Pentimento: More Dreams

Monday, January 19, 2009

More Dreams

Last night I dreamt that Condoleezza Rice and I were picking up patrons' lost and broken gold jewelry from the floor of the Great Hall at the Metropolitan Museum after closing time. Not sure what that one means.

10 comments:

paul bowman said...: What one wants to know in a case like this, naturally, is was she dreaming the same thing?; January 19, 2009 at 9:22 AM
Pentimento said...: That sounds like a question best left to partisan quantum physicists and perhaps scholars of Meister Eckhart . . .; January 19, 2009 at 10:06 AM
Anonymous said...: Ha, ha! Perhaps you and she are both pining to return to the gold standard? I believe that returning to gold-based currency was also a longtime hobby-horse of Frank L Baum's, and that parts of "The Wizard of Oz" are actually a plea for this.

And in real life, though it seemed like a dream, I was digging over some garden that had been lawn for fifty years or so, and I found a gold necklace with a broken clasp a foot or so under the ground. You'd think that would only happen in books. Or parables!

Cheers
Otepoti; January 19, 2009 at 4:35 PM
Pentimento said...: What did you do with the necklace, Otepoti? Condi and I were of course going to see that the ones we found were returned to their rightful owners.

I'm hoping that Dreshny will weigh in here, as she knows everything about the Oz series.; January 19, 2009 at 8:00 PM
Anonymous said...: I still have the necklace. It predated the previous owner. The owners before that moved to Australia, and the ones before that are lost in the mists of time.

So there wasn't much else I could do but keep it. MV at the time of discovery: NZ$600, but to me, NZ$0, since I never wear it. Strange but true.; January 19, 2009 at 8:31 PM
dreshny said...: Wizard of Oz is definitely a political parable, but honestly, I'm not up enough on turn-of-the-century Midwestern history to explain it...

I did have a dream the other day that my building got an elevator, though....; January 21, 2009 at 5:35 PM
Maclin said...: Last night I dreamed I was having surgery on my throat--with only a local anesthetic. So the surgeon cut my throat open, then said he had to go do something else and that I mustn't move AT ALL till he came back. I lay there trying not to move AT ALL till I woke up.

I don't make anything of it, it's just weird.; January 22, 2009 at 3:15 PM
Pentimento said...: Maclin, YIKES! That is one terrifying dream. But surely it has something to do with communication, possibly your feelings of not being able to communicate what you need to, or being impeded from that in some way.

That'll be $100. I am Dr. Pentimento now, after all.; January 22, 2009 at 5:51 PM
Maclin said...: Actually it wasn't terrifying, just very, very tense. Nevertheless, there is some plausibility in your diagnosis. Thanks, doc! (I don't see a PayPal button so I'll just be leaving now...); January 22, 2009 at 11:35 PM
Pentimento said...: Oh yeah, I forgot to add that PayPal button . . .; January 23, 2009 at 10:25 AM