Brevity

Sometime, the construction workers mixed glitter in with the sidewalk's cement, considered Blair Abernathy. It glimmered as she walked down the street studying the craftsmanship. As whimsical a thought, it wasn't a trump enough for her disenchantment. Her taste buds tingled with the sting of vodka. Her general passe blase was inexplicable to the common passerby, often misconstrued as a fashionable apathy of Los Angeles.

Arriving at the yellow apartment complex, she understood the orange tree stooped with mandarin earrings. It was the only decoration for an otherwise plain yard. Cement blocks spread over the small square of dead grass forcing up some sort of concrete necropolis. Or maybe it was where her landlord put the dismembered bodies of his victims who didn't pay rent. Landlord was the contradiction of stench and starched shirts. Blair couldn't decide as to whether he was a serial killer or liked little girls. The landlord plot was fun upon moving in three years ago. Who doesn't want to live with a psychopath in the same building? This last year when she saw him in the hall, though, a nod was all worth giving up. All else was understood. It wasn't any fun to think about it. Formalities were shot. And with common acknowledgment came the waning of any significance of really, just anything, and was lost on the smog of the skyline.

Occasionally she'd step up onto the roof to watch Hollywood on its knees.

The Pink Crucifix Known Only As "Pregnant"

This blog is geared towards things that pique my curiosity, and lately, the meaning of dreams have been doing such. I try not to make this blog a personal one, but I can't help it for this material. For three days in a row I have had dreams of being pregnant. Very pregnant. Eight months pregnant. I have read Freud's Interpretation of Dreams and although I am not a fan of the man's work, it was interesting.

Dreams of pregnancy often cite the birth of a new project or the manifestation of creativity in one's life, of new beginning. It is not surprising I have been having such dreams since lots of new beginnings are occurring for me, such as starting out in a new apartment with four wonderful new roommates, I'm always and constantly working on a new film project or fiction, and with school starting up on September 25th, a new year is right around the corner.

By this channel, we are venturing into more Carl Jung territory. Jung differs from Freud in that the inconscious is not mainly a primal, instinctual persona but also a spiritual one. Dreams to him were ways of getting to know one's unconscious. There are basic characters and archetypes repetitive in Jungian terminology present within dreams: hero, monster, mother, father, mandala, sacrifice and the mask.


Above: a mandala

But this post isn't about psychobabble, or the figurative geography we apply to the potential symbolic imagery present in our dream life. This post is about experiences women have had about pregnancy and dreaming.

I came across several women online who said pregnancy dreams haunted them after having an abortion. Three women blogged, claiming their pregnancy dream did in fact predict a bun in the oven. Not enough to make me really think twice about it. Pregnancy dreams are interesting though. I don't really buy the whole new beginning thing. Sure we are metaphorical creatures, but it takes a lot of energy expenditure for our minds to configure the twilight cinema known as nocturnal dreaming. I remember having strange dreams as young as 6, way prior to be able to symbolically accept things. I think there is something else afoot, which brings me to my next phenomenon. Not that it's talked about much, but it has certainly happened to me. When I was around 11, I had a dream of visiting a barn. When I was 16, I actually came across this barn in reality. Never had I been exposed to a picture of this barn, never had it been talked about, nothing. So what gives?