I am sitting in a room, waiting for an appointment. On the wall, there is a big painting with different people : Two girls have a fruit basket on their head, dressed as if they’re part of the Rio Carnival ; some men seem ready to go to the beach ; a Marylin-like girl is very glamourous ; all are smiling and seem very festive. Next to the painting, a fashion show is playing on the tv : male models walk across the stage, their clothes floating and –ing as they walk. Next to the tv, a fan is sitting on the floor, not connected to any power, therefore not blowing any air.
I think of the scene and it makes me reflect on my life. I’ve always wanted to travel, but never really did. Recently, I considered travelling away for work and for vacation, but I am ambiguous on doing so. The painting – with festive people in world settings – is a reminder of my desire to travel the world and live new experiences. The fan that is disconnected must be to blow air. It represents that I must take action, connect the plug so that air is blowing ; air blowing represents change, movement towards a goal, in opposition to stagnation. Air seems to blow in the clothes worn by the fashion models on tv, these models seem to be free and to walk in an important direction. At the same time, this freedom is illusional : those models are stuck in the tv, they are imprisoned in this black box. Similarly, the people in the painting are not free : they are eternal prisoners of the canvas. These two representations are reminders that the association between travelling and freedom is a chimera ; bringing me back to the ambiguity in which I am regarding my projects.
That is the interpretation of my dream. Oh, wait, I did not dream. The described scene is actually the environment I was in at the moment of writing this response…
I have to admit that my reaction is a bit exaggerated : Freud certainly had a point. The dreams come from somewhere, they are fabricated by the brain of the person who is sleeping, they are not the fruit of someone’s thoughts, concious or not. Therefore, they are not random like the scene I described above. However, the problem I have resides in the way interpretations of these dreams are made. As I tried to show, anything can be interpreted the way one wishes.
It reminds me of the way certain people interpret literature ; in the most original, unlikely manners. As a professor once told me, the meaning is written there, black on white.