The World Dream Bank: Parrot Tames Businessman

Parrot Tames Businessman

Dreamed 2011/10/6 by Wayan

I'm a bearded businessman on a balcony in Brazil
(thank God. Not a bear in a bra in a Borneo bar
again) when

a giant chartreuse parrot outa blue cottonball sky
lands on my shoulder, introduces herself, bites my
earlobe hard, presu-

mably so I'll recall her name--earmarked in pain--
though later, awake, I don't. Namenesia! I never do.
After lobe nip,

she's friendly--snuggly--trusting for a wild bird true.
Her aura reveals she's no feral--quite as new to
businessmammals

as I to megabirds. She urges a film on her people who
now nest in those ruined alien castles scattered through
Amazonia. Stone

scrollwork's bloomed to rainbow screech. She'll teach
me video. My (a)vocation true? Well, my import firm
never flew

and Wildwood Natural Foods bombed too. I lack
the cut for throat. But intuition's sure tonight--
Parrot interviews feel right.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

Bearded businessman: Steve Jobs is in the news--just died. So I guess the dream makes me a businessman to say it's about career or calling.
Nonhuman girl lands on me: in Nina Kiriki Hoffman's Thresholds, a fairy flies in Maya's window, lands on her, and falls asleep.
Sharp nip, then okay: in Thresholds Maya nourishes an alien egg; rough at first cuz the egg was in crisis, but then it settles down.
Alien ruins in Latin American jungle: possibly suggested by Maya's name--Mayan pyramids and cities smothered in Latin American jungle. Though the dream was definitely Amazonia not the Yucatan.
Wildwood Natural Foods: a real firm but one I never worked for. Nor ever worked in import-export.
ACTION: um. Switch careers to video? Too shy. Explore the Amazon? Too sick. Befriend any fairies who land on me? Ohkaay. Even if they're a pain in the earlobe. Oh well! Maybe the friendly, colorful, talkative critters in the jungle--who turn out to be underestimated, turn out to be people--are dreams, and the dream's just endorsing what I already do... But what an elaborate way to do it!

I often argue that dreams aren't devious and often aren't even symbolic, but literal. And it's true Freud and followers do overcomplicate.

But no matter what your dream-theory is, this one's not so friggin' obvious.