I was running. What I was running from I don’t know. But what I know is that I was running. I was trying to escape. I was trying to evade the grasp of some symbolic creature. I still haven’t discovered what yet. But I know that it was scary.
Later…I found myself running on foot. I had somehow lost the tube and the chase was on foot. I found myself in a jail…with little mini cells….in which it was hard to see what was on the inside, looking from the outside. I hid in one of those tiny little cells. I could see on the outside. But the outside couldn’t see me. It was then and there, for the first time, that I saw the creature. I couldn’t see it very well. But I could feel its breath. I could hear its footsteps. I could sense its anxiety. It spoke words I couldn’t understand…in anger….in angst.
Then it left.
I quickly got out of the little jail cell and started running…running…and running some more. I went as far away as possible. Jumping over neighborhood fences and hiding in family sheds. Finally, I reached a yard that seemed to symbolize freedom. At that point someone was with me, running…but I couldn’t quite grasp who it was. But as we got to that yard, there was a dog. My running mate was very scared of the dog. It was a brown dog, very large, comparable in stature to the dog from Sandlot. It was mean looking. Terrifying.
I wasn’t scared. As a matter of fact, the dog I recognized. I had seen him in previous dreams and by then we were quite good friends. We played tug-o-war for awhile, wrestled around in the dirt, and then we parted our ways. I opened the gate from the yard’s fence. And as I stepped out…some stinky oldies music went on.
Aggh! I hate that music. THe only reason I tune my alarm clock to that channel is because it has good reception. I’ll tell ya…there’s nothing worse than waking up in the morning to screechy static noise. So I always tune my alarm clock to the most receptive radio station. And here in Princeton, NJ…it’s oldies! And it’s poo!
As I woke up this morning I figured I had to write down what I remembered from my dream. What you read above is what I remembered and wrote down. It was indeed blog-worthy. Because undoubtedly, there is a great, far reaching significance to what it all means. I have a question….are you one of those people who think that every dream actually means something? Does it have an overarching principle? Is there something that I need to know, something that needs to be gleaned, something that was trying to be passed on in this wild dream? Is it a warning? Is it a sign? Is it a message from some diving being?
My answer to those questions: I don’t know. To me it was just an odd dream.
However, if…and I mean IF…..I was to try to attempt to interpret my dream…….I would say that most certainly the bigger meaning behind the dream is this: GIRLS. Isn’t it great how so often the subject of my blog ends up being about girls, romance, dating, and love? You know you love it. Admit it. You love it. You’re probably some married sicko who somehow came across my website and is reading it everyday. Every stinking day. You get your jollies by living vicariously through a chaste Mormon nerd at Princeton.
Well….if that be you….I say so be it. You can fantasize all you want with my blog. But I can promise you I won’t be talking about anything even remotely to what you’re looking for. No stories about sex. No stories about me getting wasted at the recent frat party. No stories about me doing dope behind the Gym. None of that.
Instead….you get ghetto fabulously strange anecdotes on a life that’s adventurous, outgoing, and CRAZY (in a good christian way)!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeeeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaawww cowboys….let’s round up Betty lou! Haha…
So anyway. I think my dream is about an issue i’ve been battling out the last couple days. To me, the scary creature symbolizes commitment. Not commitment in general. Rather, i’m talking about commitment to a girl. The boyfriend/girlfriend committment. I gotta admit, sometimes I run. Sometimes I hide. I’ll like a girl. I’ll be the one doing the chasing. I’ll be the one making the moves to win her heart. And then when push comes to shove and she reciprocates interest…….I run. Why I do this….I don’t know. But I did this ALL the time before my mission and NOW is the time to stop this horrible habit. I gotta face the creature of commitment.
Right now I’m likin’ this girl. She’s hot. She’s SEXY (that was said for the benefit of the sicko that I mentioned about above). She’s sweet. She’s got alot of great qualities. The bottom line….I enjoy being around her. I enjoy everything about her. However, the big questions of the millennium is if i’m willing to make the commitment. Everything in my heart and in my mind says to go after her and go for it. And ultimately I think I will. It’s just hard for me to make the step and actually say, “okay. I’m in. I’m your’s.”
Summer is just around the corner. It’s a time of parties. A time of dating and meeting alot of different girls. Ultimately it’s really a time to be single. And all those factors are pulling at me to decide that indeed…I should just run away from this “commitment” option that i’m faced with.
But at the same time…I really like this girl. And I don’t wanna lose this chance.
I talked to my parents about it tonight. And they gave me good advice. They say that I analyze it all way too much. And it’s true. I look into it way too much. My dad put it in clear terms how I should be: “If you enjoy spending time with her, spend more time with her. If you don’t, then spend less.” It’s simple advice. And I think that if I keep things to that level of simplicity, my life will be easier and I won’t have so many headaches in thinking about these things. My parents also said that it’s good to have relationship experience. It’s good to get to know someone at a better level, so you can figure out ultimately what you want and what you don’t want. “Doin’ the karaoke thing with 100 girls doesn’t get ya anywhere,” my dad said. And it’s true. If I just go on a gazillion first-dates…..ultimately I don’t get anywhere.
So it’s final. I like this girl. And i’m gonna continue with it. I analyze way too much. Aagggh! And it’s all because of that darn Easter morning dream I had.
Creature of commitment. Meet me at the jungle gym at 3. Don’t bring any friends. Me and you are battling it out head on. I’m gonna face you once and for all!!!!
Much love,
Sir Mickey the Creature killa