Be careful what you wish for - you may get it!

I ended my last entry with a wish for intriguing dreams.  I have been having positively labyrinthine, byzantine nightmares lately, but I had a respite for about a week.  Last night, back they came.  I dreamt I became engaged to a childhood friend called Carl Morgenstern, who in the dream lived in Boston and was a Bostoner Chossid.  (In real life, I knew him in elementary school here in Princeton and I don't believe he was even Jewish.)

The eyelashes in my dream

were actually iridescent

blue and purple, and hung

down about 4"!

As the dream continued, it became increasingly clear that I had made a monumental error.  A variety of figures from my past, distorted and disguised in dream language, appeared and reluctantly warned me.  All kinds of other surreal things happened, including a woman coating my eye lashes with iridscent colors which weighed them down so that they hung over my eyes - they had become four inches long or so.  My eyelashes are long; occasionally strangers stop me and comment on them; but four inches?  No.

Lorenzo the Magnificent appeared in the dream unchanged from reality, and suggested I run for my life, so to speak.  But the shul I was in was in a train, somehow, that had gone to Linden (where ever that is) while I was preparing, and I didn't know a) how to get out without being apprehended and b) how to get home.  It went on, with all kinds of detours and recurring motifs from other dreams (being in a theater, trying to write and not being able to, asking for information and not being able to get it) and when I finally woke up, I was quite upset.

Apart from it being an understandable anxiety dream, I'm not sure what else was going on.  I'll write it down in my book and understanding will come later.

I have to say though, I'd rather have a not-so-pleasant dream than no dream at all . . .  the workings of the sleeping subconscious mind are so fascinating, no matter what!