Who are these people that interpret dreams? I know many psychoanalysts in the past became famous by attaching some sort of meaning to your dreams, but in what way does this constitute a form of mental help?
Sure, Freud and Jung could sit you down on a couch and tell you that the mental image you experienced of yourself chasing a chandelier through a wormhole that resembles an endless line of rubber boots that deposited you in Newark means that you're displeased with your progress in life.
Really? Displeased with progress in life? I'll bet that if you planted me in downtown Newark I couldnt throw a spicy Italian meatball without hitting 30 people displeased with their progress in life. Have you ever been to Jersey? Its an awful place. Not to mention, if they were happy with their 'life progress' before they just got smoked by a meatball, so its probably going to skew the stats a little.
Couldnt it just as easily mean that you should lay off the taquitos before bed or that you should really cut back on that last hit LSD or double check that the cocaine you've been buying is really as pure as that upstanding coke-fiend dealer of yours claims it is?
Or is it just entirely arbitrary? Ravens mean death and floral patterned chesterfields mean three cheese pizza?
So WTF is the significance of the chandelier? I dont have any particular fondness for chandeliers, so even if this one escapes, however improbable, I really dont care, so why am I interested in chasing it through an unreasonable number of obstacles to a final destination I'd rather not be at? Did they just conveniently omit that because pulling out 2 total BS explanations in one session is really taxing the quota? It might get hard to explain if they keep it up?
The 'mark' might get wise to the dodge?
Why rubber boots? To keep the fecal stench of Newark off of you? Doesnt make sense. I mean, it makes sense to some degree...but not that much.
I've never even been to Newark, how did all of these landmarks get into my head?
Is the whole concept of dream imagery and psychoanalysis an elaborate hustle? A huge con? You bet your ass it is.
First of all, most people forget about whatever the hell they were dreaming about seconds after they wake up so odds are that whatever you're telling Captain Jackoff in the over-stuffed armchair over there is a huge crock of BS too.
I've thought about going to this therapy and just coming up with the weirdest nonsense I can think of just to mess with psychiatrist, but that stuff is expensive, they dont operate at bargain basement prices. Besides, I'm somewhat concerned about the consequences of really delving that deep into my psyche....God knows what you might let out of there and once its out it probably isnt going to want to go back....but I suppose in some sense thats not really my problem, I'm probably better off without whatever is in there.
Besides, they wont even let me into the office after last time....I fell asleep on that ridiculously comfortable lounger they've got in there and had the weirdest nightmare I've ever experienced in my life.....after which I promptly jumped up and punched Professor Dorfelmeier in the gut screaming at the top of my lungs:
"Where the hell were you on that one ######BAG??"
And to think....I know people with psychology degrees....
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When I was in junior high I had a dream that my gym teacher had gone insane and kept our gym class hostage in the change room while the SWAT team was outside trying to take him out.
He was a nice guy who probably got into the job because he got to play sports all day instead of doing any real work. But I was always a little leery of him after my dream.
I'm single and I'll be spending Valentine's day eating Swiss Chalet alone in my room and then gorging on cookies after.
I wish I could get swiss chalet....
I dont even know where the closest one is, maybe if theres one in Airdrie, but no way in hell im driving to Calgary just to get some chicken and chalet sauce...mmmmmm chalet sauce....chicken.....GOOD!
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am I the only one who thinks Swiss Chalet food is terrible? I've gone a few times and the chicken is always overcooked.
Go for the leg. It's harder to overcook dark meat.
I think Swiss Chalet has gone WAY downhill compared to what it used to be. Back in the days of tin foil containers you'd open it up and it would be overflowing with awesome fries, part of a good sized chicken and a really tasty toasted bun. The only issue was the container of sauce was too small for the amount of food they'd give you so you'd have to order extra sauce.
Now the plastic container is underfilled with inferior food.
I wish I could get swiss chalet....
I dont even know where the closest one is, maybe if theres one in Airdrie, but no way in hell im driving to Calgary just to get some chicken and chalet sauce...mmmmmm chalet sauce....chicken.....GOOD!
Just go to the grocery store and buy one of their rotisserie chickens and buy a package of the Chalet sauce, it's usually with the package gravy. Tastes about the same. Swiss Chalet without the drive or the tables of screaming children!
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While it might look crappy, it's from JP's Chips, formerly at Hunt Club & Merivale, now on Baseline near Clyde. It's AWESOME.
If it was still at Hunt Club and Merivale I'd venture to it on my drive to Toronto tomorrow, but Baseline and Clyde... ls a little further away from me and not exactly along the way (not the way I take anyway)
I used to hate having to drive through Ottawa. Trying to get from Kemptville to Pembroke (or vice versa) sucked in the mid-90s. Looking at Google maps, it looks like 416 would alleviate those issues now, but in spring '96 the was no "good" way.
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If it was still at Hunt Club and Merivale I'd venture to it on my drive to Toronto tomorrow, but Baseline and Clyde... ls a little further away from me and not exactly along the way (not the way I take anyway)
There's a JP's Fries at Hunt Club and Merivale now but it's not supposed to be as good. I think all the suburban chipwagons close for the winter anyways. And I can't imagine poutine being the easiest food to eat while driving.
and my car is in an attached garage to my townhouse.
