Dreams, according to Freud, are a interconnection of all stimulus your mind juggled with recently. Last nights dream was a dream like this. The influence shaping the dream was watching an episode on zoo. The episode was the one where the birds start attack a lady with a baby in a park. and some hidden fear of birds. I was living in a run down appointment. My friend, Adam Simon, was living in the flat below mine. The dream featured a bald eagle. The bald eagle was eating my arm. Then the bird would fly threw Adams open window. So, with incredible strength, I grabbed the eagle. I then threw the bird into the oven. I did not want a bald eagle eating me.
My family then appeared. They were there for thanksgiving.
Then I had a conversation with Adam Simon:
Adam: That was my eagle.Me: Dude, the bird was eating my arm.Adam: But it was my eagle, my pet.
So this conversation was going to go nowhere... so of course I brought up Notre Dame Football because they were playing that day. They were playing my Colorado Buffaloes.
Adams dad was there for thanksgiving and I wanted to bring both Adam's dad and my dad together.
The dream ended with Notre Dame playing.
Adam's dad (the only Jew who loves Notre Dame) brought a bottle of fifty year old wine. A vintage brand.
My dad accepted the gift from the opposing camp.
And then there was a wishing of Happy Hanukkah to all involved.
