The Wonderful Life of Mr. WannaB

Ep. 6 - Dreams… Part I

The other night I had a dream. A doctor friends with my mother was giving me eye surgery. I was lied down on a big rustic wood table and the doctor was telling me how she couldn’t decide whether to open my forehead or cut through my nostrils to get to the eyes… Her main problem was the scars she’d have to leave on my face, as she didn’t know how good I’d heal. As I was given the anaesthesia, I started to hear my mother, some friends and the doctors talking all around me and my eyes began to close, I kept thinking how dark my life would be if the surgery wet wrong. In a very weak voice, I started to mumble the solution for my problem: la…ser, la…ser, laser – I kept repeating. But no one would hear. Suddenly, in the middle of all those people, I was picked up by two friends of mine who rescued me and took me in their arms, driving away in a blue American convertible.

This dream haunted me for days as I began to wonder it might represent my need to be rescued. From what: my excessive work load, no good guys with cute faces, myself? Do I need to change glasses?

Being rescued is a need most of us feel and in the greater percentage of cases, we don’t really know what we need to be rescued from. Maybe it’s the eternal fantasy of the Princess whose Prince one day will come. If the dwarfs had been young and muscular, despite being short, would Snow White want to be rescued by the Prince? If my Prince won’t come, will I have to dwarf my standards? Is cock size proportional to the height? Well, that’s another episode…