The Greek Dance group is practicing at my house. Apparently they decided to use my house since I have enough space, and I have many rooms in the shape of circles. This is convenient, since most Greek dances are circular in nature. It is a particularly important dance practice because the group has been invited to travel and dance ON THE MOON. Exciting. There is one girl in the dance group that everyone hates and who is constantly doing things contrary to the Greek Dance Group Code of Conduct. She has already been kicked out of the group once. She is late and so the dance group is discussing whether they should kick her out again. In order to travel into space, to dance on the moon, there is a lot of teamwork and trust involved, and they are worried that she poses a safety threat. People in the group are afraid of confrontation and don’t know if they will follow through on kicking her out, even though they know they should. They ultimately decide they will indeed kick her out, but say they need one more person for the Kalamatiano (something about needing enough bodies and gravitational pull, since you don’t really need a certain number for this dance on Earth). I offer to fill in, but I am worried that I am a little bit sick. The girl everyone hates comes very late, after it has been decided that I will dance. She says no one is stopping her from going to the moon. The dance group calls a scientist/doctor who is an expert in traveling through space. He confirms the idea that a team-based approach is needed and this girl won’t work. He is concerned about our safety. She continues to practice with us anyway. He then turns to me and asks if I am experiencing a lot of tension, because he notices my foot and leg are constantly moving. I tell him they are always moving, this is nothing new. We then start talking about my illness and he looks in my throat, asks me some questions. He says he is worried I might have mono. I gasp, and tell him I’ve had mono in the past. He nods solemnly, as to confirm this diagnosis, since mono can reemerge after lying dormant.
Ok, this is a dream with some attachment to reality! My husband and his family have participated in traditional Greek dancing since they were young, and his cousins and sisters still perform. I do know how to dance the kalamatiano. I constantly move my leg/bounce my knee. I have had mono (and it can come back). And, there must be a kernel of truth to the idea that dancing on the moon’s cratered surface without the correct configuration/velocity/whatnot would result in people flinging off into the abyss. I don’t know if I have ever had another dream with so many ties to my waking life.
SPACE: Dream Forth tells me that to see or dream that I am in space indicates that I am a very inquisitive person who enjoys seeking the truth and that I form my own opinions and beliefs rather than adopting those of others. I would like to believe this is true, even if the only evidence I have is my disagreement with my husband about how often the bathroom needs to be cleaned (Truth: Not as often as he thinks) or my own opinion about how often the lawn and bushes need to be manicured (Truth: Never. Lawns and shrubbery are not important). I refuse to blindly adopt the believe of my
husband snooty neighbors in this matter! I’m such a obstinate wife truth-seeker.
DANCING: Dream Moods informs me that dreaming about attending or going to a dance indicates a celebration and your attempts to achieve happiness. Hooray! Celebrations are good (unless they are fake celebrations, like the kind we have at the beginning of staff meetings). Let’s celebrate scrapbooking! And samosas! And bacon! And fuzzy kitties that snuggle! And coffee – oh glorious coffee! And yoga! And Girls Weekends! And wine! Oh yes, lots and lots of cheers for wine! All things I indulge in for the sake of sanity. And all synonyms for happiness.
MONONUCLEOSIS: Dream Forth says that to dream of an illness signifies despair, objectionable adjustment, and an emotional collapse. The illness may be a way out of my incompetence in coping with a situation. In this case does that mean my incompetence in coping with the weak gravitational pull of the moon whilst kicking up my heels? In reality does it mean constantly being crouched in the shadow of the black dog? Wait, wait, wait. Celebrate happiness, remember?! That merriment seemed incredibly short lived. Hm. Maybe my attempts are futile. Ah, to hell with it. Let’s still celebrate a crack at happiness with some wine, shall we? Or, should we just drown our sorrows in it? Either way, cheers.
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31 thoughts on “Dream # 10: Greek Dancing on the Moon and Mononucleosis”
Yay for celebrations! Always fun. And a lot better dream then say being shaved by monkey’s while trying to swim away from sharks in a newspaper boat. Oh good, I’m really tired and my mind is going to strange places.
Hahaha I’m so glad to know there are others out here who are just as strange as I am.
I’m not sure why my mind always fails to realize that your blog is mostly about your dreams, but for some strange reason, every time I start to read on of your posts, even though they are labeled with ‘dream’, I think they are real and I get confused. I’d like to apologize for being simpleminded. Carry on.
Oh, maybe one day I won’t tell if it is a dream or reality and see what people think….hmmmm….
I could totally visualize this dream as you described it. Very wild indeed. I can’t recall ever dreaming about being on the moon dancing OR illness. Hmmm… The illness thing I find interesting–an escape from despair. I’m surprised I have NOT dreamed of illness! I wish I remembered my dreams like you do.
Hope you sleep better tonight!
Maybe you HAVE dreamed of it, but don’t remember? Or maybe you are just gloriously happy at all times (and if that is the case, I will admit I’ll probably give you dirty looks over my martini glass as I drink my despair away).
I’m sensing a need to escape and have some wine. I have a last, partial bottle of Witches Brew . . . better come over, quick!
I didn’t know your blog was about dreams and was immersed in your dream-like writing, and captivated – and then understood it was a dream.
I’ve had many technicolor dreams and spent years learning about how to translate them via Jungian archetypal dream symbology, and ancient Greek mythology.
So I loved this post. Unexpected. (-:
Really?! That is fascinating! Let me know if you have a more accurate translation for any of my dreams. My analyses are pretty much crap. 😉
I’m really mad at the late dancer. How dare she jeopardize the safety of the team AND try to oust you from your newly appointed position. So selfish! I’m glad she got the boot.
Also, I’ll bet a lot of dancers can’t keep their legs from bouncing around. Occupational hazard.
I appreciate you backing us up on this one!
A very interesting dream, to say the least. I don’t know if I have ever dreamt of having an illness, nor of dancing. However, I do know I have been to space once or twice in my dreams. Scary place. Lots of stars and stuff.
I’d love to hear your space nightmares. I’m trying to picture a scary star….
What an interesting blog you have. You write about your dreams and analyse them – cool! I’ve always wondered about my dreams and what they mean. Some are just downright ridiculous.
Interesting dream you had here. I’d say with this one, just focus on the dancing 🙂
Point taken. Focus on the positive!
Clearly this dream is telling you to drink more wine. Keep some by your bed!
Good idea. I need a wine cooler.
Did the girl that was always late and not a team-player look like Lindsay Lohan? I wonder if throwing a celebrity into the dream-analysis mix would change the interpretation?
What a bizarre dream, nonetheless! And nevermind my completely random comment… I have really bad PMS right now 😛
Maybe this non-team-player was her Greek doppleganger.
Um, I agree with your shrubbery philosophy and bathroom cleaning schedule slightly. As in shrubbery can be ignored until yours looks like the house where the Beverly Hillbillies reside, and bathrooms must be cleaned when all the boys in your house get crazy with the pee.
Oh, yes. If there are pee sprays, immediate cleanup is needed.
Do you really dream this vivid and often?? I never remember my dreams. You write beautifully btw.
Thank you! Yes, I remember dreams really vividly about 3-4 times a week, and the other days I remember a little, but not enough to write them down in a coherent way. A lot of times the more vivid the dream, the more tired I am in the morning. Thank goodness for coffee 😉
Wow. I haven’t had a dream that interesting in…I dunno…years? All I dream about is the kids missing the bus, or the cat getting out of the house, or my hair falling out. Good times.
The hair falling out has to mean something!!
Holy hell… that is amazing! I never remember the good ones, I only remember the creepy freaky ones I wish I didn’t remember! Well done!
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Let me know if you have a good one to share! (if it is possible to have a good creepy freaky dream). Thanks for stopping by!
Pour me a glass of that wine, would you? I’ll toast to your dancing and your happiness!
Thanks! Will do.
I can never remember any of my dreams. Except when I’m pregnant. So weird, I know.