Right, it’s about time we find out what’s going on here.
For too long I have wept in the shadows from the trauma of that Rachel Stevens dream from some twenty-seven (possibly) years ago. I need to take the bull by the horns and try to interpret what my brain was trying to tell me at the time in my life. I was young, hormonal, somewhat deranged, floating in a puddle of filth.
When I need explanations I turn to the friend we all need; dreamdictionary.org. Let’s have a brief recap as to what happened:
“I’m somewhere on Garforth main street when I meet Rachel Stevens from up-and-coming pop group S Club 7. She’s a little bit alluring, somewhat flirty but mainly pushy. She’s very, very pushy.
She takes me up a flight of stairs to a fairly plain corridor with only one door and a wooden chair outside. She makes me sit on the chair and goes into the room behind the door. When she emerges, she has a plate of salad and a fork in her hands. She then proceeds to angrily eat the salad making constant eye contact with me throughout the whole experience.”
I hope I haven’t misremembered what could be a pivotal turning point in my life. Anyway, let’s turn to the dictionary for an insight into the troubled mind of a teenage youth.
First, let’s pick out the main points:
- Street, celebrity / singer, woman, stairs, corridor, wooden chair, salad, anger
Now let’s see what the dream dictionary says:
- Street – walking along on the street could imply our current life’s path. Take note of what is around you and write down all the symbols because it may have hidden gems that might help you out (I don’t remember anything).
- Celebrity – this represents our own desires to be noticed or unacknowledged potential that needs to be explored.
- Woman – According to Jung, a man dreams of his anima; the feminine within the masculine psyche that needs to be integrated. In dreams a women represents wisdom, love and protection.
- Stairs – there is nothing for stairs.
- Corridor – there is nothing for corridor.
- Wooden chair – when we dream of a chair it symbolises our need to take it easy. You need to take a break from you busy schedule and rest. You are working yourself to the bone and this dream is your unconscious tell you to calm down.
- Salad – there is nothing for salad, there is nothing for lettuce (I remember there was a lot of lettuce in that salad).
- Anger – there is nothing for anger, I also tried looking for ‘rage’.
Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
So, by meeting a celebrity woman on a street it meant that on my life path I wanted to be noticed. I don’t think Rachel Stevens represented wisdom, love or protection because she was so enraged with my very presence. If I was doing GCSEs or A levels around that time then the idea of taking it easy would make sense. Wanting to be noticed too does make sense because, shocked as it may be to hear this but, I wasn’t very popular during secondary school.
Huh. Maybe there is a little truth buried beneath the absurdity of it all.
12 comments on “Logical Dreamscape: that Rachel Stevens dream”
I think you can abandon dreamdictionary and just go back to the start of this post where you unwittingly solved the riddle of what this dream meant:
“I was young, hormonal, somewhat deranged, floating in a puddle of filth.”
We all know what pre-2007 Ian was like and my words are a very accurate description of him. I prefer my explanation though because it sounds more intelligent, with big words ‘n’ things.
We could probably find some bigger words to substitute for “hormonal” and “puddle of filth” if that would help.
Sure, why not? I’ve got five minutes. Go right ahead.
OK, how about:
“I was young, suffering an imbalance of endocrinal secretions, somewhat deranged, suspended in a miasma of ignominious introspection.”
I know that my response is common to a lot of what we do but, can we make money from this? I feel a lot of middle-class housewives would love a bit of this on their plate.
A bit of what? Hormonal teenage Ian? If they weren’t paying for it when it was fresh back in the 2000s they’re not going to start coughing up now for the reheated nostalgia version.
Reheated nostalgia is the best kind of nostalgia though. You know you shouldn’t but you do so anyway, like ghosts in the microwave.
Reheated nostalgia does seem to be all the rage at the moment. Maybe you’ll sell out stadiums across the UK with your Ian v Rachel Stevens Dream Reunion Tour and all the radio and TV shows will bang on incessantly about you like you were the most culturally important band of the 90s and not just some Mancunian chancers who had a couple of decent songs but mainly just ripped off the Beatles.
Can we have outdated talking heads like Paul Ross and Toyah Wilcox speaking to a camera about how my Rachel Stevens Dream changed their life or the world or something?
Absolutely. Also a comedian nobody’s heard of yet who wasn’t too expensive to book. And Rowland Rivron.
Yes! The world needs Rowland Rivron back. What a sorry, horrid, dark wet fart of a world we live in without his face and… and stuff.