Baboon Dreams

I am not  proponent of analysing dream content for deep meanings.  If my dreams mean anything, they reflect my current degree of anxiety.  I had the funniest dream the other night, though, that I would like some Baboon help with interpretation. I should add that I had this dream  when I was particularly calm the night of Thanksgiving Day after a hectic month at work.

I was in a small house, at a party of some sort. Steve, Linda, LJB, Bill and other, obscured  Baboons were there. PJ arrived at the party with six enormous boxes of freshly picked garden peas still in their pods with vines attached. The boxes also had beautiful vases in them. While she doled them out to everyone, Bill was correcting my grammar in a very kind way as I spoke.

The scene shifted to a car with Steve and PJ. Steve was driving the car in a snow storm up a hill toward a group of building that were part of a college. It turned out to be a college I had attended. I took them around and introduced them to a psychology faculty member who is, in real life, an old college boyfriend from Buxton, ND who is a church organist and oboe player. He has never had anything to do with psychology. He was wearing academic robes.  We left the college and walked out in the snow, and Steve proceeded to explain the significance of various naturally formed snow and ice sculptures, Then I woke up.

That has to be the silliest dream on record. I have no idea what Freud would make of it.  I find it interesting that I dream about Baboons when I am  feeling  calm after hectic times.

If you were a psychoanalyst, what would you make of this dream? What is the silliest dream you ever had ?

39 thoughts on “Baboon Dreams”

  1. I know people have lots of ideas about dreams – I tend to think it’s my mind sifting through the detritus of my days. Even though this is Renee’s post, I saw it last night when I scheduled it to run today, so was thinking about dreams before I went to bed.

    And then I had a VERY strange dream about telling people that I was moving to Los Angeles to “combine two stores” (no recollection about what kind of stores). I also remember trying to get an adjustable desk at the right height and telling someone that I only took the job so I could meet Martha Stewart. Hmmmmmm. I’m pretty sure the moving and adjustable desk had to do with the fact that for the next month I’ll be working out of Building 5, since yesterday Building 4 (where my department is located) had a big fire and we can’t go back in yet. But why Martha Stewart?

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  2. Some of my silliest dreams have involved American presidents. Just about all recent American presidents have had star turns in my dreams. In one dream a demented George W Bush chased me from room to room in a huge Victorian home, shooting at me with his pistol. At some point in the dream I had an epiphany: “I shouldn’t worry so much. It’s JUST George Bush!”

    My favorite presidential dream involved that special effect when one image slowly alters and then alters more until it morphs into a new image. In a dream I had in the 1980s the face of Jimmy Carter slowly altered until it became the face of Eleanor Roosevelt. I woke up after thinking, “Damn! This confirms my dad’s worst fears. Jimmy Carter is just Eleanor Roosevelt come back again!.”

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      1. My dad was a small town Republican businessman in central Iowa. His social attitudes were a lot like those of other guys in business at that time and place. He used to share stories with me about FDR and his “socialist” tendencies. And he was far harsher on Eleanor, reflecting old fashioned ideas about a woman’s place in society. She was WAY too uppity and leftist for his tastes.

        It amuses me to remember how I received those stories as a kid. I adored and respected my father to a degree that sure isn’t common now. But even as a kid I thought his political thoughts were crap. I didn’t say so, but I didn’t believe those stories. He told me that FDR wanted to join WW2 but couldn’t sell the war to the nation, so he intentionally allowed the Japanese to bomb Pearl Harbor. That was a common Republican myth. I didn’t for a second believe it.

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  3. My dreams typically have little to do with my real life, even to the extent that they seldom include people I know. Last night I dreamt I had painted three large canvases and they were colorful and decorative but aimless and I was going to paint over them and start again but first I had to figure out what it was I wanted to paint. (Okay, this does have some resonance in my conscious life). So my dream was about the quest to find suitable subject matter for my paintings and I finally decided I would paint vintage appliances—toasters, vacuum cleaners, etc.—from interesting and dramatic perspectives. Actually, I think that’s not a bad idea.
    I once had a dream where I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe watching while railroad boxcars were being pushed off the roof of a nearby building. Analyze that!
    Also one where I was climbing a mountain of mud with the British royal family.

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    1. You were ever so nice about it. You also said some very funny tbings that I told myself I wanted to remember, but of course I forgot them as soon ad I was fully awake.

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  4. Husband has a sleep disorder which causes him to be able to move when he dreams. People aren’t supposed to move when they dream. His dreams are usually nightmares, another sleep disorder, unrelated to trauma. I try to wake him up when he starts muttering and thrashing so that he doesn’t scream or hit out with his fists. On a couple of occasions he dreamed he was playing football. When that happened he dived out of bed, taking all the covers with him. He said he made the first down.

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    1. Is it a scientific fact that people usually aren’t able to move while dreaming, and that it’s considered a sleep disorder if they do?


      1. Knock on wood. That’s a dream I’d dismiss instantly upon waking.

        Sometimes when I wake up from a dream in which I’m struggling to solve some practical problem without success, it takes me a while after I’m awake to realize that I can quit thinking about it. It’s always such a relief when I realize, it was only a dream. On the other hand, when I’m having some tender and wonderful dream, the afterglow of it usually lingers into my waking state – and I’m in no hurry to dismiss it.

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  5. dreams are usually fun. I have a lot of dreams of theater of course. And for a while there was water. (In your dreams, it makes a difference if the water is clean or dirty and how deep it is. Most of mine have been shallow clear water.
    And lots of dreams where I’m fighting off gangs of people.
    I think that stems from high school where I had a lousy habit of mouthing off to people bigger and meaner than me. 🙂

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  6. Funny, last night I dreamed about Renee and her husband.I have never met Renee or even seen a photo of her, but just yesterday I did see a photo of her husband. At this point the dream is almost completely gone from memory, but when I woke up, I wondered how I knew the people in my dream were Renee and her husband. I do recall that the dream had something to do with food (no surprise there).

    I have lots of bizarre dreams, but I don’t remember them if I don’t make a conscious effort to write them down upon awakening, and I rarely do. While I’m not into dream analysis, there are many of my recurring dreams that I attribute to my ongoing bowel issues. Time and time again, I wake up from a dream where I’m in some large shopping center frantically looking for a bathroom. I also have recurring dreams of being lost on a university campus while searching for the classroom where an important exam is taking place. In a variation of that dream, I’ve found the classroom but I’m so poorly prepared for the exam that I don’t know the answers to any of the questions.

    Question to Steve. Do you write your dreams down, or do you have some other method of remembering them? With a very rare exception, my dreams drift away within an hour of waking. Just wondering.

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    1. Thanks for the question, PJ. For a time I wrote notes on my dreams. One morning I woke up knowing I’d had a great dream and had written a note. I read the note, which said “Something about a duck with propellers instead of feet.” That was so stupid I quit writing notes.

      Like you (and most people) I often forget dreams, even the interesting ones, after a week or so. But some dreams are not only vivid but memorable, and those get locked up in the memory vault.

      I’m a storyteller. To a degree, my memory is just like anyone else’s. But when I hear or experience a good story, my memory locks on to that with a grip that still amazes me. It helps that I’ve made a hobby of trying to recall the past, for each memory that comes back reinforces the whole act of recalling things. I’ve often done tests to challenge the accuracy of memories, especially memories that seem extremely unlikely, and those tests have encouraged me with their accuracy. This is about the only hobby I love and can afford!

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  7. Wow, this dream has everything, Renee – a party w/ friends that apparently cause you no anxiety, a former boyfriend (in costume!), grammar police, snow art, and fresh peas! I have NO idea – if I had time I’d look them all up…

    Silliest dreams… For one, I used to wake up after screaming at the top of my lungs at an out-of-control room of kindergarteners.

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  8. I can’t resist revisiting the coolest dream I ever had. In the dream I got an assignment to write a story about a fishing club near Saint Cloud that was making a splash by managing their lands and waters in a radically traditional way. When I arrived at the club’s lodge I was impressed by the fact that the lodge and all the members’ fishing gear was traditional: long bamboo rods, ancient reels, wicker creels, etc. When we got to their trout stream it was filled with fish of a size not seen since the 1920s. When I looked around I was astonished to see that the trees and skies and river all had the color and general look of an Art Nouveau painting. In the 1920s outdoor magazines were illustrated with paintings, not photos, and for a while the hot look was Art Nouveau. Visiting that club’s ground had really taken me back in time, and that is the only time I have dreamed in a particular artistic style.

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  9. Like PJ, i still have the dreams that I am in grad school and have forgotten to go to a class all semester and then find that it is finals time. i also have the dream that there is an emergency of some sort and I try to phone for help and my fingers keep slipping off the key pad and i can’t get a call through.

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  10. OT – Language blunders are the source of much amusement in our household. Today a comment Hans made on FB was particularly funny.

    He has recently taken up painting, and has been posting photos of his finished “art” to FB. Yesterday he posted a photo of his most recent (fifth) painting. It’s a night street scene from a small town in SE Iowa. The painting is reminiscent of an Edward Hopper.

    Several people have commented on his paintings, and encouraged his efforts. An American friend, who was an exchange student to Sweden many years ago, commented in Swedish on this latest one: “”Hopper liknande!”. Hans wrote this reply: “Thank you, Dana, for recognizing my feeble attempt to immolate the master.” I laughed so hard when I saw that that Hans asked what was so funny. When I told him what immolate means, he, too, cracked up. He has since corrected his reply to Dana, which is too bad, because I think many of his friends would have gotten a good laugh out of this mistake. English ain’t easy, but we’re getting there, one word at a time. 🙂 I’m laughing with him, not at him; I’ve made my share of silly mistakes in that department.

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      1. Renee, his English has come a very long way. He speaks and writes it better than a lot of Americans. As in the case reported above, the mistake is easily understood; the words emulate and immolate sound very similar and the difference in how they sound may not be discernible to a foreign speaker. I think accents have something to do with that mishearing, But what the heck do I know?

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