified and state licensed!

I find it amusing, though, when people refer to a male therapist as a "male masseuse"...if you're gonna insult someone, do it right!

Call him a "masseur", for fuck's sake.

comatus said...

Heh. Oddly, that is probably just the 'sake' people have in mind when they use that term. I find it a pejorative dysphemism for what Raymond Chandler called a "henna-haired cutie." So it does mean something: something bad.

There's a chance that you find elephants really cool, and subconsciously interact with that through what you know best, but that's so rational it's hardly any fun at all. Dreams can help to reveal your hidden feelings: I'll bet you don't even try to hide your feelings about elephants. And that compulsion you have about not pissing off a herd of them? I don't think that's weird at all. I'm with you on that.

4chun Cookie said...

that dream sounds better then mine!

I went under the knife to remove a bump and I woke up with 1/2 a boob on the left! Girl, I cried!!

Christina said...

Cookie, you crack me up!

That WOULD be a tragedy, though...

;)

phlegmfatale said...

elephants have extremely thick hide. Has a client been hard to get through to, recently?

Christina said...

Not really, Phlegm.
I wonder if this has anything to do with my twins.
I sometimes dream they're in danger, and I can't do anything to save them.
Crappy, crappy dreams.
What's really interesting is that my twins have dreams about ME being in danger!
Thing 2 told me not to get engaged to a blond man with a scruffy beard, because he was going to kill me on our wedding day.
All I asked was, "Was he hot?"
Made her laugh!
Priorities, priorities.