I Dream of Bowling

Before I forget, I wanted to note down the unusual, slightly disquieting dream that I had early this morning.

I was making a long-distance trip by car–from where or to where I don't know–when I decided to take a break. I decided to go bowling. [?]

I paid my money, chose a bowling ball, and put on bowling shoes. I walked along the lanes, which were arranged in a circle for some reason, pin end towards the center.

All of the lanes were occupied. Few were occupied by people bowling; most were occupied by people sitting in the lanes at tables eating their lunch or doing paperwork. [!]

I was irritated, but not over much, that I would not be able to bowl. I went back to the front desk, explained that all the lanes were occupied, and that I would therefore like a refund of my $2 fee. [A remarkably small fee for sure, but it seemed quite normal in the dream.]

My money was refunded without argument. I said goodbye and left the bowling alley, heading towards my car to continue my trip.

My dreams are usually of the sort where I am required to get from point A to point B within a certain short time and as I try to make my way an endless array of bizarre obstacles appear to thwart my progress; physically the feeling is one of trying to walk through a swimming pool filled with something viscous, like molasses. If there is a message there it's not too hard to figure out even without Freud's help–if I even believed in Freud's Interpretation of Dreams (which I read years ago and found amusing but wholly unscientific and unbelievable).

However, I feel somewhat confounded by this odd image of not being able to bowl.

Posted on March 14, 2008 at 23.41 by jns · Permalink
In: All, Personal Notebook

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  1. Written by rightsaidfred
    on Thursday, 27 March 2008 at 13.11
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    So…that was you I saw.

  2. Written by jns
    on Thursday, 27 March 2008 at 15.48
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    The operative question then is whether it was your dream I was in, or whether you were in my dream. Regardless, I probably would have said hello had I known what Dream-RSF looked like. You weren't the bowling ball, were you?

  3. Written by rightsaidfred
    on Friday, 28 March 2008 at 19.06
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    I usually don't anthropomorphise in my dreams, but I'll put it on the 'to do' list.

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