enosdrive (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} enosdrive) wrote,@ 2008-07-12 15:55:00 |
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Death Village Condominiums
I was driving by a bunch of newly built houses, out in the country, mind you, but they were all stuck together like row-houses, in order to save space. It reminded me of when I was driving down El Camino a few months ago, and there are a fucking million and a half new condo complexes springing up (too bad cuz they're replacing all the shops and restaurants, so Mountain View, Los Altos, and Palo Alto are turning into condoshitland). I nicknamed one of the condo complexes "Death Village Condominiums." The ones I saw today I nicknamed "Condo Hellish Death Land."
Jung sez that when you dream about clothes, you're dreaming about your Persona, or the public self. The self that you show to the world and other people, the self with all the social graces, and the like. Almost every time I dream about clothes, I'm having a hard time picking them out, and they're all frumpy. I wonder if my public self really is a more frumpier version of me (than the self I consider myself to really be). I mean, I wonder if that means that the self that I present to society is sorta bland and boring and ordinary and dull and plain and formal a little bit (cuz the clothers are usually a bit dressy). They ain't the type o' clothes I wear in real life. And it's funny I have so much trouble deciding which ones to wear. Sorta makes sense, what with the trouble I've had choosing a poopy career, and the like.
Now that I think it it, those dreams probably are pretty much on-the-mark, in terms of representing my persona. Funny, cuz most people I meet wouldn't describe me as bland and boring and ordinary and dull and plain and formal, but if they knew what the rest of me was like, they probably would realize that the self I'm presenting to them is more bland and boring and ordinary and dull and plain and formal than I really and truly am on the inside.
Sometimes, though, I dream about layers and layers of really colorful, really revealing tank tops that I'm wearin'. They don't cover enuff o' me, but I'm wearing about 3 or 4 at a time (the kind with spaghetti-string strap thingies). I wonder if that means that I wear my colorful emotions on my sleeve and that leaves me a little bit more naked than I'd like to be. Funny how different these 2 versions of the persona are. Oh, crap, I'm blathering too much.
I was driving by a bunch of newly built houses, out in the country, mind you, but they were all stuck together like row-houses, in order to save space. It reminded me of when I was driving down El Camino a few months ago, and there are a fucking million and a half new condo complexes springing up (too bad cuz they're replacing all the shops and restaurants, so Mountain View, Los Altos, and Palo Alto are turning into condoshitland). I nicknamed one of the condo complexes "Death Village Condominiums." The ones I saw today I nicknamed "Condo Hellish Death Land."
Jung sez that when you dream about clothes, you're dreaming about your Persona, or the public self. The self that you show to the world and other people, the self with all the social graces, and the like. Almost every time I dream about clothes, I'm having a hard time picking them out, and they're all frumpy. I wonder if my public self really is a more frumpier version of me (than the self I consider myself to really be). I mean, I wonder if that means that the self that I present to society is sorta bland and boring and ordinary and dull and plain and formal a little bit (cuz the clothers are usually a bit dressy). They ain't the type o' clothes I wear in real life. And it's funny I have so much trouble deciding which ones to wear. Sorta makes sense, what with the trouble I've had choosing a poopy career, and the like.
Now that I think it it, those dreams probably are pretty much on-the-mark, in terms of representing my persona. Funny, cuz most people I meet wouldn't describe me as bland and boring and ordinary and dull and plain and formal, but if they knew what the rest of me was like, they probably would realize that the self I'm presenting to them is more bland and boring and ordinary and dull and plain and formal than I really and truly am on the inside.
Sometimes, though, I dream about layers and layers of really colorful, really revealing tank tops that I'm wearin'. They don't cover enuff o' me, but I'm wearing about 3 or 4 at a time (the kind with spaghetti-string strap thingies). I wonder if that means that I wear my colorful emotions on my sleeve and that leaves me a little bit more naked than I'd like to be. Funny how different these 2 versions of the persona are. Oh, crap, I'm blathering too much.
