Yama sent me a troubling vision of Naraka
I can't say if it was caused by a lessened state of lucidity or the concert the previous day, but last night was filled with strange dreams. Images linger in my mind even now, guiding my hand in ways both seen and unseen.
I dreamt of ear hair. The puffy kind, the fluffy kind, the brambly kind - even the greasy wiry kind. I can't tell you why such visions would haunt my subconscious. I have no ear hair personally and I rarely, if ever, think of such things. Does it have something to do with the elderly... Am I secretly terrified of old men? I don't think that could be it. In the dream I wasn't scared, just a bit uncomfortable to find myself presented with so much ear hair. There was no narrative or overriding idea to the dream, just simply a vast field filled with men who had tufts of hair sprouting from their ears.
I'm taking a stand today. The more I think about it, the more I believe that my dream about the lands of ear hair can not be analyzed in the traditional sense. Ever since that jackass Sigmund Freud began running about spouting his nonsense about unfulfilled desires being played out in dreams, people have been under the impression that dreams have to mean something. "If you have a dream about falling", they muse, "I think it means that you are afraid of failing." I don't know what they* would say about ear hair, but whatever it would be most certainly wrong.
*(The they is everyone in the western world, pretty much.)
In the dream I had last night there was no underlying message from my repressed psyche. Rather than being influenced by my waking life, it was somehow external. It didn't mean anything at all to me personally, other than as a sort of creepy experience that I was only observing. How did I have made it up if it didn't mean anything to me?
I'm sure that my subconscious did not come up with that world of ear hair, but instead that I was astrally transported to it. For the mind is a dangerous machine that can move us to places we were never meant to be. Horrible and awesome places which the divine powers of the cosmos were wise enough to bar us from visiting in the physical world. And one of those terrible places men aren't supposed to tread is the realm of ear hair. Perhaps it is one of the apsects of some eastern hell that people of moderate sin are sent to when they die. But I certainly didn't come up with it. And now visions from this eerie world haunt me.
posted by Trevor Record @ 10:43 PM
22 Comments:
I think that having a dream about ear hair is pretty funny.
But I don't pretend to understand dreams. Most people say they are internal. I think these people are overestimating their own creativity. Some times dreams seem really complex. I have trouble believing that I came up with them myself. I recall having dreams in which fantastic worlds I'd never imagined in real life are working in full motion without my input, or where I go through experiences I have not had in real life.
I really like dreams. I used to sometimes realize I was dreaming and then be able to influence what was going on in them better. This sort of ruined the fun and the fantastical aspects of the dream, however. Now that I'm older I don't always try so hard to remember what happened in my dreams unless something sticks out in them.
(Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping.)
I think there is someone who they want you to listen to them maybe? , i know what you mean about dreams being something external not just what our mind creates like some sleeping director, i see poeple in my dreams, they have their own personal history,i walk through cities that i never been to and they seem like home, i know the lamp posts, the trees, the way she looked at me when she passed me by, my mind couldnt creat all this, these poeple are real, i just dont know how i connect with them or why ?you should start a dream diary, iv been keeping one for a long time, write it all down.
Dogbowl used to wake himself up early, then get an extra hours kip in a light sleep to improve his dream to non-dream sleep ratio.
Then he would write them down.
Once, I had a dream that I was running around with a giant bell on my head as some kind of disguise.
Fighter bombers swooped and rushed overheard, cycling through various psychadelic paintjobs.
I don't think that means anything.
I hate that I have finally reached an age where I *have* ear hair. I find it disgusting, loathsome. I wish I could get in there with a blowtorch and remove it with prejudice. But it would just come back, and then I'd have two burned and blackened holes where my ears used to be - with hair growing out of them.
I am become death.
I'm sorry you are so haunted, but here is where I will pull some gender politics--no woman would dream of ear hair--men get it more than us; in fact I had never heard of it until I saw a wife clip it out of her husband's ear. We dream of unslightly moustaches or things like that, which may represent our penis envy according to Freud. I wonder what he would make of your ear hair. Now I don't expect you to care; you have already told me you are not into Freud. But oh, the interpretations your dream are begging!
Dreams are strange and fascinating creatures. One just never knows what the subconscious observes during the course of a day and then makes up riddles to figure out while we are sleeping and leaves us with left over dream dregs.
Hey, Trevor, thanks for sending The Stranger over to stop the rain! That was fun.
Okay, just to really gross you out, I used to work for an audiology organization, and one of the jobs of the audiology therapists was to clean the wax out of the hairy ears of old men.
Now, try going to sleep tonight... heh, heh.
Josie
LOL @ josie, thanks there goes the 53 minutes of sleep i get everynight, but on a not serious note i had to go to the mirror and check my ears , you got me worried, and what do yo know , i have one long hair growing out of my right one, i think i will leave it see how long it will get.
my grade 8 industrial arts hair had a tonne of ear hair and it creeped the shit out of me. what is it about ear hair? i just dont know.
That is a very funny dream. I think there are all sorts of different dreams. I think some dreams are your subconscious trying to work things out. Some dreams are physical. For instance, I always dream that I fell and I can't get back up. I think I have that dream because I have suddently become aware of the fact that I am lying down and it gets incorporated into the dream. I have had dreams in which I feel like I am in touch with some other level and yes...some dreams mean absolutely nothing. I hope there is no other realm with something as mundane as thousands of men with ear hair. Maybe on this planet, ear hair is some sort of sensory apparatus, like your eyes or something.
This would make a good surrealist painting. Carl Jung also wrote about dream interpretation, might be worth checking out.
I think sometimes our brains just get stuck in thought grooves, like needles on vinyl records used to do.
Freud was right about so few things; its another great irony of the cosmos that he's famous for being so often wrong. It's a funny state of affairs, as well as an indictment against the "science" of psych itself--for actually being an art passing itself off as science.
I have dreams that I can fly by jumping, but it's really slow flying and the bastards of darkness are always about to catch up to me as my ankles clear their reach. It probably means something, but nothing to ruin my waking life over. It is nice when it leads to good writing, though.
I'm so glad I read this post and comments JUST after eating my lunch.
Eugh.
It's so disgusting - ear hair. What a terrible nightmare. I'm not much into dream interpretation. I think dreams are the brain's misfiring as it goes offline and nothing more.
Well, I guess you just told me! So no more Freudian analysis. Can I do a Jungian one?
I had a dream awhile ago that I was on my patio with Jeff from Survivor. He was having a leisurely discussion with some family members of mine who were gathered around the umbrella clad patio table holding beers and paying little attention to the large Alaskan crab that lurked in a flower planter not 3 feet from my person.
It was a big Alaskan crab, bright orange with claws the size of vice grips. I could hear Survivor Geoff droning on about exotic locales and dynamic personal strategy. This crab sees me and begins this slow, sloth like creep towards me. No one on the deck with Jeff seems to care about the crab. Minuets pass and the crab strikes my foot with it's ample pincers. The thorny limb holding the claw falls away from the crab body with a whisper like *clik*.
The Dream Ends
Rob: Hmm, a diary, good idea. I sometimes encounter people in dreams as well whom I know the entire history of.
UTMG: Dreams, nature's mindfuck.
Wigwam: Hmm, I wonder if I am about to be blessed with a shock of ear hair.
Enemy: If you want to interpret the dream go ahead, I do not really dislike Freud. That is just something I said because I have no idea why I would have a dream like this.
EA Monroe: Oh yeah, that guy was a hoot, I liked what everyone else did with him as well.
Josie: Ugh, why would you say such things!
Rob: Give it a name and braid it, too.
Benjibopper: It is just one of those gross, terrible things.
BBE: All I know is that I never want to go back to the eear-hair world again.
Camplin: Yeah, I couldn't find anything about ears from him or Freud (to tell the truth).
Ari: Heh, yeah probably. An ear-hair groove this time.
Eric: I dunno, Freud was important for his time. But he is starting to become a bit dated, I reckon. We take a lot of ideas of his for granted now, like the seperation of ego, id, and superego.
Mandy: Sorry, girlie.
Beth: Well, my brain misfires all too often I suppose.
Enemy: You can do both kinds if you want! I don't mind if you do a Freudian one either.
Mike: That's quite the dream. Man, I remember for a while we would often talk about our dreams. If people found out about that they would think we are gay, wouldn't they? Straight men are basically expected to speak only of hockey and poker and beer.
Oh yeah. Without him, we would not be where we all in the field of psych. It is indeed time that has dated his theories on dreams and other things. The understanding of the relationship of the three parts of self is the most sound way of looking at psychology, as well as being the most credible of any of the schools of psychology.
Ha. Maybe I hate analyzing myself--I try to save myself that misery and let my ez's tell me what the feel on the subject on my voice mail.
McKnight has some f**ked up dreams
I go away and come back, and you're blogging about ear hair.
I used to dream that I was a single-celled organism. I didn't know it at the time. I would wake terrified at having thought nothing. At having no control whatsoever, with other unidentified shapes brushing against me and moving away at random. Later, I saw a cover of Scientific American, and I knew... that was a picture of ME!
Maybe ear hair is like that. Connected, and yet mindlessly disconnected. If I see a Scientific American cover with an ear on it in the near future, I am going to get suspicious.
Eric: The problem with psych I find is that it tries so hard to come across as a science. It isn't science! The people working in this field need to accept that and move on. There aren't any poets or lawyers running around claiming what they do is science!
Toast: Mike McKnight and I have been friends for a long time, and if you thought that was weird you don't want to get into one of our sex discussions. To me his dream story was well within the realm of normal.
Bekbek: Hmm, so I am ear hair? No, I don't think that is it....
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