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Dream: Crooked Cops and Demon Babies

I'm a cop and I'm patrolling on the edge of town with my two male partners. They're both running for political office out of this side of town, because nobody who cares to vote lives out here; it's mostly abandoned train tracks and people so crushed by poverty that they could care less about cop elections. I think the other two cops are pretty worthless, but they're who I've been assigned to.

Behind us is an elevated train track, with a covered wooden bit. It's extremely rickety, but I'm exploring it while my partners stay outside near the car. I hear a shout from them and I go back outside. They're in a fight with a couple of perps that aren't quite human -- I can't focus on their faces, but they have long nails and teeth and pale, acne-scarred skin. I get the situation under control, by beating up the perp-demons and get them tied up with rope. I shove them into the back of the car and I send my partners back to the station, but since we picked up perps, there's no room in the car for me. They get in the car and go across a small bridge across a chasm, but I can't go that way, because the bridge knocks out behind them.

There's no way out but up, so I go back into the train structure, afraid that it's going to fall at any moment. I vault and spring my way up towards the top, surprised that the structure doesn't fall. I get to the last part that is inside and push myself through a trap door to the first level of train tracks (it is covered, like the lower level at Queensboro Plaza, although I don't have a sense that there are more train tracks above). I think to myself, "I should have known that something was wrong because the first thing I saw was a baby on the tracks." I look and there's a baby crawling along the tracks, but again, it's not really a baby because its fingers and toes are very long and bent and the nails stretch out like claws. But still, I'm a a cop, so I poke it twice, reluctantly and say, "Are you okay?"

The baby ignores me completely and keeps its slow pace crawling towards the wrong end of the tracks for me, so I pull myself through the trap door and move in the same direction that the cop car went. Out of nowhere, a ghost train appears, headed straight towards me and I wake up out of fear.

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Mr. Mxylplyx:

This dream is trippy, and pretty cool in a lot of ways. I'd like to hear you analyze it a little, if you have any ideas. What's the cop stuff about? What's all the chasing/searching/getting lost stuff about? What're the two demon perps about? What is the strange baby and the train about? You may not know, or even have a clue; strange dreams like this are often baffling. But if you do have any ideas, I'd be interested to hear what you think.

Oh, I can trace back almost all of the elements in the dream.

Cop with useless coworkers = frustrations about work, where I often have to take charge beyond the responsibilities of my job. The fact that the other two cops were male is particularly significant.

Baby = spent much of the previous week helping a pregnant friend with her toddler. Also, key in to generic feelings of "all my friends are married and settling down, but I haven't yet..."

Also, all the chasing and getting lost can be pretty easily applied to the feelings of being left behind (like life is some kind of race, which, of course, it's not).

So it's a bizarre dream, but it actually made a whole lot of sense to me. I told it to a close friend, who picked out the same elements that I mentioned above before I analyzed it at all.

What I think is interesting about it is that it picked up on things that I feel during conscious hours, but my brain normally rationalizes (coworkers are not actually useless, I shouldn't feel like I need to get married and settled down just because my friends are doing so). The dream presents it completely without rationalization and allows my brain to play with the root problem. I think Hartmann's thesis that we dream to work out the issues in our lives makes a lot of sense in context of this dream.

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