Thursday, April 27, 2006

Dreams Of Brad Pitt, An Alien, And Banana Leaves

My friend, who's quitting smoking with the patch, reminded me of vivid dreams. Since I am not using the patch, I can only attribute my dreams to Prozac. Here are a few...

One night...
I dreamed that I was a tall thin black woman whose boyfriend was Brad Pitt. We were on some kind of espionage adventure together. I was sitting on a ledge high above ground. Directly across from me was a stage. I was watching the stage to see when to move into action. Suddenly, Brad Pitt landed beside me. I was happy my partner had arrived. It was understood he was my boyfriend.

That's all I remember. I know, I can be so deep.

Another night...
I dreamed that I was pregnant with something. Not exactly with a baby. All around me were all these people, protecting me, to make sure I would deliver safely. I was quite disturbed I was going to give birth to an unknown thing.

I am sure I had this dream after reading something about stupid Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes giving birth to an alien. I can be so impressionable.

Last night...
I dreamed that I was cleaning up my garden. Only the garden wasn't the garden attached to my house, and the house was not my house. I was in a huge house with a jungle for a garden. After raking in the branches and debris, I rested at the kitchen table and looked out the window. I saw a patch of ground covered with dark green leaves move. Out of the ground sprang a woman, carrying the part of the plant-covered earth from which she rose to a different part of the plant bed. Then she sank back into the ground in the spot where she laid down the transplanted earth.

I realized she had reshaped the plant bed so that it curved along a sparkling silver blue pond. I had not noticed the pond until she did that. The reshaping groomed the garden and enhanced the pond. I said to my sister-in-law who was at the table with me, Did you see that?

She said, Yes, I saw the same thing a little while ago, only it was a man who came out of the ground. And he's the one who put all those banana leaves in the garden.

I looked into the garden again. Sure enough, there were giant burnt orange and mauve banana leaves, 4 feet wide and 10 feet long, lining the floor of the garden between trees as if to keep the tree roots moist. I said to my sister-in-law, Who are they, why are they doing these things?

She said, That's what they do. They nurture and protect the earth.

That was kind of cool.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'd rather have a dream about Brad Pitt than about Will Smith....What's With That? Do you ever have dreams about someone you barely know, and then feel all self conscious if you run into them, thinking that they were willing participants?

The Sylph said...

Did you dream about Will Smith? Did you dream about having sex with someone you barely know?

When I started my last full time job, I dreamed I was having sex with a different male coworker each night. They weren't even good looking guys. It felt creepy even as I was having the dream. It felt creepier the next day when I saw my coworkers. It was a very weird time.

Anonymous said...

Are you sure it was just prozac powder you've been cutting into those empty gelatin capsules?