Interpretation

This is an interpretation my friend Michele did of the Devil's Thrift Store Dream. Enjoy.


You were in a place of opportunity and had people ready to help you. The ghoulish or ghostly appearance suggests to me that these people may simply be people from the past or spiritually connected people. The things you bought signify what you are looking for help with or what you need help with. The red satin corset – you carry a lot of anger around you, but your perception of it is not always in touch with reality or you are overly optimistic that you have a handle on it but really don’t. The ratty doll is your neglected relationships that you need to re-evaluate. The water-damaged children’s book carries a lot of messages… possibly that there’s knowledge that’s been presented to you but you haven’t absorbed it. Though the book didn’t offer this, my experience has been that pictures of the dead usually represent messages from our Ancestors. Knowledge from your Ancestors has been given to you but you didn’t absorb it, perhaps because your perception is warped by anger or fear.

The feeling of some “Thing” that is coming to prevent you from leaving may seem negative, but actually I think it represents that call to face your Truth, that call that seems to always come along to someone who says they want to be authentic; and the Goddess comes and hits you on the head with a two by four, and says “Wake up! Deal with that shit now or it’s just going to get worse!” Johnny Depp represents someone really important in your life, not just the general “helpful people” or Ancestors that have been trying to help you. But someone who really stands out in your life. This person is also trying to help you figure stuff out.

But, in the dream you run away from the helpful people, the stuff you need help with, the opportunities and you run back to the place you think is home. But it’s not the home you recognize. It lacks walls and ceiling… no boundaries or limits. It lacks windows but has curtains… your perception is dulled there, you are in denial. It’s messy like a bomb went off… and you are in mental or emotional confusion while there. In other words, you’ve run away to your innerscape (your mind?), trying to medicate with coffee. You find the book which is the message that what you ran from is still there to help you but now that you ran away, YOU have to be the one to seek out the help since you left it behind. The “thing” is coming and you know deep inside that no amount of running can keep you from facing the issues that you’ve been carrying around (acceptance of the Thing coming) yet you are afraid because you realize that this Thing represents a shake up that is coming, and no one likes to face issues and have their life shaken up, even if in the long run its a positive thing.

So the dream is offering you an opportunity to accept the aid that was in the store/market, otherwise you’ll have to deal with the issues you need to work on in a state of lowered mental function and alone… not the ideal situation!

The Devil's Thrift Store

That's where I basically was in my dream last night. Although it was more like a flea market set up. There was lots of stuff outside, hanging from trees, while ghoulish people wove in and out of the displays waiting to see if I needed help. During this little shopping excursion I purchased a red satin corset for $12.99, a ratty looking doll for $4, and a children's book that was warped from dampness and had pictures of the dead in it for .79. I was absurdly happy with my score, and I remember not being able to wait to get home. Home was not to be soon though, as while I was there some "thing" decided to make sure none of us left. Oddly, or not so oddly, Johnny Depp showed up, and while he was attempting to figure out was was going on I left my purchases behind and scurried over a wall to escape. Leaving the purchases seemed the prudent thing to do.

When I got to my home (an apartment without kid and husband) there were no walls. The entire thing was open to the sky and it looked as if someone had set off a bomb. This did not seem odd to me, and even though the curtains were blowing in the breeze (how there were curtains with no windows is beyond me), I settled in to find myself a cup of coffee and found the book I thought I had left behind. I turned toward the open walls and knew the "thing" was coming to get it. Johnny Depp was nowhere to be seen. I had 5. 4. 3. 2. 1 seconds... and then I woke up.

So I can see some things in here that make sense. Manic but thrifty. Searching for bargains. Johnny Depp. It was very Tim Burton in appearance. I'm not certain, however, what the "thing" was. Rage? The Crazies? Buyers remorse? Not any part of me at all? Whatever it was I was filled with terror as well as acceptance that it was on its way, and that to me is disturbing. I always thought I would fight a threat.

Richard Belzer...

...was in my dream last night. NO, it was most assuredly not one of THOSE dreams. In my dream we were in Canada on a tour attempting to figure out how to stay without getting caught and booted back home. This is what you get for watching CNN right before bed. The strangest part of the dream was that we were riding in motorized buckets with hand brakes. They were about the same size as oil drums.

Now that we got that out of the way, and you know that I'm absolutely batshit, why doesn't everyone introduce themselves? You can leave comments after this post to let me know who you are, how you found my blog, what you think of it etc (and you don't even have to be nice...). Even if you have no Blogger account you can leave a comment under Anonymous or under your name or alias. My spider senses (and sitemeter) tell me that there are tons of you out there reading me every day. If you're too shy to pop in though I totally understand. I'm rather shy myself (shut up Xris).

And I also need to include a message to Ted, owner of Galileo's Mathbook... I noticed that you de-favorited me from your blog. How rude of you. After I spent the best years of my life slaving under your management, made you extra stuffing every holiday, and dragged my ass out with you when you wanted to go shopping, you go and do that. My heart is broken. It truly is.