There is something going on inside of my head that has me a little worried and I don't entirely know why I am sharing this through my blog, which worries me a little more.
I have been doing so really bizarre dreaming over the past six or seven months. I have been dreaming at a level that I have never experienced before. I am not talking about goals or aspirations that I have been coming up with, I mean that when I go to bed at night some really wacky shit has been going on. I have dreamt about getting robbed and getting lost on mean and pretty nasty streets. I have dreamt about being apart of a political mission to another country and getting caught in a foreign land when a violent revolution occurs. The thing about these dreams are that they seem very real and extremely complex. It seems like there are little dramas that are playing out and I don't know what to make of the roles that I play in them. The dream I had last night wasn't frightening, but it was very strange.
The dream starts with me going over to some chick's place late at night (calling this girl a "chick" isn't exactly sexist when I later reveal who she is). I go over to this girl's place because I am looking to talk to her. This girl and I had a relationship not too long before when this occurs. Things were just beginning between us, but ended quickly because she felt that I was not able to give her the attention that she thought she deserved. In the dream, we split because she wanted something that was more mature than what I was offering. Neither of us wanted to end things between us, but it was a matter of her getting the respect that she thought she deserved and me feeling that I wasn't able to give that to her. The way that we ended it was with a lot of loose ends and I went to her place that night to resolve some of them.
When I got there she let me in. It was kind of late and she was in that stage where she was dressed down from the day and almost ready to go to bed for the night. She was wearing traditional pajamas, nothing at all very sexy or alluring. She was been watching television before I arrived. What she was watching was over and it was that inbetween time, when commercials are on and the next television show is about to begin.
She was receptive to see me. She wasn't happy or gushing. She hadn't been longing for me to show up at her door, but she wasn't annoyed by me interrupting her evening. I sensed she was glad that I was there, if only to be able to resolve some things that were left unsaid between us and maybe we would be able to move forward with confidence of what had gone on between us. We started making polite conversation about what each other had been up to.
At this point I am going to say that I am a superhero nut. Further more I enjoy watching cartoons. The are a lot of similarities between the two so to be a fan of both is pretty easy.
While we were chatting, I realize that she was watching the Boomerang Network before I showed up at her door. Boomerang is a sister station to Cartoon Network, it is the station that shows the older cartoons that CN doesn't air any more. I realize what time it is and that I know what is going to be coming on Boomerang next, Justice League. A cartoon about supheroes that has been one of my favorite things on television since for a long time. She knows that I like the cartoon so when it starts she knows what it is. Seeing that Justice League has just entered the room, she immediately feels that any chance that the two of us could have had a mature conversation on what we felt about each other has just gone out the window. I see by the expression that she makes, while the Justice League theme song plays, what she is thinking and I tell her that we can still have the conversation that we were about to have. She indulges me and offers me a seat.
When I sit, the theme is over and the episode is beginning. I have seen every episode of Justice League and I know how most of them go. I can recognize most of the characters, but those that I see on the television were characters that were new to me. The characters are one's that I had never seen, the setting is one that I didn't recognize and what was going on in the story is something that I couldn't figure out. She sees me looking at the screen and sighs. She gets up, picks up a book from a pile that she has, sits back down and makes herself comfortable. I tell her we can still talk, she says its okay if I want to watch the show that she will just read. I want to talk to her. I went there that night to talk to her. I wanted to resolve things and figure out if there was even the slightest chance that she and I could get back together. Things between us ended before they even had a decent beginning and one of the things in life that bothers me the most is not knowing what was going to happen. I came to her place because I was bothered by not knowing what might have happened if we were able to make things go further than they did, but it was also bothering me that I did not know what was going on in that episode of Justice League. I have seen every episode, but this was one that I could not place. It was one that I didn't know who was who or what they were doing in it.
I see that what she is reading is a psychology book. It isn't a text book. It is some sort of analytical book that was written by a guy that I had never heard of. It is around then that the dream ended and I woke up, confused.
I was me in this dream, but at some parts of the dream I was looking at myself. It wasn't one of those dreams where you envision yourself as someone else. I wasn't a fictional character I was myself. However, (this is the really strange part that doesn't sit well with me) the girl that I was dreaming about, the "chick", was a character of fiction. She was Hawkgirl/Shayera Hol from the Justice League cartoon series.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawkwoman
Now in the series, Hawkgirl and that show's Green Lantern have an unresolved romance. I have always thought that if I could be anyone in a comic book that it would be really cool to be a Green Lantern. However, I wasn't Green Lantern in the dream, I was me.
What the fuck does any of it mean? Does anyone have a dream book? What does it say about when you are looking to be in a relationship with a woman with feathered wings and who is from a different world than you? Man, things are strange inside of my head.