 1/04/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail Continuing with my contract with myself to report in monthly. Here it is January of 2010 and continue to push myself to do so before the month ends. I am almost word for word free associating to every element in the dream. This ometimes leads to childhood, other time to the space that I believe to be my present life, conflicts and wishes. I set aside an hour at least three days a week for the purpose. I notice that I am beginning to free associate silently to my self whenever some human interactions come to pass. While the goal was to understand myself I see evidence it is also helping me understand others. |
| Dream: I arrive late at the HP Computer assembly plant in Santa Clara, (where in the dream) I am to demonstrate my current company's new hardware and software products on the prototypes that are about to go into production. The facility is locate near an IHOP Restaurant. Somehow I am dropped off at the street and have to walk uphill carrying my bag of demonstration equipment, I pass a red and black colored guard house, something like one you would expect at a royal palace and arrive at the HP main building. The room set aside for this was empty when I entered. Someone there tells me that because I am late the meeting was cancelled and the company officials and gone for lunch at the IHOP restaurant and that I might catch up with them there. I feel disturbed and embarrassed at this and I puzzle how to on foot, to get through the heavy traffic running on state highway was between where I was and the restaurant I could see on the other side.(for some reason the guard house and blue roof of the restaurant where in bright color.) I try reaching IHOP on my cell phone, I get a recorded message that I am out of my access area. I go back and ask the guard, if he has any suggestions. Courteous and polite, he offers the advice to wait and that crossing the highway here is dangerous and illegal. I feel trapped and have visions of trying to explain loosing a major contract for my employer, due to my being late. As I wait, I, in my thoughts deny the possibility that I could be late and play with various explanations. Somehow then, I am standing outside the main building. A dog immaculately groomed with long glistening reddish hair approaches me. And friendly rubs his nose on my leg and looks up at me as if to see if I was reciprocating its need for attention and affection. I pet the dog and make some silly dog talk, just as if the dog understood every word I said. Suddenly two policemen grab me, ordered me on to my knees and have me put my hands behind me so they can handcuff me and then pat me down for weapons. (Just as in TV cop shows.) I protest- "..you people are making some kind of mistake." They laugh-'We got it on tape You stealing the company president's dog- -"-stay on your knees until the jail transport arrives." Then I am driven to the rear of the Santa Clara Police station, a large building, across from the local train station. Inside I was taken to a booking room, and was told to shut up and face the truth, that they had the notorious dog-napper. I am still handcuffed and my cell phone- now in the hands of a woman I think she is a prosecutor, it rings and with a sly smile she answers the call and trys to pump who ever was calling into revealing details about themselves and what part they play in the criminal activity. I gather from the talk. the call was from Grace, my former secretary. I loudly speak up: "Tell these people the police they have the wrong man!" I am shoved in a cell and to my surprise the dog is there and happily wags it tail as if overjoyed to be with me. On a bench, there are several outdated computers and with the dog close to me and watching, I try using the computer to pick up an Internet connection through the Starbuck Coffee Shop's, internet service, located just across the parking lot near the police station. This fails and I ask for my laptop and I am told it is being examined by forensics. A man comes to the cell door, and says he is an attorney. The dog snarls at him and won't let him in. He leaves offended as if it was me insulting him and says- " O.K. stay there." Suddenly, Steve Jobs from Apple Computer, [not HP and from miles away] appears and the dog goes ecstatic and it is obvious they belong together. He thanks me, takes the dog and leaves. I am released and told to get on the shuttle bus, #10, to the San Jose Airport, as if the police still considered me a person unwelcome or with criminal intent. |
| This dream has some strange kinks in it. First of all the HP company has been doing their own tests, and I would not need to go there at all. While I have had some dealings with Apple Computer, I have never met Steve Jobs in person. The dog so friendly, intelligent and attractive, I wish I had one like it. My psychologist friend has features that resemble the attorney. (some hidden resentment here? The police represent, maybe some father directed resentment-Oh! the female prosecutor! I must explore that issue.) The police charges represent some kind of guilt trip. Grace, so loyal and supportive. She stands for the mother, who would get me out of any difficulty, even if she had to lie to do so. However, she is out of reach here. What about the guardhouse and the blue restaurant roof and the dog in bright color? Why dog-napper and not something more plausible crime? |
| Of course I have a mass of personal associations to this dream that I am not reporting. But what I would like you to do: is to help me by sending me your associations or symbolic analysis. fateanalysisguy@gmail.com Put "Dog-Napper" in the subject bar. Thanks -Mountain Software Writer. |
