Tuesday, August 16, 2005
G-g-g-ghosts
We took our computer to the repair shop and kept it there last night, but somehow, it seems to not be completely alright. It is working for the moment, but I am sure that any second now, the "g"s will pop back up again and bug me.
Anyhow, we need a new keyboard. I don't know how they do it because it is a laptop, but I hope they don't keep it for a long time for nothing again.
I have had so many ideas to blog about this week, but I haven't had TIME to write it down on paper (typing is so much quicker) and I've been afraid to brave the "g" problem. Hopefully, now, our little computer is sleeping peacefully. I'm not sure it wasn't the "shock" of too much caffeine that did her in. She also seems to make a strange popping noise whenever I open new windows in anything.
I have been keeping a log on the dreams that I remember and am finding that this helps me a lot with some of the issues that I deal with that I don't even realize I'm dealing with. I love the psychology of dreams, as I don't much believe in the "prediction" in dreams unless they are given by God. I do believe that dreams mirror what happens to us in our waking life and are a reflection and possible solution to our chaos.
I had an interesting dream last night. I will give it to you in present tense, as that seems to be the thing you're supposed to do when telling dreams...
I am standing outside of the garag
e of an old haunted house that Karim and I have just bought and I am holding a baby girl in my arms. The house is a little frightening, but not nightmarish, and I enter it. As I am entering, the thought going through my brain is, "If I play the piano, it will chase the ghosts away." The house has a piano in it, but it is an old black console piano that has no keys and is broken up and unusable. However, in one of the broken places in the front, the hammers are exposed, some of which have been replaced by wooden coat hangers. I start tapping on the hammers (and hangers) and play a tune, all the time thinking that a piano is still a piano even when it's broken. I think to myself that the hangers make a fair substitute for the hammers even thought they play slightly off-key.
This is my interpretation: I feel that I have many "ghosts" running around in my psyche as a result of not being able to play the piano. (I still haven't played one since December). Many of the issues that are a part of my person were not there as a result of being a pianist, but now I am developing many "stress" issues from not having my "ready made stress reduction instrument" handy. Ghosts, according to American traditional beliefs are dead people's souls that are hanging around waiting for peace. Therefore, my issues are waiting to be "laid to rest". The statement, "If I play the piano, it will chase the ghosts away", therefore, is a fairly self-explanatory statement. The idea of playing the hammers tells me that I haven't lost the gift of music, and that I still have ways to prove my musical creativity. I just need to find my outlet. (That, to me, is such a positive message, it makes me feel very hopeful.) About the hangers? That could be just about anything...from "hanging in there" about my music hiatus, to having lots of "hang ups", to "hanging on" to my music.
I need to stop writing now, as I keep having to backspace out the "g"s. After tomorrow, I will be computerless for an unspecified gamougnt of time.g Therefore, I shall stop backgsgpagcin and get on withg posting my blog.ggg
Anyhow, we need a new keyboard. I don't know how they do it because it is a laptop, but I hope they don't keep it for a long time for nothing again.
I have had so many ideas to blog about this week, but I haven't had TIME to write it down on paper (typing is so much quicker) and I've been afraid to brave the "g" problem. Hopefully, now, our little computer is sleeping peacefully. I'm not sure it wasn't the "shock" of too much caffeine that did her in. She also seems to make a strange popping noise whenever I open new windows in anything.
I have been keeping a log on the dreams that I remember and am finding that this helps me a lot with some of the issues that I deal with that I don't even realize I'm dealing with. I love the psychology of dreams, as I don't much believe in the "prediction" in dreams unless they are given by God. I do believe that dreams mirror what happens to us in our waking life and are a reflection and possible solution to our chaos.
I had an interesting dream last night. I will give it to you in present tense, as that seems to be the thing you're supposed to do when telling dreams...
I am standing outside of the garag
e of an old haunted house that Karim and I have just bought and I am holding a baby girl in my arms. The house is a little frightening, but not nightmarish, and I enter it. As I am entering, the thought going through my brain is, "If I play the piano, it will chase the ghosts away." The house has a piano in it, but it is an old black console piano that has no keys and is broken up and unusable. However, in one of the broken places in the front, the hammers are exposed, some of which have been replaced by wooden coat hangers. I start tapping on the hammers (and hangers) and play a tune, all the time thinking that a piano is still a piano even when it's broken. I think to myself that the hangers make a fair substitute for the hammers even thought they play slightly off-key.This is my interpretation: I feel that I have many "ghosts" running around in my psyche as a result of not being able to play the piano. (I still haven't played one since December). Many of the issues that are a part of my person were not there as a result of being a pianist, but now I am developing many "stress" issues from not having my "ready made stress reduction instrument" handy. Ghosts, according to American traditional beliefs are dead people's souls that are hanging around waiting for peace. Therefore, my issues are waiting to be "laid to rest". The statement, "If I play the piano, it will chase the ghosts away", therefore, is a fairly self-explanatory statement. The idea of playing the hammers tells me that I haven't lost the gift of music, and that I still have ways to prove my musical creativity. I just need to find my outlet. (That, to me, is such a positive message, it makes me feel very hopeful.) About the hangers? That could be just about anything...from "hanging in there" about my music hiatus, to having lots of "hang ups", to "hanging on" to my music.
I need to stop writing now, as I keep having to backspace out the "g"s. After tomorrow, I will be computerless for an unspecified gamougnt of time.g Therefore, I shall stop backgsgpagcin and get on withg posting my blog.ggg
