Dream Weaver...

When I was in 6th grade, our teacher said that we could listen to music while we did in class study, or took tests. At first, we thoughts she was gonna let us listen to KMEL, so we could get to Humpty Dance around the classroom and whatnot… man didn’t our bubble get busted. She would only let us listen to those soft rock stations that would play hits from 70s, 80s, and 90s. It’s funny how we became creatures of our environment. How we had to adapt in order to survive such daunting conditions – which meant abandoning our hip-hop and r&b vibes for something totally different. One of my favorite songs became and still is “Dream Weaver” by Gary Wright.

The fascinating/exhaustive explanation as to why I like this song leads me to this: the interpretation of our dreams. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but every once and I while I have some really fucked up dreams. Last night was one in particular. Had me straight shook. To not go into the gory details, essentially I was being attacked, and everyone that I thought was going to help me stood by idle. I’m telling you, mad weird. The sucky part is that my ass couldn’t wake up for shit. Go figure.

Anyways, for my major, we focused on social theory, and one aspect of a course I took was on the interpretation of dreams. Freud says “that emotions buried in the unconscious surface in disguised form during dreaming, and that the remembered fragments of dreams can help uncover the buried feelings.” He goes on to say “that dreams are wish-fulfillments, and will ultimately argue that those wishes are the result of repressed or frustrated sexual desires. The anxiety surrounding these desires turns some dreams into nightmares.”
Wow. This explains it all and says a lot. I have to do some more research on this, but according Freud, my dreams mean I ain’t getting’ no action. Man, and I was all set to blame it on all that al-kee-hall I consumed on Saturday. Sweet.