And it is all about audience participation!

So, talking to a very funny friend of mine about this weirdo dream I had (more details in a moment), I came up with a brilliant idea. Our limited knowledge of Jungian dream theories paired with transcendent creativity and a knack for bullshitting led us to some interesting conclusions, that were both silly and enlightening. My idea after this discussion was that I would post some of my weirder dreams on Mandounette and let you readers go wild with your interpretations. I really do believe that dreams are powerful communicators that make use of minute details and impressions that our conscious minds, overworked and distracted, don't have time to process.

I have had some real doozies in my lifetime. Many have heard of my May 2001 dream where I watched a building implode in NYC and saw hundreds of yuppies panicking about their lost palm pilots, only to realize in the end that being alive was much more valuable than all of their possessions, or the one where I was the 8-year old Estonian niece of a female serial killer who murdered her victims by suffocating them with a hot glue gun. As you can see, I need your help. Be wise, be creative, be funny, be serious. Analyze me! Share your own dreams and we'll pick your psyche apart. It will be fun! But please, please, please participate. Otherwise it will be a failure and I'll never know why I was riding that killer whale to save my mother, who was drowning in 2 feet of water because she was drunk (that's one of my favorites from childhood; and, just for the record, my mother has probably drunk a total of 4 wine coolers in her life).

So here it is, the first dream. It isn't as linear or detailed as some of my dreams but there are images that are very vivid and elements that scream out for interpretation. Here goes:

I found a frog in the woods by my apartment--a big fat one, healthy and moist and green--and took it home with me. I placed it in a box and tried to feed it and take care of it. A few days pass, I come home and find it in the box, completely white, like E.T. when they find him by the riverbed, but still alive. I realize that I must save its life, that it isn't too late, but it is in critical condition. Incapable of deciding on a plan of action, I wake up, having done nothing and filled with an overwhelming sense of desperation and sympathy for the poor creature.

So what does it all mean??? I await your brilliance.