the weird thing about it: in at least one part, i knew it was a dream because of comments i made to myself. this always fascinates me, because it's happened to me a few times before.
in part 1 (yes, my dreams have chapters) i was heading off to a work appointment with a colleague from apple computer ... we were walking along a boardwalk of sorts, heading to a temp agency where i used to work, and we were window shopping. i remember stopping at an art gallery, and we were peering in through the window for a moment, then moved on.
except that i left my shoes at the window.
i didn't realize it until a few minutes later, and once i did, in my dream i had a long shot from the water, looking at us walking on the boardwalk, and i was wearing these ridiculous horizontally striped, brown and yellow socks -- like a clown, or maybe the socks from some NFL uniforms of the 1960s.
i apologized instantly and started running back to find the shoes -- i didn't immediately realize where i'd left them -- while my colleague just rolled her eyes.
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according to the dream dictionary, this could mean a few things:
In general, shoes represent your approach to life. It suggests that you are well-grounded or that you are down to earth. It also represents your convictions about your beliefs. ... If your forget your shoes, then it suggests that you are leaving restraints behind you. You are refusing to conform to some idea or attitude.
i like this analysis ... but read on, and you'll see this:
To dream that you are not wearing any shoes, signifies that you have a lack of confidence in yourself and low self-assurance. You may be dealing with issues concerning your self-identity. Thus if you dream that you lose your shoes, then it suggests that you may be searching for your identity and finding/exploring who you are.
how, then, to interpret the dream? if i forgot to wear my shoes after the gallery, then i'm a rebel. if i lost my shoes at the gallery, then i'm adrift, unknown to myself, without a solid identity.
the self-referential part, though? in the dream, when i rounded the corner and found my shoes, sitting perfectly next to each other in front of the gallery window, i said "i wonder what this shoe thing means. i'll have to look that up."
i knew it was a dream ... and that's the part that i'm amazed by this morning. having the self-referential dream suggests to me that it's a story as much as it is me working out issues in my life. i wonder if everyone's dreams are like that -- little movies, complete with scenes, different camera angles, cut edits, etc.
three things probably sparked the dream: (1) i worry constantly that my more seasoned colleagues think i'm a novice at my new job -- they'd be right, of course, but i still worry; (2) i took amina to the airport last night and left the house in my slippers; and (3) i was messing around with final cut pro last night, cutting up some movie clips, just to see if i could do it well.
the other part of the dream involved steve jobs convening a panel of interesting people (of which i was one) for a seminar sponsored by target. each of us would be asked a question in our area of expertise, but none of us knew the question before he or she was asked by El Steveo. i was sitting next to jamie foxx, and he was the first one called upon -- to do a tap dance, of all things.
later in the dream, i was asked by steve to describe "the (jibberish word) experience of a website i recently paid for" ... that's not exactly what it was, because i can remember the scene being edited so that i could see the card he was holding ... but i started babbling about dot Mac, and the new webmail interface ... boring stuff, and steve kept giving me the "hurry it up" hand signals.
but the self-referential part: someone murdered jamie foxx by suffocating him with a stick of mitchum deodorant. and he was talking to me, and asked if i wanted the same thing to happen to me, and of course i said "no," and we just laid there, the murderer, jamie foxx and me, and i remember thinking "oh, i've seen this one before" -- as in another dream.
i couldn't find "mitchum deodorant" in any dream dictionary.
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