Orpheus on a Bus
Jun. 19th, 2006 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryLast night, or, more accurately, this morning, I had one of those dreams I actually remember, so I thought I'd write it down. I call it Orpheus on a Bus, for reasons which will soon become clear...
Yes, I know. ‘Odd’ doesn’t even come close, but it’s one of my dreams, right? The only ones I ever remember are the bizarre ones.
So, in this dream, many people lived on enormous buses that traversed the country. I really don’t know why they had such objections to living in houses that stayed right where they were, but there you go. In this case, ‘I’ (not actually me) was waiting for my father’s bus. I’d run away for some reason - I think I was a bit of a rebel - but I really needed my father’s help and I had some sort of loose arrangement with him that he’d be at this particular place at these particular times and if I ever needed to get back on the bus, then that was an option that was open to me.
So there I was, waiting. I do believe there was someone with me; some sort of bodyguard. We waited and waited... it was a bus-stop after all. But there was no sign of my father’s bus. Oh, did I mention that the bus contained a group of performers who travelled from town to town, putting on shows? Well, consider it mentioned.
Just when I was about to give up hope of the bus ever arriving, it finally turned up. I didn’t recognise it at first, because it was decorated in an entirely different fashion from the last time I’d seen it. But there it was, with Orpheus’s Performing Whatever (yes, Orpheus) written on the side.
Time for a deep breath, me-who-isn't-me.
*deep breath*
And I go on board to stand before my father, in the full knowledge that he Doesn’t Approve of my running away and that I might be in incredibly Deep Trouble.
And that was it. An entire dream, dedicated to waiting for a bus.
I have to admit, I had only the vaguest idea of who Orpheus actually was in mythology (unlike my subconscious, apparently). I knew he went into the Underworld for some reason, but that was about it. So I researched it.
Here were my favourite bits:
If you change the fact that Orpheus sings, whereas Jeannie (from Black Fiddle) plays a fiddle, you have some uncanny similarities there. Although I’m the first to admit that Jeannie hasn’t gone around trying to charm wild beasts, I’m sure she could if she put her mind to it.
Essentially, my story of Jeannie is the story of Orpheus and Eurydice (except the bit where Jeannie’s trying to save her sister, rather than her lover). At least, it had its beginnings there. It’s changed a lot since I first wrote the original short story. A lot. I just wonder what my subconscious is trying to get at here.
Any suggestions?
Yes, I know. ‘Odd’ doesn’t even come close, but it’s one of my dreams, right? The only ones I ever remember are the bizarre ones.
So, in this dream, many people lived on enormous buses that traversed the country. I really don’t know why they had such objections to living in houses that stayed right where they were, but there you go. In this case, ‘I’ (not actually me) was waiting for my father’s bus. I’d run away for some reason - I think I was a bit of a rebel - but I really needed my father’s help and I had some sort of loose arrangement with him that he’d be at this particular place at these particular times and if I ever needed to get back on the bus, then that was an option that was open to me.
So there I was, waiting. I do believe there was someone with me; some sort of bodyguard. We waited and waited... it was a bus-stop after all. But there was no sign of my father’s bus. Oh, did I mention that the bus contained a group of performers who travelled from town to town, putting on shows? Well, consider it mentioned.
Just when I was about to give up hope of the bus ever arriving, it finally turned up. I didn’t recognise it at first, because it was decorated in an entirely different fashion from the last time I’d seen it. But there it was, with Orpheus’s Performing Whatever (yes, Orpheus) written on the side.
Time for a deep breath, me-who-isn't-me.
*deep breath*
And I go on board to stand before my father, in the full knowledge that he Doesn’t Approve of my running away and that I might be in incredibly Deep Trouble.
And that was it. An entire dream, dedicated to waiting for a bus.
I have to admit, I had only the vaguest idea of who Orpheus actually was in mythology (unlike my subconscious, apparently). I knew he went into the Underworld for some reason, but that was about it. So I researched it.
Here were my favourite bits:
- Orpheus's music was so beautiful that it charmed even inanimate objects.
- [his] songs could charm wild beasts and coax even rocks and trees into movement.
If you change the fact that Orpheus sings, whereas Jeannie (from Black Fiddle) plays a fiddle, you have some uncanny similarities there. Although I’m the first to admit that Jeannie hasn’t gone around trying to charm wild beasts, I’m sure she could if she put her mind to it.
Essentially, my story of Jeannie is the story of Orpheus and Eurydice (except the bit where Jeannie’s trying to save her sister, rather than her lover). At least, it had its beginnings there. It’s changed a lot since I first wrote the original short story. A lot. I just wonder what my subconscious is trying to get at here.
Any suggestions?