BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 Aug 09 - 12:04 PM

I've also had numerous dreams with Bob Dylan in them.

But we were not having sex. ;-D Or anything along that line...

Again, Bob Dylan is someone I admire and have a strong interest in, so naturally he would tend to become a symbol in some of my dreams. Anything you have a strong interest in will show up in your dreams from time to time.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 Aug 09 - 12:55 AM

You should probably know, Spaw, that I have had significant dreams in which the following ladies played a prominent role:

Tina Turner
Joan Baez
Cher
Buffy Saint-Marie
Winona Ryder

Now, the reason is simple. I admire all of them. Therefore they make good powerful symbols for me to work with in my dreams.

You note that I have never yet had a dream about Ursula Andress. Or Weimaraners. That should tell you something. ;-D

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Beer
Date: 31 Aug 09 - 12:21 AM

Well Paul, if this is the first time you had dreams like this I would get rid of your supplier. The hash you are getting is laced and you need some good shit man. Then again, take a trip down memory lane and watch the movie "Up in smoke" or get the book a "Yakie way of Thinking"(sp.) by Don somebody. Forgot the author. Great stuff to help you relax the mind.
Now if you are serious about this dream than I suggest that you do need help. There are lots of avenues out there for you. Most to just take your money and run because they are all fucked up as well. A psychiatrist maybe be the answer but then again there is only about 1% that are any good and the rest all need help. Nope, on further thought, you best just stick right here because this is where you will get all the help you need.
Sleep well.
Beer (adrien)

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: catspaw49
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 11:56 PM

Once again, the Hawk is blind. Diggitt Froggy.....Here's the deal.........

I'd say you're just normal and probably in need of a good night or day (or both) of wild sex. See, the stars of that movie are Peter Sellers, which sounds more like an occupation than a name, and Peter O'Toole which is double phallic. The female role of Ursula Andress (Undress?) was extremely erotic and you are just answering the call of the wild libido. Now if you wanted to share a bath with Woody Allen, THAT would need serious analysis and prove you were fucked up!   No matter if you're Hetero, Homo, or Bi......It just ain't natural no matter what and you'd be better off with a medium size aardvark.

BTW ..... Is there a way to be naked WITH clothes on?

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 09:36 PM

Ha! Good one, Amos.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: frogprince
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 07:57 PM

The only thing I can come close to doing to myself, I can't quite do 'cause I have a rather short tongue. Life is so cruel sometimes.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Amos
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 07:50 PM

HE respects himself NOW, but he's sure he wouldn't in the morning.


A

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 04:56 PM

Why? Don't you respect yourself?

(grin)

What I mean is, I only do that to people I respect...I might be a little unusual in that regard, but that's the way I see it...I'm just not attracted to those I don't respect.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 02:30 PM

I wouldn't fuck me.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 02:18 PM

Well, you can do that by getting intimate with your own self, you know...

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 02:09 PM

Rocks... yes... he wanted to get his rocks off.

I should charge for this gift.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 01:45 PM

Okay, frogprince... ;-)

What you probably are not aware of is this: the ideal woman that you have sought all through your life as a sexual companion, an emotional companion, a partner, and an object of desire is...... (drum roll)......your own inner feminine self!

Yes, my friend, you are seeking instinctively to integrate the various parts of your own pscyhe in perfect harmony. You may physically embody the male archetype at the moment, having been born as a male in this life....but as a spirit being or a soul you fully contain both the masculine and feminine principles at all times, regardless of your present embodiment. You therefore seek the part of you that is not manifest, but implicit.

Like virtually all people (including me), you have always looked for it outside yourself in other people, and that draws you toward women. Women are likewise seeking it outside themselves, and that draws most of them toward men.

Seeing the movie made you think of Ursula Andress. Ursula Andress reminds you of some aspects of your inner feminine self...and your ideal of the feminine. So you dreamed about becoming more intimate with your own inner feminine....your mind siezed on the recently acquired memory of seeing Ursula Andress...and there you were.

Getting to know yourself better... ;-D

Not much symbology there at all, really. Pretty straightforward.

****

And you are perfectly free, of course, to believe none of that and say I've got rocks in my head. Heh! Whatever pleases you. It's your life, after all.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: frogprince
Date: 30 Aug 09 - 12:06 PM

Just after I saw the movie "What's Up, Pussycat" I dreamed I was sitting in a bathtub with Ursala Andress. Both of were bare naked, with no clothes on. (Never could figure out the symbolic meaning of that one...)

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: olddude
Date: 29 Aug 09 - 08:05 PM

LH
yes it is her twin LOL

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Dead Horse
Date: 29 Aug 09 - 07:50 PM

I had this dream where I was wandering around lots of campfires at a folky type festival and I was starving.
I came to this particular fire and there were several naked nubile women toasting marshmallows.
One of the young ladies offered me a large one.
When I woke up - the pillow was gone!!!!

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Aug 09 - 10:39 AM

Is that Christy Brinkley's sister?

What you need to remember your dreams is someone sitting there and watching you while you sleep, and they stick a pin into you or whack you with a flyswatter whenever the rapid eye movements end. This wakes you up immediately, and you remember the dream and write it down on a notepad. ;-) DreamRecall Inc in Toronto, Ontario, Canada will provide this useful service for only $318 a month.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: olddude
Date: 29 Aug 09 - 10:20 AM

I usually cannot remember my dreams. But the last one had something to do with Chrisy Brinkley and a feather duster.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Aug 09 - 10:13 AM

She is looking a little strained. I worry about that. But she always was on the delicate side.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 29 Aug 09 - 05:51 AM

Oh my goodness. That pic... she has winnowed away... is she anorexic? Somebody feed that poor waif!

I used to have an eating disorder. I usually ate two orders.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 09:18 PM

LOLOL!!!!!!!!!! Har! Har! Jeezus...

By Gawd, Spaw, it's always good to get your wise, compassionate, and fairly balanced input on these things. Yessiree. It warms my heart.

Now, listen, you pitiful broke-dick mamalucca....Winona Ryder is no substitute for ANYTHING, ya hear? She is incomparable and you know it, you limp dick lizard-porker.

You are right about my subconscious though...scary, man, scary! You would not want to go there. It would look like your bedroom, kitchen and living room on Sunday morning. Maybe even worse, though I frankly doubt that that's possible...

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Ebbie
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 09:17 PM

Not All THAT Pathetic, Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Rapparee
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 09:03 PM

I'm not saying I agree or disagree, just that I do.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: catspaw49
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 08:35 PM

Regarding the Hawkster's analysis: He's fucked up too.......Has been for a long time.

He went into a deep funk at the death of Major Tom-psychotic astronaut, and has never been the same. He also lost the love of his life to a Wizard and was left with Winona Ryder as a pathetic substitue. That warehouse of HIS sub-conscious resembles the ninth ward of New Orleans after Katrina.

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 08:34 PM

Nor am I, or did you notice?

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 08:17 PM

Hey... just teasin eh? I thought it was an amzaing analysis. Thought? No... it was. I thought that was obvious too.

Sorry. Friday night and I ain't...

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Alice
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 08:16 PM

Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Ebbie
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 08:01 PM

I don't have an educated guess as to whether you are right in your interpretation, Little Hawk, but it sure sounds good.

Paul Burke, in my experience the parts of a dream that are way beyond my current understanding ALWAYS come back in another form. A subconscious is tenacious.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 07:50 PM

"It was obvious. I thought we covered that?"

"Covered" or "Obscured" fine line here, we want to know what the dream was really about, not merely what the media moghuls might prefer you to assume. As such, because we are all obviously hypnotised by the controllers, dreams are indeed the bestest and most reliable way to access the real non-bolloxed truth.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 07:30 PM

It was obvious. I thought we covered that?

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 07:29 PM

You actually read that?

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 07:16 PM

PS, thanks to LH for making a proper attempt at reading the dream. interesting stuff..

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 07:13 PM

Erratum: My Father IS indeed a Watchmaker by Trade, the rest, is of of course, total lala (bar the dream bit)..

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 07:05 PM

Actually Paul, I think you'll find that the problem (at least according to Heinlein) lies in Mushrooms rather than Walnuts. And to bastardise Captain Beefheart "SOME people, SOME people, like Walnuts better, I for one care less for them!" And now that I have furnished you, with such self evident proofs of the facts of which I am making no attempt to assert or pretend to, stand assured that you Sir, are most comfortable this evening at just past the Twelve O'Clock (my own father being a watchmaker, I'll trust you will not dispute this matter) to accept that this is indeed the objective truth of the matter. If it be otherwise, who indeed, dreamed it?

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Little Hawk
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:59 PM

Okay, Paul....here's my take on your dream, for whatever it's worth. ;-)

Your dream, I think, is primarily about going down into the deeper levels of your subconscious mind and visiting old thoughts and emotional impressions that are stored there. Those memories can be from any point in this life, even pre-natal...and some think they can also be from your past life experiences, though I doubt that you'd go for that concept.

In any case...

"I was at a bus stop in heavy rain"

The "heavy rain" is your emotions...the flow of emotion.

"Some friends were with me"

The "friends" are your most familiar thoughts, habits, and emotions...those you are presently most comfortable with.

"There was a warehouse nearby, a big antiques emporium, and we decided to go inside."

That is the warehouse of all your past memories, thoughts, and emotions, all of which are stored in your subconcious mind. You and your presently familiar mindset went in to take a look through the subconscious warehouse of your mind...your own past, much of which you do not remember consciously.

You encountered various past memories, thoughts, and emotions, all symbolized as some antique object or another. I won't bother dealing with those in any detail. These symbols are quite hard to interpret anyway, and it would be a lengthy enquiry.

You then went down a stairway to another section. When you go down in a dream, you're usually simply going deeper into your own subconscious. You're going to a deeper (more hidden) level of your past.

The "hippy-style" people could symbolize a part of your life in the late 60s/early 70s...your mindset at that time.

You then went down a sharp slope...even deeper into your subconsious memories of the past. The security guards who stopped you there were some part of your own mind that wanted to protect you from being exposed to some sort of past memory that you would probably be better off not to consciously confront at present...or else they are your own fear of confronting it. Therefore they wouldn't let you through that door.

The whole dream, I believe, was about you. That's what our dreams usually are about...they're about dealing with our own inner self and resolving various emotional issues.

****

And that's simply the best interpretation I can give of it. I'm not saying it has to be that way. Just my own take on it, and that's all.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:45 PM

I like smoked almonds.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Paul Burke
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:42 PM

There we are, Soeur Corneille. I though Goddists went to heaven every night, or purgatory if they'd eaten too much cheese. And I think there's scientific proof that the folds of the brain came from our ancestors eating too many walnuts, which is also the origin of the wrinkles of the scrotum, where men are reputed to keep their thinking processes.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: frogprince
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:35 PM

I spent a good share of last night deciding that. since I had to write some kind of revue (I have no idea why), I might make it a revue of Bob Dylan's "Blood on the Tracks" album, and how it fit in his total career. I mostly got around to some thoughts on "Idiot Wind" and "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts" before I woke up. Never dreamed anything remotely like that before in my life.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:29 PM

The Great Crow is eternal and guides our souls through our dreams. On wings that soar and on wings that fall to earth, decay and nuture mother earth so that we may rise and fly again.

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:19 PM

So formally confirmed atheists have dreams like everyone else then? I thought you folk went into some kind of psychic rehydration phase or summat :)

Actually I love dreams. No idea about yours but my last interesting one explained to me the nature of being.. ish. I went to sleep pondering the eternal "Why" like one does. "What's my life about FFS!" and this is what I got:

* I'm walking through my life, I'm walking through the years of time I have lived. Sometimes I reach a dead end, and must return to earlier places in order to alter my path. It is very frustrating!
* The walk along time, leads me through a large maze, or rather it looks like a Labyrinth.
* I see the 'Time' Labyrinth that I walk from above. From above, it looks like the folds of a brain: The Brain is mine.
* I realise my "life" is effectively, an unfolded (the brains folds are a visual metaphor for the life path) linear manifestation of my own Mind. Thus my linear lived Life Path, is Walking my own Mind.

Kewel...

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Bobert
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:11 PM

Let ya be in my dreams if I can be in yours... (Dylan)

I donna, Paul, sounds like poli-morphis-perverse-guilt to me??? But my shrinkin' days are over so it might just be somethin' you ate last night...

B~

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: catspaw49
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:08 PM

Easy.....you're fucked up.........

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: VirginiaTam
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:03 PM

hey! that's my dream! stop jumpin on my brainwaves!

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Emma B
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 06:01 PM

Paul, have you got any of that bottle (or whatever) left?

'Em' x

Subject: RE: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: gnu
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 05:56 PM

It's obvious.

Subject: BS: On the amateur psychiatrist's couch....
From: Paul Burke
Date: 28 Aug 09 - 05:44 PM

You are free to make hay with this. Last night....

I was at a bus stop in heavy rain. Some friends were with me; I'm not exactly sure who, but one (young, bearded) man had a small child in a backpack. There was a warehouse nearby, a big antiques emporium, and we decided to go inside. Wandering through several floors of antiques, I seemed to be looking for something, but I can't remember what. Then we came to a floor with old pianos on it. One was perfectly cubic, in light beech colouring, rather marked. I said that I hadn't seen that piano for thirty years, and that I'd see if there were any other old instruments about- perhaps a flute or a fiddle. I went over to a case in which there were a number of old microscopes. I turned the tag to see the price of one very small one. The price was 4238 pounds, and as I let go the microscope fell apart. A large light bulb came out of it, and as I tried to stop it rolling it crumpled like a lightly inflated plastic bag. I thought I'd better get out before anyone saw what had happened. There was a doorway nearby which I went through, and a stairway led me down to a place where some people dressed in hippy style were creating artwork- subrectangular patterns in thick, single- colour paint, dull mauve, brown, claret, on wooden boards. Another corridor from there led down a steep slope to the entrance hall, but as I went towards the door I couldn't recogbnise the way out, and security people dressed as clowns came towards me. I saw a door open and some people came in from the street, so I went towards it to go out, wondering if I should wait for my friends at the bus stop. But as I reached the door, one of the security guards ( a woman, in a sailor suit with blue and white vertical stripes and a soft cap) held my arm. I was just about to speak when I woke up.