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Thursday, July 07, 2005

Orange was the color of her dress

Had a funny dream last night. I was in a coffee shop in Mozambique named "Orange was the color of her Dress". It's a real place, and I have been there. It's in a small village named Villancoulis that only exists because it is a port for the Paradise Islands off the coast. There is a six star resort (a five star with its own airport) on the island, and the village on the mainland needs to have a few kitschy places for rich people to hang out while they wait for a boat.

Anyway, so I was there, with an old friend named Amanda who was at one time the spring in my step, the apple of my eye, the...well you know what I am saying. And she was wearing an orange dress that she once wore when she accompanied me to a friend's wedding. It was all very surreal. Juxtaposing in my dream, a place I once visitted, and an old flame with whom I have lost touch. I don't know what to make of it. I can't recollect any of the dialogue from the dream, but I know that we just sat and drank coffee in this shop in Africa.

If you have a serious, heartfelt interpretation of this dream I am open to it. Or if you are Steve, I guess you can leave a shallow joke ;)


At 4:31 p.m., Blogger Lisa said...

hmmmmm... Well here are some thoughts (not divine revelations=)

Having lived in an inner-healing centre for 3 years, I would first ask the obvious: Is it something from your past you haven't dealt with? (your relationship w/the ex?)
I'm curious how the dream felt? What were the emotions?

Of course we also had a guy named Herman Riffel teach at SW. He was all about the like "dreams as a refelction of your self" kinda thing.. He might say something like.. "Is your girlfriend some part of yourself that feels unfinished juxtaposed on a place you dream of being in?" ( I have no idea how you feel about your ex, or Africa but it's an interesting way of looking at dreams..)

Herman R. also sort of has a lexican of what certain things always mean in dreams.. I don't know if I agree with that, but I'd be interested to look up the colour orange.

At 4:53 p.m., Blogger Jake-M said...

the dream felt somewhat anxious. The scenario felt perfectly natural, but I wondered, almost to the point of worrying, what was going to happen next. I can't remember having any specific thing that I was nervous about, just nervous in general. And now that I am thinking about it, I remember a woman with really gross teeth. I'm sure it's a tableau of issues, but that's alright with me.

At 7:28 p.m., Blogger Sgt Steve said...

oh jezz I almost feel obligated to put something silly on here now.

You know, I had a weird dream awhile ago sorta similar to yours. In my dream I got married out of the blue to this girl I used to like back in the day and the setting was also in places from back in the day. I figured that God was speaking to me about our relationship, I'll spare you all the details. Maybe God wants to speak to you about a part your guys relationship, maybe that senerio in your dream is a metaphor for you and God. Dreams usually are metaphors I think. Or maybe it was just a wack dream. But if your like me, I rarly dream, and when I do and remember it clearly, God is saying something. Or maybe you should buy an orange dress and give it to an African named Amanda and tell her not to be nervous when she drinks coffee...or not.

Maybe seeing you soon dude!

At 11:18 p.m., Blogger wilsonian said...

What an amazing name for... well anything. "Orange was the colour of her dress"; makes me want to rush off and write a play or a novel or a poem or a song, or open a restaurant. Yeah!

But alas, no thoughts on the dream, other than she missed out both times :)

At 8:25 p.m., Blogger Jonathan said...

Jacob Murphy is one of my tallest friends.

At 2:35 a.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jake-o: I call it the accepted parameters of the fourth dimension.

Wilsonian: How about an opera libretto? (which of course can seem a lot like an epic poem/play or whatnot) Give me about 10 years and I'll get around to writing the score...

And as I responded to Sir Puddle's blog, I quit this love thing for 2 years. And then 8 years after that I'll write an opera about Jacob's Dreams-there's gotta be a concoctable connection between your dream and Jacob son of Isaac's combat experience. Alright that one isn't a dream, but man the Upton song is awesome!

Definitely the 4th dimension...


At 7:30 p.m., Blogger wilsonian said...

handel... an opera libretto? You go! It's starting to sound like an event, how about somewhere outdoors in the evening, with immense images interpreting the music projected behind the musicians...

A little wine, a little food...

LOL! Yes, this is a most fabulous title :)

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At 10:28 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

outside: maybe, but unlikely

immense images projected behind the musicians: I doubt it-the immense images would be the characters themselves and the plot itself-they are dreams after all. Honestly we can combine Jacob son of Isaac seeing a ladder to heaven and God making a covenenant with him, with Jacob of son of Isaac fighting with God to bless him (which wasn't a dream, but it certainly is an immense image of striving), with Jacob Murphy entering the fourth dimension and getting the African girl in the orange dress-the striving can be the connecting thing, and he only gets the girl when he doesn't strive.

The connecting thread could be that inevitability is another form of reality (something God's really getting into me right now).

And the crazy part about it is that I'm serious. Now you'll have to wait for after I get my PhD/DMA in composition, but seriously this could work.

And thank you Mr. Murphy for letting me use your blog to brainstorm, let alone your dream and sticking you in a potential sacred opera.


At 9:27 a.m., Blogger Jake-M said...

Matt, Erin, I am so glad you both exist, and what's more, that you are my friends.

Lisa, maybe you can offer me an interpretation when you and Michael come visit?

Steve, you don't have to be silly if you don't want to. It seems Pudd can handle the extra work.

Pudd, nice one.

At 10:01 a.m., Blogger Andrew G said...

i think the Father is awakening your heart again; you're revisiting old places with a new perspective. I feel like he's given you wisdom on those old areas. I also feel like He's bringing back to life old dreams and promises that once put hope into your heart.

Dream, my friend. And hope.


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