some family and i were hiking in montana. tried to get the world cup finals to come in at camp, moving rabbit ears and stuff. soon after finally getting the game, i was transported to being IN the game! played defender. the teams weren't countries... more like combinations of random people. the other team's goalie was the patriot and brewer samuel adams (and behind the corner kick flag he was keeping, and refreshing, his players with a huge wine stockpile). as the tie game neared the end, our team was given a penalty kick. the crowd was like a million strong i thought. cameras flashing all the bit. our penalty hitter hit the crossbar as the crowd gasped but i followed it in as samuel adams lay dejected. i knew that scene i was in would be the cover of all magazines. but i had to go play defense for the last 6:11 on the clock. the field morphed into somewhat of a hotel conference room look. i and some pirate were guarding a closet like goal. with about two and a half to go i swung and missed at a ball heading across our goal and the pirate was so disoriented by my miss he picked up the ball with his hands (penalty kick!). they tied it up and we went to overtime. during this time, the pirate and i were sneaking wine from samuel adam's stash. then, after a long time, we saw a little pop up tent type goal for them that was supposed to be manned by little bo peep (she was INSIDE the tent) was open and a teammate knocked it in, setting off a less that exhilarating win (were there still fans there?). i woke up.
An impressive dream by Sammy. No doubt he wanted, as he wants all his dreams, to mean, "You will be a professional athlete and everyone will marvel at all the smart writers you quote in your interviews."
Unfortunately, this is what I had for him:
some family and i were hiking in montana. tried to get the world cup finals to come in at camp, moving rabbit ears and stuff. soon after finally getting the game, i was transported to being IN the game!This is most likely due to Sammy's feelings of inadequacy toward electronics and other masculine things. He attempts to fix the television in a very masculine environment (Montana mountains) with people we all must impress (family). Yet, some part of him admits that he doesn't know how to fix things, and this is performed through his mixture of “fixing” and “getting sucked into t.v.”
played defender. the teams weren't countries... more like combinations of random people. the other team's goalie was the patriot and brewer samuel adams (and behind the corner kick flag he was keeping, and refreshing, his players with a huge wine stockpile).Note here the lack of geography. He started in Montana, then warped to another location. Then note the non-geographic players in the game. Yet he does have Samuel Adams, who obviously represents the East Coast. He is the only person here clearly from somewhere: Sammy came from Montana via a television, the players have no countries, and a pirate, by definition, is without country. Samuel Adams also represents the past. Given Sammy's constant harping on his ancestor Charles Brockden Brown, as well as his family background from New England, as well as the fact that he and Samuel Adams have the same name, I believe Samuel Adams is another Sammy in the dream.
as the tie game neared the end, our team was given a penalty kick. the crowd was like a million strong i thought. cameras flashing all the bit. our penalty hitter hit the crossbar as the crowd gasped but i followed it in as samuel adams lay dejected. i knew that scene i was in would be the cover of all magazines. but i had to go play defense for the last 6:11 on the clock.Theoretically he has a wonderful moment here. But theoretically I married Rachel and we live in a bird sanctuary, and call a modest pagoda made of $100 chips our house. His wonderful moment comes against himself, what we will call the Samuel-Adams-Sammy. This Samuel-Adams-Sammy is who he wishes he could be, as is evidenced by his “life-giver” role by giving out wine. Samuel Adams may have been a brewer, but wine in dreams is an archetype for reproduction and immortality. Even Sammy's dream knows this victory against the other team is hollow, as seen in the fact that the game is still over, and eventually goes to overtime.
the field morphed into somewhat of a hotel conference room look. i and some pirate were guarding a closet like goal. with about two and a half to go i swung and missed at a ball heading across our goal and the pirate was so disoriented by my miss he picked up the ball with his hands (penalty kick!). they tied it up and we went to overtime.Again, note the lack of geography. Even the playing field has been upturned, which is to say in this battle between Sammy and the Samuel-Adams-Sammy, he feels lost. The pirate is the ultimate nomad here, and he’s playing on Sammy's side, and he helps let in the goal against the self Sammy wishes he was, that is the Samuel-Adams-Sammy team.
during this time, the pirate and i were sneaking wine from samuel adam's stash. then, after a long time, we saw a little pop up tent type goal for them that was supposed to be manned by little bo peep (she was INSIDE the tent) was open and a teammate knocked it in, setting off a less that exhilarating win (were there still fans there?). i woke up.Part of Sammy's mind realizes he wants Samuel-Adams-Sammy to win. He is, after all, drinking from the latter's live-giving preserves. Thus Sammy and the pirate give up the goal. However, another part of him must battle this Samuel-Adams-Sammy, perhaps for the faux-masculine reasons that began the dream. Sammy's mind then comes to a compromise. He won’t let Samuel-Adams-Sammy win, nor will he let himself beat him. What he can destroy, in a kind of rage, is the most “real” Sammy Clifton: the little child who is scared and hiding about something he knows he’s lost (in his case, honesty, in her case, a rogue sheep). This also explains the “less than exhilirating win,” because, how could it be anything else? In the end Sammy didn’t even know what he wanted, so he chose to self-loathe.
As usual, the real interpretation to come from all dreams: maybe everyone else is as unstable as me.
