Tuesday, February 8, 2011
A Psychoanalysts dream
It is taking me a lot longer to recover from a bout of Pneumonia from a couple of weeks ago, and I suspect that not getting enough sleep is one of the major factors. I can get to sleep OK, a fact my family could attest to, but I can't stay asleep.
Last night, I woke with a start on account of having a particular recurring dream. These dreams take on two main themes;
1/ I'm in a play of some sort and on the day of the opening performance, I suddenly can't remember a single word. As the deadline for the curtain approaches, I find myself scrambling around the back stage trying to find a script so I can at least find out what my first words will be. The closer to the opening curtain, the more demented I get until finally, I wake in a sweat and usually completely exhausted.
2/ I am off on a ski holiday, and the first morning finds me (and this is where it varies quite a lot), trying to assemble all the crap you need just to get out and onto a lift. Whatever the actual scenario, the results are the same. For instance, I get to the locker and my boots are not there. They might have been left on the bus, or in the ski shop, or back in the apartment, so I retrace my steps until I find out where they are. These shenanigans carry on at every stage something like this;
Find my boots but they have a broken clip.
Mend the clip, but no wax on the skis.
Wax the skis, but no lift ticket.
Buy a lift ticket, but gondola breaks down.
Take a bus across to the other side of the resort, but large lines are now forming at the lift station.
Etc, Etc, Etc
By the time I get onto the snow, I wake in a complete lather and feel as if I've just gone 5 rounds with Mike Tyson.
The strange thing is, neither of these things have ever happened. In my whole ski career and many performances in front of large audiences, I've never skipped a beat. Why then do these things haunt my sleep? I'm buggered if I know, but if anyone has any input, I'd be eternally grateful.