Over the last few nights, I've had a series of really messed up dreams. I couldn't really give you a good sense of a narrative story from any of the three nights, because they seemed to skip around in time and place, but, what I have noticed is that the common element of the dreams seems to be wish fulfillment. In each of them, I'm getting something I want, but in a really bizarre and distored way. For example, in one, I found a whole lot of money lying at my feet, and then was all conflicted on whether or not I could keep it, but of course, if it were that simple, I would be better able to explain how it unfolded. Somehow this involved a lot of crowding people into tiny rooms and accusing people of being careless, without ever revealing that I found this cash, and drinking lots of Pepsi, which I don't like.
In another, someone gave me a baby. Literally handed me a seven month old and told me she was mine. Although, she wasn't. She was cute, and in my dream I clearly wanted to take her, but the whole way it came together was freaky and involved a really unpleasant family who had apparently been keeping until I showed up. I'm conflicted as to whether or not I actually want kids. I sort of do, and sort of don't. So I guess this maybe wasn't so much wish fulfillment, as a big "here's what might happen if you have a kid." It seemed to involve a lot of frustrated expectations and, possibly, insurance fraud.
Finally, last night I had a dream about love. And robots. Don't ask me where it came from, but I seemed to start out judging a robot competition, and possibly a hair styling contest. And then there was a goofy British guy with a Transformer-like car that could become a forklift, and something about brunch, and then goofy-Brit "accidentally" calling me his future-wife. There were also some parking garages and walking through unfamiliar neighborhoods involved. Come to think of it, I'm not really sure this was about love. Maybe it was just about robots.
Truthfully, I have no idea. My dreams are sufficiently odd enough that I'm not sure I want to deconstruct them. Also, I suppose if I were dreaming about wish fulfillment, I'd want to dream my book was getting published. Although if I do I'm sure there will be some sort of creepy walrus or Abe Lincoln impersonator or giant stacks of old Cosmopolitan magazines junking up the works, and making what I want most in the world just as uncomfortable as the things I also sort-of want. I'm going to have to go back to not dreaming. It could be safer.