Thinking Aloud On a Sunday

Seasonal musings.

As it is the Sunday before Christmas, that was obviously going to feature to some degree today.

But first, another strange dream that I woke up thinking about on Saturday, not today. I thought the sheer madness of my recent dreams was down to having such a high temperature. But that had gone by Friday afternoon, so why I had this dream is beyond me.

I was in a nightclub. It was an old-fashioned club, like the ones you see in films from the 1930s. I was sitting at a table with a very attractive woman, who looked a lot like the actress Louise Brooks. We had cocktails to drink, in triangular glasses, and she was smoking a cigarette using a long holder, like they often did in those films. We were watching the show, which was a male singer crooning, surrounded by dancing girls in 1920s clothes. Later on, we left, and took a taxi back to a smart apartment somewhere in London. The taxi was a modern one, the sort you would see after the year 2000. In the bedroom, the woman started to get undressed, as I watched from a chair by the dressing table. When she undid her bra, instead of revealing plump breasts, it was full of pieces of multi-coloured Lego bricks that spilled out onto the floor. She laughed hysterically, pointing at the amazed expression on my face. Then I woke up.

Work that one out, if you can!

Christmas is in full swing. The arguments have started, the freezer is full of food, and everyone is already talking about ‘after Christmas’, as usual. Cards are still arriving, local houses illuminated, (not ours) and anyone you encounter is asking, “What are you doing for Christmas?” They don’t really care of course, but it is a conversational requirement at this time of the year. The weather has decided to not play along. No snow forecast for Beetley, (thankfully) just some cloudy periods, followed by heavy rain.

Let’s not forget those people alone at Christmas, or the recently bereaved who have no heart left for celebration. As we stuff ourselves, and open gifts, let’s try to remember why we have this holiday in the first place, before you open the bottles of drink, and rip at the wrapping paper. I’m not religious, but I still like to think about the excess, in the face of genuine poverty, and loneliness.

To those of you not around the blogs for the next few days, I send my seasonal best wishes from Beetley.

50 thoughts on “Thinking Aloud On a Sunday

  1. Oh, Pete. You and your dreams… πŸ˜€
    Hope you get through the festive season without too many arguments, upset tummies and aching heads! We don’t celebrate anyway anymore and this year it is far too soon after dealing with my M-i-L’s death for us to even have thought about. Hopefully Tesco will have a chicken left for us tomorrow, otherwise it may have to be a home-made pizza on Christmas day.

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    1. Jude, that sounds good to me. I want to swap Christmas with you! πŸ™‚
      (The arguments started three days ago…)
      The dreams are getting stranger as I get older, no denying that. Too much stuff accumulated in my head, I suppose.
      Whatever you do, have a lovely time doing it.
      Best wishes to you and the OH as always, Pete. xx

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  2. First dinner out of the way, old friends from Jersey and their visiting parents from the UK. Next one tomorrow, family, Christmas day a return visit from the friends who we had here today. Boxing Day friends coming over. I just wish it were over already. And to top it all we have a christening to go to on the 29th! I just hope that livers are on sale in January πŸ™‚

    As for the lego(ver) dream, keep taking the tablets!

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    1. I thought my Christmas was going to be busy. But yours is much worse!
      Still, you know what they say. “It’s for the kids”. And you’ve got two of those to entertain too. πŸ™‚
      Cheers mate, and love to all in Poland.

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  3. “Dear Pete. Thank you for coming back in time to have a fling with me. I appreciate that you find me so very attractive. However, I also know that I’m not particularly endowed in the chest department, and realize you couldn’t reconcile that with your strong desire for plump breasts. You wanted so badly not to be disappointed, and wished so hard that they would somehow become large, that your subconscious stuffed my bra with Legos so that you could construct my breasts to your liking. However, you saw immediately how ridiculously impossible that was to accomplish, and were shocked by what your own subconscious had done. The look on your face was priceless! I had to laugh! But I do hope you come back again in a future dream. Your subconscious and I are determined to come up with a solution. Maybe those Legos aren’t the answer. What about silicone gel?” (Louise Brooks)

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  4. Not going to attempt to interpret your dream, Pete! Prepaations for The Day are almost complete here. I’d hoped to have the house sparkling clean before son and partner arrived but as they have now seen it looking like a bomb hit it, I no longer feel the need to rush around with duster and polish. I hope you and Julie have a lovely time – and, of course, Ollie. He probably enjoys Christmas more than anyone πŸ™‚

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    1. He doesn’t like having to be left behind when we go visiting, and it’s a double-whammy for him, as we are going to a restaurant on the 25th too. But he will get new toys and extra treats to compensate. πŸ™‚
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  5. Much good Christmas cheer amigo. OK, that’s about as celebratory as I get. Now onto your dream. Please take a couch…

    The period of your dream- the 1920s and 30s -clearly indicates that it is a remembrance from your teen years. As for the replacement of breasts with Legos, this signifies a childlike approach to sex and that you view women as toys to reconstruct to your desired image. This I interpreted not from your dream as much as from your success in certain photo quizzes over the past year and I suspect a restraining order should find its way from the States to your box in short order.

    A Note: I am not a licensed psychiatrist, though I have many friends in the field that I have irked with interesting results. (I do have the ability to flee the scene of impending violence with great style.) Also, I have managed to annoy many Buddhists to the point where they have to seek out anger management therapy. Just my way of keeping the wheels of psycho-commerce turning. Everyone need a hobby.

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    1. On the other hand, I was considering that it was interesting your dream included Legos and not Tinker Toys. That may be significant. Then again, I was never able to play with the Erector Set without envisioning the saucy paperback cover of Mickey Spillane’s “The Erection Set”, so what do I know?

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    1. I’m sorry to hear that Josef has to work on Christmas Day. I know what that’s like. I doubt that will dampen your enthusiasm, Arlene, and I am sure you will have a lovely time with your family.
      Best wishes as always, Pete.


  6. Your dream sounds like the result of a mushroom tea…LOL Like I have said many times Christmas does not mean as much to me as most people…..I will be posting and reading over the next couple of days….but in case you take a break I wish you joy and good tidings….chuq

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  7. That’s your subconscious manifesting your conscious love for nostalgia,(living in the past 🀣) taking you backwards from 1930’s 1920’s and ending up with a mother figure providing the toys for your childhood. 🀣🀣🀣
    But then again, it’s probably about Brexit 🀣

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  8. Dear Pete, I wish you and your wife a peaceful and restful Christmas. Greetings from the rainy northern Germany.

    To your dream: I believe Mr. Freud would have found that very interesting. But did he already know Legos? πŸ˜‰

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    1. Thanks, Irene. We also have heavy rain! I hope you have a very enjoyable German Christmas, with lots of tasty gingerbread, and stollen cake. πŸ™‚
      Will you see Arne? If so, give him my very best wishes too.
      No Lego around in Sigmund’s time, so it’s a mystery.
      Best wishes, Pete.


      1. A mystery: yes that`s true!

        Arne is with his family about the Christmas days. I think we don`t see us this days. But via Whatsapp I will send the greetings to him.

        And yes, gingerbread and stollen, that must be! And marzipan, please never forget marzipan!
        Yammi, yammi.

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