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04:16:2005 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Swedish Suicide Parlor"
DREAM: Swedish Suicide Parlor
Stan and I were somewhere in some large city in some used record store (reocurring dream). There was a section with used magazines and various paper materials. I found an old postcard with Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd on it. I grabbed it. I think I bought it, but the dream changed. We were on Mulberry Street in Fort Collins near where we used to live on Grant Street. We were walking east. We were going to some funeral home where they also perform euthanasias. We were going to have ourselves killed. The weird thing was, we were on this suicide mission, but when we cossed the streets with turning cars, we were avoiding getting hit. I mean, why bother? I guess we really didn't want to die. Somehow we ended up at a woman's house who was about 60-70 or so. We didn't know her, but she was glad to see us. When we told her what we were doing, she suggested we go to some Funeral Parlor that began with C and sounded Swedish (Croneberg? something?) because they perform suicides there. She had adult children at her home who were visiting. They were 10-20 years younger than us. She showed us around her house. It was weird, but it was like we were living there...hard to explain. Somehow her kindness talked us out of the suicide plan. We had to leave. We wanted to thank the woman for her hospitality. I remember going to a yellow-colored bathroom with a weird lock on the door that I couldn't figure out. Someone walked in on me, but I wasn't in a compromised position or anything. Then I remember a bunch of small animals from a litter...tiny little 1-lb things with reddish-auburn long fur. I was at the top of a staircase, trying to prevent them from going down the stairs, but they tumbled anyway. I was afraid they were hurt. I don't know what kind of animal they were. I woke up shortly after that.
4 Comments
"The weird thing was, we were on this suicide mission, but when we cossed the streets with turning cars, we were avoiding getting hit. I mean, why bother?" A suicidal person want to be in control and end his/her life him/herself. Like mastrubating, not the same if you do it yourself and if some stranger do it to you. There's just a huge difference between getting killed and killing yourself.
Posted by Nico @ 04:18:2005:04:09 AM CST
But we were going to have the funeral parlor director kill us. He was like a Dr. Kevorkian (sp?), so we wouldn't have been killing ourselves anyway, so maybe it's different in dreams?
Posted by Ann @ 04:18:2005:08:04 AM CST
Well, yes - I guess dreams are not always filled with logic ;)
Posted by Nico @ 04:19:2005:06:04 AM CST
That's what makes them fun!
Posted by Ann @ 04:19:2005:12:14 PM CST
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