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?

Pentimento said...

That sounds like a question best left to partisan quantum physicists and perhaps scholars of Meister Eckhart . . .

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

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.

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.

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....

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.

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.

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...)

Pentimento said...

Oh yeah, I forgot to add that PayPal button . . .