Disney Dreams (but I don't think this is what they meant)

Last night I dreamt that I went to Disneyworld to begin my internship and attended various meetings where, much to my surprise, I met up with Anthony and Bryan. True to form, Bryan had just showed up and hadn't gone through any of the proper paperwork or applications but was nevertheless sure to be admitted regardless. Stephen Trembley was also there in the capacity of assistant to whoever was in charge of us interns. After the formalities, we started to climb up a tree house sort of path to a restaurant where we could relax and socialize. Behind me Elbogen, Dinger and Stephen Tye (still practically inseparable) were goofing off and only vaguely recognized me. I said how strange it was that some many former Cal High students were there and they didn't fully get what I was saying. In front of me, a blond skinny girl introduced herself to me as Tiffany and I told her my name. had climbed up some steps like runs of a ladder, turned around, fell off and landed on her head in front of me. I kind of freaked out, but as everyone around me was even more freaked out, I picked her up and moved her so she could lie flat on her back and told the guys to call 911. I tried to revive her and ask her questions. She told me her name and mine. Then down a few levels I heard two guys talking and one described what she had in very medical like terms that sounded super bad but I was trying to be positive for Tiffany.


A couple of days ago I had a dream that I showed up for work at Disneyworld and they handed me my costume and it was this big cotton frontier dress and I was kind of unhappy as I didn't want the job that came with that costume.

No Dreams Are Good Dreams

Camp Greenlake will no longer be a dry wasteland full of holes. The snow is melting and Father Christmas' sleigh bells are ringing in my ear. The dream-drought is over!

Actually it was about a week ago but I've been too busy/lazy to update.

I dreamt that I went home to find my brothers and David and Jonathan doing something idiotic. I left and returned later to find them not thwarted by my mother, but instead they were repelling off the side of my house. My mother and one of her friends with them! Also, they had turned my house into a large Gothic cathedral with stained glass. Both of those things made me really angry in the dream.

I had a few other dreams but I can't remember them now. I'll have to add more later.

The Gestalt Approach to Dream Work

I've been having a recurring scene that occurs within a variety of contexts of dreams in which I'm trying to dice a mango, but I mangle it. Perls would say that I am the mango, and that I feel I'm being torn apart and left a crushed and devastated vestige of my former self. Also, he would say I am the knife and that ultimately, I am doing this to myself. Isn't it great, the things you learn in college?