I thought of putting this in the General Monster Forum, because there is a Monster involved, or in the Tech forum because it's got engine issues, or the (defunct) politics forum. It doesn't go in the "Can't Sleep" thread, because I was sound asleep at the time...
So I decided to put it here, where I'll get thoughtful, serious answers. What ever could this mean?
Last night I dreamt of Monsters, both ours and a beautiful but broken S2R. The dream began well, riding (and flying a bit, just cuz we could) through the canyons south of our little Arizona mountain town. Somewhere along there the scene shifted to a short little hill in the Maryland Suburbs that I remember from my former bicycle racing team's traditional Sunday Ride. There beside the road was a stunning red S2R -- white stripe on the tank, Arrow pipes, classic Ducati Meccanica decals. Dead as a doornail. The owner just happened to be the Member of the U.S. Congress I worked for back in the late '80s/'90s who digs classic American cars but, to the best of my knowledge, has never been on a motorcycle. He was huffing and puffing trying to push this bike up the short steep hill into his driveway.
My Monster disappeared off into dreamland somewhere, and I bent my back to help him push, one hand on the nicely-chopped tail. No beer trays here! Initially we were pushing the bike up the grass at the side of the road, but that was really tough going so he steered it onto the nearest concrete -- the curb, which we balanced the bike along for a good hundred yards or more, digging for traction all the way up, me wondering the whole time why we didn't just use the shoulder of the road.
We hit the top of the hill, and I hopped on the bike to coast downhill into his driveway and stopped in a little courtyard beside his house. That was about when I noticed that the front brake lever went all the way to the grip without any real resistance. Hmmm, make a mental note to tell him to bleed that sucker. And what's this? Clutch lever is bad too (shorty Pazzo levers, now that I think about it -- more cool stuff I wish we had on OUR bike!) and needs attention.
I trace the clutch line down to the slave to see if it's leaking, but can't find the clutch slave. Can't find the open clutch on the other side, either. In fact, can't find much of anything I recognize down there, because the more I stare at it, the less the motor looks like an L-Twin of any description and the more it looks like a Honda. Not an inline four, not an inline two -- a single-cylinder Honda lawnmower motor. Complete with a little gas tank on the front & a pull-cord starter.
I get really worried that the drop-dead gorgeous 20-something girl who lives nearby might come by and think this is MY bike and I'll have to explain why it's got a lawnmower engine in it. And fairings. Somehow it got fairings added between the time I rolled it into the courtyard and now. This dream that began so wonderfully wound up rapidly spiraling into nightmare.
Tell me, doc, what does this all mean?
stop eating right before bedtime. :P
Yeah. Especially cheese.
*Puffs on his cigar*
"Tell me about your childhood..."
Maybe it's about post-modern reality, or the vapidity of government promises, or your fear of a cheapened Ducati lineup stealing your mojo.
Or, you know, maybe it's not.
I'm just curious why the girl in my dream was genuinely impressed when I explained 'debt monetization' to her. Does that really happen? :P
the S2R is YOU ;)
the s2r......is his mother
"If it's not one thing, it's your mother."
This is how my red and white S2R dream went...
Peewee's disturbing clown dream (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7kw0WiUB5c#normal)
i sailed away to china
in a little rowboat to find ya!
I had the most vivid dream last night I was in the carribean swimming with sea turtles.
It was make the beast with two backsing awesome.
Then I woke up to my doberman breathing in my face.
it would appear that you have a thing for Barney Frank
S stands for socialism
2 stands for the letter to
R stands for Republican
Barney is bikecurious and you are there to help him see the bike light.
and ultimately you will help fix the economy as well.
[laugh]
Quote from: DuCaTiNi on November 23, 2009, 02:09:20 PM
the S2R is YOU ;)
Then what would the tiny honda engine represent?
Quote from: Johnny OrganDonor on November 24, 2009, 05:54:00 AM
Then what would the tiny honda engine represent?
The jarring, impersonal reality of post-modern American existence. You see, the "everyone's-a-celebrity" world of so-called 'reality television' has left us with a feeling of inadequacy to the task and blah blah blah art critic mumbo-jumbo blah blah......
Quote from: cyrus buelton on November 24, 2009, 03:58:55 AM
I had the most vivid dream last night I was in the carribean swimming with sea turtles.
It was make the beast with two backsing awesome.
I have that dream every weekend. Except, its real! I live in the caribbean and swim with effin sea turtles!
I had one of the strangest dreams this last week as well.
I was at a bar with a bunch of old, old friends. A lot of other trivial stuff happened, but the weird part was I fell asleep in my dream, at the bar, and then woke back up in the bar the next morning, undressed, with a blanket over me. I have never fallen asleep in a dream before....
I chalked it up to codeine cough syrup, although I have a lot of vivid dreams anyway.
Quote from: zarn02 on November 24, 2009, 06:28:26 AM
The jarring, impersonal reality of post-modern American existence. You see, the "everyone's-a-celebrity" world of so-called 'reality television' has left us with a feeling of inadequacy to the task and blah blah blah art critic mumbo-jumbo blah blah......
Or perhaps, it could represent a more primal manifestation of sublimation in a phallocentric Freudian context expressed by deep seated anxiety:
"I get really worried that the drop-dead gorgeous 20-something girl who lives nearby might come by and think this is MY bike and I'll have to explain why it's got a lawnmower engine in it."In actuality, the subject may be overcome by his fixation and fail to embrace and actualize his own mulching prowess. It's a classic internal conflict of id v. superego; however, the introduction of the congressman does reveal a subtext of perversion.
Quote from: Johnny OrganDonor on November 24, 2009, 07:53:30 AM
Or perhaps, it could represent a more primal manifestation of sublimation in a phallocentric Freudian context expressed by deep seated anxiety:
"I get really worried that the drop-dead gorgeous 20-something girl who lives nearby might come by and think this is MY bike and I'll have to explain why it's got a lawnmower engine in it."
In actuality, the subject may be overcome by his fixation and fail to embrace and actualize his own mulching prowess. It's a classic internal conflict of id v. superego; however, the introduction of the congressman does reveal a subtext of perversion.
when did putting mulch down come into the dream? ???
;D
Quote from: KnightofNi on November 24, 2009, 08:07:18 AM
when did putting mulch down come into the dream? ???
;D
Note that the subject identifies the tiny engine, that he is afraid to reveal, as a
lawnmower engine not just a small motorcycle engine. This is highly significant, suggesting a latent desire to explore alternatives (mulching) that are more suited to a demented psyche. Electroshock therapy is clearly indicated.
Quote from: Johnny OrganDonor on November 24, 2009, 08:23:07 AM
Note that the subject identifies the tiny engine, that he is afraid to reveal, as a lawnmower engine not just a small motorcycle engine. This is highly significant, suggesting a latent desire to explore alternatives (mulching) that are more suited to a demented psyche. Electroshock therapy is clearly indicated.
i feel that mulching is a stretch. maybe the lawnmower engine inside of a powerful bike is more indicative of the fear that he is losing his hair and is afraid to cut it.
Quote from: KnightofNi on November 24, 2009, 08:27:44 AM
i feel that mulching is a stretch. maybe the lawnmower engine inside of a powerful bike is more indicative of the fear that he is losing his hair and is afraid to cut it.
I'm relying on authoritative Wikipedia literature that concludes that we must assume the most antisocial outcome; hence, mulching rather than simply cutting. The fear of cutting his hair that you describe is an interesting postulation and it does explain certain deviant facets.
i apologize, i didn't realize you had access to the power of wikipedia.
however, i do feel that some things are less complicated than they may present themselves to be.
i do however agree with your thoughts on the deviancy. especially sexually. i mean, he did post it on the internets.
You know, I'm a lot more inclined to pay a shrink that tells me what I actually want to hear...
Want weird dreams? Try Maleria Meds (mefloquin or some such). It's been causing all sorts of good ones.