I tend to have very boring dreams--case in point, one a couple of weeks ago where I was manually deleting songs from my iPod. (I was going through a Mason Jennings playlist and was deleting the songs that I thought were duplicates, realizing too late that I was getting rid of the originals--a weird, boring sort of anxiety dream, the cause of which I still haven't quite figured out.)
Anyway, last night I had another boring dream, but one that was bizarre enough to comment on: I dreamt that I was strawberry ice cream. Not that I was eating strawberry ice cream, or buying it -- that I WAS strawberry ice cream. Or, to be more specific, I was about to be turned into strawberry ice cream. See, I was in a castle on an island far, far way from land, and there were two ways to get back to shore: swim through the frigid, shark-infested waters, or temporarliy turn into a batch of strawberry ice cream, which could be transported by a pre-existing pneumatic tube under the water (in a manner similar to BART, or NYC subways) and pop back up on the other side. I opted for the ice cream, then had a panicked dream moment wondering what, exactly, it would feel like to be strawberry ice cream, and then be reconstituted as myself.
I wish I could tell you. Instead my dream suffered from a jump cut and I found myself not becoming a vat of ice cream, but instead being plunged into the cold dark waters, left alone to swim to safety.
What does it mean? (And, side note, how weird would it be if in order to take public transportation under water, you were required to become an inanimate object?)
This reminds me of the time when I was teaching Latin and dreamt I was a passive verb.
This is the blog for Salt Magazine.