"Ok, Mrs. Mommy."
'Very Good, Mr. Gideon Morrow."
"Please call me Mist Gideon Morrow--because I'm not married yet."
"Miss is usually used for women."
"I didn't say miss, I said mist."
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
2011
Before I went to bed last night I "picked" one card to contemplate for 2011 as I drifted into sleep. I have lots of physical decks of cards -- but I like this site because it has a William Blake deck (I don't own it, it's rare and pricey).
I picked Reversal:
I didn't dream of poets.
I was at a beautiful house that was newly renovated. Dark painted walls with starbursts or swirls. A family that didn't appreciate what they had were living there, but the house was for sale and I wanted it. It was my dream home, but it seemed like it would cost way more than I could afford. The home was two buildings with a courtyard that I instantly loved. An old man who lived in the home was swimming in a wave pool. Then he was either washed or pulled away. He died. I tried to figure out how I could own this house. There were rooms that I could rent out to boarders although I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that. Maybe I could write more? Or write something that people would want to read and pay for.
I stood in front of a house surrounded by woods. I talked to a woman about my car. I told her it was running well, but it was time for an oil change and 10k check up. She gave me something that I thought was for my car, but she explained it would be for Gideon when he's old enough to have a car of his own. Then I saw my friend with his young daughter. He looked different, like he was in disguise. There were other people and families of differing backgrounds, some snapping pictures. I wondered what my new neighbors would think of all these different people living in the same house. My friend and I discussed all the amusement park rides around us. I said the old-fashioned style reminded me of Kennywood. I told my friend that there was a time when Kennywood was the biggest amusement park in the country and the Thunderbolt was the highest roller coaster. I looked up and saw that they changed the cars on the Thunderbolt. It now looked like an Amtrak train--completely enclosed. The ride didn't even look fun anymore. Too safe.
I picked Reversal:
Urizen, the Zoa of Mind, limited by pride and error, radically regenerates himself with this handstand. The soul chooses here to reverse and reinvent itself, rather than be controlled by nature. By contrast with the traditional Hanged Man, Urizen is poised in dynamic balance instead of passive suspension. This is a creative expression and synthesis of Urizen's dualism. The soul is in creative control, even though buffeted by the winds of change and personal challenge. Archetypal psychologist James Hillman has defined the soul's ability to create abnormality, suffering, and illness as pathologizing. Although frightening, it is through affliction that we can reach the gods. This card represents new vision through stress, coming to understand that "every natural effect has a spiritual cause."
Deliberately looking at the situation in a new way or from a different perspective. Brainstorming in a search for solutions. Turning things upside down, and being unconventional. Creative retreat into yourself. Acceptance of losses or reversals. Withstanding a difficult or uncomfortable position.
I didn't dream of poets.
I was at a beautiful house that was newly renovated. Dark painted walls with starbursts or swirls. A family that didn't appreciate what they had were living there, but the house was for sale and I wanted it. It was my dream home, but it seemed like it would cost way more than I could afford. The home was two buildings with a courtyard that I instantly loved. An old man who lived in the home was swimming in a wave pool. Then he was either washed or pulled away. He died. I tried to figure out how I could own this house. There were rooms that I could rent out to boarders although I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that. Maybe I could write more? Or write something that people would want to read and pay for.
I stood in front of a house surrounded by woods. I talked to a woman about my car. I told her it was running well, but it was time for an oil change and 10k check up. She gave me something that I thought was for my car, but she explained it would be for Gideon when he's old enough to have a car of his own. Then I saw my friend with his young daughter. He looked different, like he was in disguise. There were other people and families of differing backgrounds, some snapping pictures. I wondered what my new neighbors would think of all these different people living in the same house. My friend and I discussed all the amusement park rides around us. I said the old-fashioned style reminded me of Kennywood. I told my friend that there was a time when Kennywood was the biggest amusement park in the country and the Thunderbolt was the highest roller coaster. I looked up and saw that they changed the cars on the Thunderbolt. It now looked like an Amtrak train--completely enclosed. The ride didn't even look fun anymore. Too safe.
correction
It was brought to my attention that I neglected to include Charles Jensen in the Reb Livingston Dream Poet Anthology 2010. This was an error on my part. According to my records, I dreamed of him 9 times in 2010 on the following dates:
DECEMBER 30, 2010
NOVEMBER 12, 2010
AUGUST 30, 2010
JULY 28, 2010
JUNE 9, 2010
JUNE 7, 2010
APRIL 30, 2010
APRIL 17, 2010
MARCH 16, 2010
My apologies to Charles Jensen. His omission has been rectified.
DECEMBER 30, 2010
NOVEMBER 12, 2010
AUGUST 30, 2010
JULY 28, 2010
JUNE 9, 2010
JUNE 7, 2010
APRIL 30, 2010
APRIL 17, 2010
MARCH 16, 2010
My apologies to Charles Jensen. His omission has been rectified.
Friday, December 31, 2010
guess the dream poet - part 4
Guess which poets listed (or possibly omitted) in the below dream anthology belongs in the blanks.
I'm at a table with other people. We have to decide whether or not we're going to enter into some kind of challenge. It's four parts and there are deadly consequences. For the first challenge we have to select a particular button on a dog's collar. If we don't agree to to accept the challenge, the dog blows up. If we do, we have to press the accept button on the collar. __(poet 1)__ is participating in the challenge, but I also suspect that he's the one behind it. We press the button to accept the challenge and save the dog's life. Two women are controlling the mouse, this is being timed, the second thing we have to do is click on the button to proceed or __(poet 2)__ blows up. The decision is made last minute, each woman has selected a different button. I'm not sure if that's an accident or intentional meaning if they had different opinions or just weren't working well together. We decide to save __(poet 2)__ although it seems likes the button was clicked a second after the deadline and now I'm wondering if perhaps the dog and __(poet 2)__ might not have really exploded. Maybe __(poet 1)__ is just using the threat of explosion as an incentive.
* * *
I get on a rocket ship. __(poet 1)__ is in charge of the launch. I put on soft rubber shoes and special protective goggles to get ready for take off. I notice that in my bag there's double and I assume I'm supposed to share with __(poet 2)__ who's in the pod to my right. I notice in the pod to my left is Chris, aleep. I didn't realized that Chris was coming too. There's a real chance that we might never come back, so I quickly write a last will and testament on my cell phone in regard to Gideon's care. I also note that whoever gets Gideon, gets all of our money and possessions to take care of him. I try to email this to family members, but I'm not sure if I typed in the emails addresses correctly. I panic, I get off the rocket and hurry up and try to finish the will and leave copies that can also be found.
* * *
There was a national writing cabin, but it burned down. The Obamas had a new one built. It's beautiful and amazing. It was one of the first things they did when he got into office. Obama said, "put (the large amount) on the credit card and tell them I said to do it."
I'm considering renting a writing cabin. Either the national one or another that's relatively close by or one in Vermont that's far away. I'm thinking about announcing it and inviting other writers. I consider telling ______ we're full if he/she asks to join us.
* * *
I see _____. I'm very warm and affectionate with him/her. He/she tells me I'm pronouncing his/her name wrong. I'm pronouncing it ______as I saw him/her once explain in an interview, but he/she says it's pronounced something like O -Tn - O. I keep trying to say it, but I'm not sure I'm saying it right. I tell ______ about a writer who is even a bigger, more obnoxious self-promoter than he/she is. Then I introduce ______ to Chris. _____ makes a comment about Chris' sideburns looking really American. I say that Chris is really American, except he doesn't watch football. I give _____ a kiss goodbye. I try to say his/her name again, look back to ask if I said it right, but _____ is already sitting at a table working, so we keep going.
I'm at a table with other people. We have to decide whether or not we're going to enter into some kind of challenge. It's four parts and there are deadly consequences. For the first challenge we have to select a particular button on a dog's collar. If we don't agree to to accept the challenge, the dog blows up. If we do, we have to press the accept button on the collar. __(poet 1)__ is participating in the challenge, but I also suspect that he's the one behind it. We press the button to accept the challenge and save the dog's life. Two women are controlling the mouse, this is being timed, the second thing we have to do is click on the button to proceed or __(poet 2)__ blows up. The decision is made last minute, each woman has selected a different button. I'm not sure if that's an accident or intentional meaning if they had different opinions or just weren't working well together. We decide to save __(poet 2)__ although it seems likes the button was clicked a second after the deadline and now I'm wondering if perhaps the dog and __(poet 2)__ might not have really exploded. Maybe __(poet 1)__ is just using the threat of explosion as an incentive.
* * *
I get on a rocket ship. __(poet 1)__ is in charge of the launch. I put on soft rubber shoes and special protective goggles to get ready for take off. I notice that in my bag there's double and I assume I'm supposed to share with __(poet 2)__ who's in the pod to my right. I notice in the pod to my left is Chris, aleep. I didn't realized that Chris was coming too. There's a real chance that we might never come back, so I quickly write a last will and testament on my cell phone in regard to Gideon's care. I also note that whoever gets Gideon, gets all of our money and possessions to take care of him. I try to email this to family members, but I'm not sure if I typed in the emails addresses correctly. I panic, I get off the rocket and hurry up and try to finish the will and leave copies that can also be found.
* * *
There was a national writing cabin, but it burned down. The Obamas had a new one built. It's beautiful and amazing. It was one of the first things they did when he got into office. Obama said, "put (the large amount) on the credit card and tell them I said to do it."
I'm considering renting a writing cabin. Either the national one or another that's relatively close by or one in Vermont that's far away. I'm thinking about announcing it and inviting other writers. I consider telling ______ we're full if he/she asks to join us.
* * *
I see _____. I'm very warm and affectionate with him/her. He/she tells me I'm pronouncing his/her name wrong. I'm pronouncing it ______as I saw him/her once explain in an interview, but he/she says it's pronounced something like O -Tn - O. I keep trying to say it, but I'm not sure I'm saying it right. I tell ______ about a writer who is even a bigger, more obnoxious self-promoter than he/she is. Then I introduce ______ to Chris. _____ makes a comment about Chris' sideburns looking really American. I say that Chris is really American, except he doesn't watch football. I give _____ a kiss goodbye. I try to say his/her name again, look back to ask if I said it right, but _____ is already sitting at a table working, so we keep going.
guess the dream poet - part 3
Guess which poets listed (or possibly omitted) in the below dream anthology belongs in the blanks.
Chris and I drive past a bunch of large red "clay" snakes (large, cobra shaped). We try to avoid the snakes, but we get to a large house where we meet the Queen. We try to deceive her as we get away. We run, we try to avoid the snakes, running on the road, but they're there too. There's small room that we tried to escape out of. The door has a small hole in it. I have some type of poisonous spray--Chris is angry that I didn't tell him that I had it earlier. We could have trapped the Queen in the room and filled it with poison. I go towards the Queen. In it's human form--it's ______. I start to spray her with the poison, but she has her own poison spray and she sprays me back. I become consumed and begin to fall.
* * *
There are monsters all around and nobody is allowed to fight them. We're all terrorized. I start fighting them with the help of ______. There's a penalty for fighting the monsters, but I don't care. I fight the monsters like they were fought in ancient literature. I invoke Beowulf and other mythology. There's a baby that lures people near it, but when it gets into the water, it's a large monster. The key to killing this monster is killing it as a baby on land. I shoot the monster baby.
There are three animals that help us fight the monsters. One is a cat that can turn the monsters into stone. Another animal has four teeth that are numbered. Now we're really taking care of the monsters.
A vote is held -- most people are going to vote against the elders. We agree that we all need to fight the monsters.
* * *
I come home and find _____ having sex with a woman on my stove. ______ is my husband. I go upstairs feeling very depressed and sad. A man comes out of my bathroom. He's good looking, well-built and his name is Don. He also has scars and scratches on his chest. I think I'm supposed to recognize him from somewhere.
* * *
__(poet 1)__ is leaving message on my cellphone tormenting __(poet 2)__ about __(poet 3)__ and __(poet 3's)__ penis. Like they're his lovers competing, or maybe __(poet 1)__ is punishing __(poet 2)__. I wish the messages would stop.
* * *
I meet up with _______. He/She criticizes my nails, how I removed my nail polish, how I didn't get off all the polish under my nails, how they're dry. I look at them and see that one needs to be filed and another one's tip is only attached by a small piece. I remove it. He/she says I'm pronouncing his/her name wrong, which surprises me. He/she says everyone in VA does. His/her name is pronounced like (poet'sname)elk, which is difficult for me to say, but I try.
* * *
_____ is driving a car in Leesburg. He/she gets out and lets me drive. I get into the front seat with is full of snow, everything is covered in snow. Maybe this is a convertible. I'm having a difficult time reaching the pedal or finding the wheel. My body doesn't fit the mold ______'s body made in the snow.
Chris and I drive past a bunch of large red "clay" snakes (large, cobra shaped). We try to avoid the snakes, but we get to a large house where we meet the Queen. We try to deceive her as we get away. We run, we try to avoid the snakes, running on the road, but they're there too. There's small room that we tried to escape out of. The door has a small hole in it. I have some type of poisonous spray--Chris is angry that I didn't tell him that I had it earlier. We could have trapped the Queen in the room and filled it with poison. I go towards the Queen. In it's human form--it's ______. I start to spray her with the poison, but she has her own poison spray and she sprays me back. I become consumed and begin to fall.
* * *
There are monsters all around and nobody is allowed to fight them. We're all terrorized. I start fighting them with the help of ______. There's a penalty for fighting the monsters, but I don't care. I fight the monsters like they were fought in ancient literature. I invoke Beowulf and other mythology. There's a baby that lures people near it, but when it gets into the water, it's a large monster. The key to killing this monster is killing it as a baby on land. I shoot the monster baby.
There are three animals that help us fight the monsters. One is a cat that can turn the monsters into stone. Another animal has four teeth that are numbered. Now we're really taking care of the monsters.
A vote is held -- most people are going to vote against the elders. We agree that we all need to fight the monsters.
* * *
I come home and find _____ having sex with a woman on my stove. ______ is my husband. I go upstairs feeling very depressed and sad. A man comes out of my bathroom. He's good looking, well-built and his name is Don. He also has scars and scratches on his chest. I think I'm supposed to recognize him from somewhere.
* * *
__(poet 1)__ is leaving message on my cellphone tormenting __(poet 2)__ about __(poet 3)__ and __(poet 3's)__ penis. Like they're his lovers competing, or maybe __(poet 1)__ is punishing __(poet 2)__. I wish the messages would stop.
* * *
I meet up with _______. He/She criticizes my nails, how I removed my nail polish, how I didn't get off all the polish under my nails, how they're dry. I look at them and see that one needs to be filed and another one's tip is only attached by a small piece. I remove it. He/she says I'm pronouncing his/her name wrong, which surprises me. He/she says everyone in VA does. His/her name is pronounced like (poet'sname)elk, which is difficult for me to say, but I try.
* * *
_____ is driving a car in Leesburg. He/she gets out and lets me drive. I get into the front seat with is full of snow, everything is covered in snow. Maybe this is a convertible. I'm having a difficult time reaching the pedal or finding the wheel. My body doesn't fit the mold ______'s body made in the snow.
guess the dream poet - part 2
Guess which poets listed (or possibly omitted) in the below dream anthology belongs in the blanks.
I'm running down the street to get to the radio station. There's people everywhere. I consider asking someone to do the show with me. I see ________. I ask him/her if he/she would like to say bitchy stuff about poetry on the radio. ______ agrees.
* * *
My clothing store, which is a lot like a Banana Republic, is about to open. I go there still wearing my pajamas to set up, unlock the door, turn the lights on, etc. My store is right next to _______'s store. I look at my display and compare it to _______'s. My clothes are more expensive, better quality, but they look the same, same style and colors. I try to change up my display to make it look a little different, I grab a pair of pink slack to put on it, but see that _______ has pink slacks too.
* * *
I make _______ a bridesmaid in my wedding. I make him/her carry a banana.
* * *
A man is in some kind of trouble with the law and is hiding out in an apartment building. He dies. His accomplice is in trouble too. He/she is sick. His/her face is covered in nail polish. It's _______. He/she is lying on the floor of the apartment.
* * *
I'm sitting on the floor, leaning up against a wall with my college roommate and ______. ______ makes reference to some lines in his/her book about garlic and my dismissive response (something about it being small and slight in my mouth, it almost sounded like I was referring to a small penis). _______ reads the lines. I shake my head and say I don't know what he/she is talking about. My college roommate looks at me like I'm stupid, even she knows what _______ is talking about. While I didn't immediately recognize the lines, I do know what he/she talking about, but insist that I don't. I am struck at how at the time of writing, I was totally dismissive and possibly even mean in my response. Eventually I say "look, it's been years since I read your book and I don't remember it." I spent a lot of time and energy trying to forget that stuff so he/she shouldn't be trying to make me remember. He/she seems really hurt, but I shrug. I seem heartless and cold. I'm OK with that.
* * *
I'm running down the street to get to the radio station. There's people everywhere. I consider asking someone to do the show with me. I see ________. I ask him/her if he/she would like to say bitchy stuff about poetry on the radio. ______ agrees.
* * *
My clothing store, which is a lot like a Banana Republic, is about to open. I go there still wearing my pajamas to set up, unlock the door, turn the lights on, etc. My store is right next to _______'s store. I look at my display and compare it to _______'s. My clothes are more expensive, better quality, but they look the same, same style and colors. I try to change up my display to make it look a little different, I grab a pair of pink slack to put on it, but see that _______ has pink slacks too.
* * *
I make _______ a bridesmaid in my wedding. I make him/her carry a banana.
* * *
A man is in some kind of trouble with the law and is hiding out in an apartment building. He dies. His accomplice is in trouble too. He/she is sick. His/her face is covered in nail polish. It's _______. He/she is lying on the floor of the apartment.
* * *
I'm sitting on the floor, leaning up against a wall with my college roommate and ______. ______ makes reference to some lines in his/her book about garlic and my dismissive response (something about it being small and slight in my mouth, it almost sounded like I was referring to a small penis). _______ reads the lines. I shake my head and say I don't know what he/she is talking about. My college roommate looks at me like I'm stupid, even she knows what _______ is talking about. While I didn't immediately recognize the lines, I do know what he/she talking about, but insist that I don't. I am struck at how at the time of writing, I was totally dismissive and possibly even mean in my response. Eventually I say "look, it's been years since I read your book and I don't remember it." I spent a lot of time and energy trying to forget that stuff so he/she shouldn't be trying to make me remember. He/she seems really hurt, but I shrug. I seem heartless and cold. I'm OK with that.
* * *
guess the dream poet - part 1
Guess which poets listed (or possibly omitted) in the below dream anthology belongs in the blanks.
I find a chair and sit down. I see __(poet 1)__. I pretend to be asleep. I'm concerned he/she is going to approach me. He/she goes away but I still feel like he/she will be back sometime and then he/she is back. __(poet 1)__ starts the ritual and I'm the focus. __(poet 2)__ and __(poet 3)__ are assisting. I'm really shocked to see both of them, especially __(poet 2)__ who I thought would never in a million years become friends with __(poet 1)__ again. They're all around me, holding me, hugging me, trying to get me to forgive and like __(poet 1)__.
* * *
I'm in ______'s apartment. There's a really old radio and an old television. I comment about the radio being older than my Grandmother's and point out that she had a black and white TV until the mid-80's. The only show ______ watches on the television is the Facts of Life.
I offend ______. I said "fucking" for emphasis. I apologize. I tell ______ that I have a son and an trying to cut back on my swearing. ______ tells me he/she doesn't like being around that kind of language. Later on I'm speaking and I can tell that I offend him/her again. Apparently using the words "freaking" and "effing" also offend him/her. I'm a bit incredulous at this. That's how I've cut back my swearing, by replacing "fucking" with "freaking" and "effing." He/She doesn't think any of those words are appropriate.
* * *
I'm at a poetry conference. _______ is being creepy and forward. He tells me that he's left a trail food for me to follow to find his hotel room. I run down a hall and see the trail of food. There's actually several trials of different kinds of food, meat, cheese, bread. He must have been trying to lure all kinds of women. A police officer comes to arrest _______ and in all the confusion wants to arrest, or maybe just talk to me. It turns out that _______ has a stolen a lot of gold to lure women into his room. And the sex he was offering was without emotion or anything else.
* * *
I'm standing around a table with people who are supposed to be my cousins. My grandmother is sitting at the head of the table passing out gifts. She gives me my birthday gift: a little toy car with "smart" written on it. I show ________ the car and say "see, I'm smart." I also get a pencil. I put down my used Kleenex down and grab ________'s cheeks and tell him/her the difference between me and the previous generation is that I'll put down my snot rag down before I touch someone's face. ______ seems kind of grossed out. I tell him/her not to worry, that my hands are clean. But I know that they're probably germy.
* * *
I sit down at a cafe and __(poet 1)__ comes in with a friend. He/She sees me and starts to glare. His/Her friend asks if he/she would like to leave, but he/she decides to stay. I try not to look at him/her. I take out my notebook and write "psychic jealously" and right as I write "jealousy" __(poet 2)__ comes in and sits at my table. Now I remember, I'm here to meet __(poet 2)__. I wonder if __(poet 2)__ set this up and is trying to play __(poet 1)__ and me off of each other.
I find a chair and sit down. I see __(poet 1)__. I pretend to be asleep. I'm concerned he/she is going to approach me. He/she goes away but I still feel like he/she will be back sometime and then he/she is back. __(poet 1)__ starts the ritual and I'm the focus. __(poet 2)__ and __(poet 3)__ are assisting. I'm really shocked to see both of them, especially __(poet 2)__ who I thought would never in a million years become friends with __(poet 1)__ again. They're all around me, holding me, hugging me, trying to get me to forgive and like __(poet 1)__.
* * *
I'm in ______'s apartment. There's a really old radio and an old television. I comment about the radio being older than my Grandmother's and point out that she had a black and white TV until the mid-80's. The only show ______ watches on the television is the Facts of Life.
I offend ______. I said "fucking" for emphasis. I apologize. I tell ______ that I have a son and an trying to cut back on my swearing. ______ tells me he/she doesn't like being around that kind of language. Later on I'm speaking and I can tell that I offend him/her again. Apparently using the words "freaking" and "effing" also offend him/her. I'm a bit incredulous at this. That's how I've cut back my swearing, by replacing "fucking" with "freaking" and "effing." He/She doesn't think any of those words are appropriate.
* * *
I'm at a poetry conference. _______ is being creepy and forward. He tells me that he's left a trail food for me to follow to find his hotel room. I run down a hall and see the trail of food. There's actually several trials of different kinds of food, meat, cheese, bread. He must have been trying to lure all kinds of women. A police officer comes to arrest _______ and in all the confusion wants to arrest, or maybe just talk to me. It turns out that _______ has a stolen a lot of gold to lure women into his room. And the sex he was offering was without emotion or anything else.
* * *
I'm standing around a table with people who are supposed to be my cousins. My grandmother is sitting at the head of the table passing out gifts. She gives me my birthday gift: a little toy car with "smart" written on it. I show ________ the car and say "see, I'm smart." I also get a pencil. I put down my used Kleenex down and grab ________'s cheeks and tell him/her the difference between me and the previous generation is that I'll put down my snot rag down before I touch someone's face. ______ seems kind of grossed out. I tell him/her not to worry, that my hands are clean. But I know that they're probably germy.
* * *
I sit down at a cafe and __(poet 1)__ comes in with a friend. He/She sees me and starts to glare. His/Her friend asks if he/she would like to leave, but he/she decides to stay. I try not to look at him/her. I take out my notebook and write "psychic jealously" and right as I write "jealousy" __(poet 2)__ comes in and sits at my table. Now I remember, I'm here to meet __(poet 2)__. I wonder if __(poet 2)__ set this up and is trying to play __(poet 1)__ and me off of each other.
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