The Dream: A young woman has decided to kill herself. She is
with friends; I am among them. There’s something theatrical about this
endeavor. What should I do? Ignore it? Try to stop her? I do nothing until she
takes some pills, then I call 911. I have difficulty getting through. First I
can’t quite see which buttons to push. My mini-computer becomes my giant cell
phone, and even in the dream I find this odd. At last I manage to get through.
The person answering the phone is very relaxed. We have a short conversation; I
explain the situation, but the connection is not good. I say I’ll call back,
wondering as I hang up if I’ll get the same guy. Or will I have to explain the
situation all over again?
I await the arrival of the medics; they are slow coming. No
one seems concerned about this potential suicide. As time elapses, the girl
comes around. I find out that her suicide “cocktail” consisted of a calcium
pill and a baby aspirin. I realize all this suicide drama has been overblown,
and I’m embarrassed over calling 911. I wonder how the medics will react once
they arrive at this nonexistent crisis.
Interpretation: Oh dear, someone isn’t getting enough
attention. Could it be me? In a slightly more serious vein, some part of me is
crying out for help and having difficulty getting through to others. I don’t
seem to have the right equipment: I’m using a computer as a cell phone. When I
finally do talk to someone the connection is not good. Is the dream a reaction
to doing this blog? After all, it’s communication through the computer, and I
have little way of knowing how it’s received. In the dream no one is concerned
about this potential “suicide.” If Carla
dies (stops writing this blog) would anyone care? Oh, woe is me!
