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The Dream About Me

Posted by newscoma | Posted in Tennessee, When The Beer Runs Dry, The Coma Cries, Women | Posted on 12-10-2008

Killa and I work together.

This is just weird.

Since this dream really ain’t about me, you can substitute the pronouns to fit the dream. When we got to Boss Lady she asked us how we were doing. We said fine and asked her how she was doing. She kind of chuckled and said, “Pretty damn groovy.”

At about the same time Brina and I both looked down and saw that Boss Lady had bruises up and down her legs. The bruises were fading like they had been there a while, but you could tell that when they were fresh, they looked horrible and painful.

I’m Boss Lady, if you were wondering. Any dream experts out there? Head to Killa’s to read the whole thing.

Whoa.

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  1. Scarlett said on :12/Oct/2008 at 03:10

    actually, i am a dream connoisseur, ( i have the weirdest, most psychic dreams) a bruise is a outer manifestation of an inner hidden hurt, so who is hurt, you - boss lady or the dreamer?

  2. Beth said on :12/Oct/2008 at 03:10

    ok, I got out my handy-dandy dream dictionary:

    Legs: Although we may depend on someone like a partner or parent for support, or work or position for self value, ultimately the legs represent our own emotional or conceptual support system. So we may be considering what sense we have of our own value when trying to understand leg(s) in our dream.

    disapperance Depicts the way our conscious self relates to the unconscious. Memories, emotions or ideas suddenly appear in awareness, but can disappear just as rapidly, sometimes never to be seen again

    Vanish Thoughts and feelings constantly appear and then disappear, sometimes never to be seen or captured again. This is the magical world of mind and emotion, where things emerge our of the vast world of the unconscious, and vanish again. Therefore suggests someone is losing awareness of something.
    Person/animal who vanishes: love for someone which has gone; something we realized or learnt which we have lost sight of; an autonomous part of self which we cannot yet direct

  3. Beth said on :12/Oct/2008 at 03:10

    ack, screwed up my code there… oops. ;-)

  4. newscoma said on :12/Oct/2008 at 03:10

    I’m wondering it it’s me (I’m Boss Lady to Killa) or if it’s her hurt although I have to say, it sure does give me the wiggums. ;)

  5. ceeelcee said on :12/Oct/2008 at 04:10

    Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

  6. newscoma said on :12/Oct/2008 at 05:10

    Ceeelcee, I having an existential crisis here! Heh.

  7. Ron said on :12/Oct/2008 at 05:10

    It means the next time you play soccer, you have to invest in tall socks.

  8. Homer said on :12/Oct/2008 at 05:10

    Heh.

  9. badger said on :12/Oct/2008 at 06:10

    I liked Killa’s interpretation the best. btw, washed my phone so you’ll have to call my sidekick to reach me.

  10. saraclark said on :13/Oct/2008 at 02:10

    Dude, dude. It’s a sign.

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