January 06, 2006
Last night I dreamed I was Sydney Bristow from Alias and braved multifarious dangers to retrieve a microchip from a crowded amphitheater during an opera intermission, at which point I was suddenly sitting at a table with a group of people who thought I was a moron until I pulled out a knitted model of the human brain and named all its parts correctly, which forced them to revise their opinion of me.
I have no idea what this dream means, but I prefer it to the dreams I had when I was on Zoloft, which were both frightening and intensely boring. Like, I would dream that I got fired from my job and couldn't get another one. Or that my friends got so mad at me they stopped being my friends.
Eventually I found a different medication, slightly less effective but without that particular side effect. It's one thing to want to throw yourself in front of the subway train every time you walk into the station. But for your dreams to be stripped of metaphor--now that's really depressing.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 10:01 PM
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1) philo said (on 01/ 7/06 at 12:40 AM):
I love it when you pull out a knitted model of the human brain and name all its parts correctly. It's so hot!
2) sam said (on 01/ 7/06 at 02:43 AM):
"knitted model of the brain" - ubergay, yet geeky. Faustian, really
3) Faustus, M.D. said (on 01/ 7/06 at 08:20 AM):
I should point out that the different parts of the brain were in yarns of different colors.
4) Uncle Zoloft said (on 01/ 7/06 at 08:25 AM):
"dreams... Zoloft, which were both frightening and intensely boring."
Thank you Doctor for summing up my life.
5) Rich said (on 01/ 7/06 at 09:27 AM):
I just had a dream that one of my co workers was going for foot surgery so I gave him my shoes to wear. After the surgery I met him outside waiting for the bus to go home and he had an erect penis attached to his shoulder peeping out of the top of his shirt!
6) Faustus, M.D. said (on 01/ 7/06 at 10:56 AM):
Uncle Zoloft: No problem. Any time.
Rich: Was the penis the result of the foot surgery or the result of wearing your shoes?
7) Ruby said (on 01/ 7/06 at 11:44 AM):
lol, Faustus! I was thinking the same thing!
I'd love to know the answer.
8) Uncle Zoloft said (on 01/ 7/06 at 02:39 PM):
"...he had an erect penis attached to his shoulder peeping out of the top of his shirt!"
Perhaps he had surgery in a Tennent hospital. Darlin', you go in one of them places for a broken arm you come out wit' your uterus gone!
9) roy said (on 01/ 7/06 at 02:51 PM):
While on holiday at my parents', I dreamt I was spontaneously examined by my graduate program, failed the examine, and asked to leave--frightening/boring. But then I segued directly into a dream in which I led a group of stunning, muscular men through a savage, snowy forest, accomplished daring feats in their name, and was subsequently pleasured sexually by each one in my tent. Shizzle.
10) Rich said (on 01/ 7/06 at 03:43 PM):
I remember having the sense that the shoulder penis wasn't related to either of those things but was baseline for this person. However, mysteriously we were wearing one shoe each!
11) ludovic said (on 01/ 7/06 at 06:39 PM):
Does anyone know how to write a knitting pattern for the good Dr.'s dream brain. It would be awesome to go next to my linguist's cross section of the throat and mouth (in plaster, sadly).
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