Dream a Little Dream

MC EscherI haven't been sleeping so well this week. Let's face it, it's rare that I do sleep well, but lately it's been good. I do use one of my lavender-filled Sourdough eye masks (shameless self promotion) and that really helps, but this week has still been tough.

I never used to be able to remember my dreams, but since I've been out of the corporate world my dreams are not only vivid and colorful, but I can remember them all too accurately.

The other night I dreamt that I was getting ready for work. I was already wearing an amazing DVF wrap dress and was just putting the finishing touches on my look, when I took I final gaze in the mirror. It was then that I realized that one of my eyeballs was missing. My left eyeball to be exact. I looked in the glass and thought "oh silly, where did I leave my eyeball?", went back to my dresser and there it was, resting right near my jewelry box. It looked totally normal, just waiting there for me to remember it. So, I picked it up and popped it back into place. It didn't have an optic nerve or anything, so this wasn't hard to do. In fact, the back of my eye socket was shaped like a simple cup to hold it in place. So, off I went, two eyes in place and wearing a great dress.

Naturally, this was so odd and disturbing that I woke up totally freaked out. I thought I had been body snatched and left as a Stepford Wife. I went to the bathroom and in the dim light I peered in the glass and blinked a few times just to make sure both of my eyeballs were in my head. I had my doubts.

Then, I went back to bed, and had an amazing dream about Ed Westwick as Chuck Bass and I was Blair Waldorf. This is totally absurd, of course, and while I find him attractive, he's not my type of dreamy. But one never knows. I've only had a few dreams where I've actually kissed someone, and one of the lucky fellows I've dreamt of in this circumstance was Lapo Elkann. It was one hot kiss.

Ed Westwick as Chuck BassLapo ElkannDreams are funny things, they may tell you something you don't already know, but the moment you start looking for explanations you run into reasoning that's a bit off-putting. For instance, dreaming of having one eye can mean really good luck is coming my way, or that I'm only seeing things from one perspective and this myopia (he he) is going to come back to haunt me. Kissing the stylish and sexually-ambiguous Fiat heir  in an unconscious state isn't exactly in any dream book, but if it were, it would probably mean I want all the things I cannot have in this world, especially unavailable men. Best to steer clear of that. Dreaming of Chuck Bass' striped purple shirts probably means something goofy too, like I love patterns way too much, or that I wish I had more money for cool clothes. But that's just basic jealousy, no?

Taken together (Chuck Bass & Lapo Elkann) it now occurs to me that I may just have a thing for dandified bad boys who have WAY better wardrobes than I do. Hmmm. Or maybe it means I want to be a jet setting gazillionaire with expensive taste. Again, jealousy.

Lapo Elkann from Vanity Fair's "Fortune's Children" 2009When I woke from that dream (the Chuck Bass one), I remembered how Blair recently dreamt she was in All About Eve, and she was Margot Channing and Vanessa was Eve. I thought it was funny that I was putting myself into Gossip Girl the way she was putting herself into a Bette Davis movie. Clever, clever Blair. Maybe I'm jealous of Blair too?

Alas, it appears I'm jealous of everyone when I'm not really awake. What would Freud say?

Comments

[Randall]

Very entertaining! I will not even pretend to psychoanalyze these dreams, but I think your assumptions are on the right track. The eye dream is right out of Gombrowicz or Kafka. Absolutely brilliant! I don't know Mr Elkann but I have a friend who worked directly for his grandfather until Mr Agnelli's passing a few years ago. While I admire the legend of his family from afar, Lapo Elkann is, to me, a tragic, tragic creature. Because of that opinion (which is open to improvement should I ever make Mr Elkann's acquaintance), If he were to appear in any dream of mine it would alarm me in the same way one might feel when a tarot reader lays out the tower and grim reaper card for you. From what I can tell, you're much better off than him, even though your Galliano and Vuitton spangled closet, like mine, is one one hundredth of his.

[baby carriers]

Haha...happens with me all the time. Only thing I wonder is why you mention Sigmund Freud on your perceptio. Frankly speaking I think the guy runs on schizophrenia himself !