The Dachshund Dream and American Insularity

Posted: July 25, 2013 in Uncategorized
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I’m not typically a disclaimer sort of gal, but if you have an active imagination and especially if you love dogs, this one will be a bit disturbing. I know it was for me.

Last night and this morning, I dreamt that I was with a group of people whose Dachshund had a compulsion to cut himself open. In a routine that was artificially clean in the dream, he flipped himself over on his back and made a vertical cut starting in the middle of his chest and ending low in his abdomen, after which he would pull the two sides apart and poke at his clean, pink insides.

I was bewildered and disgusted, then deeply troubled, as his owners dismissed this as just “something he does.” “He’s fine!” they said, in that unconcerned voice one hears from an overly permissive parent when her child appears to be about to wander into traffic. Moreover, not only were they uninterested in doing something to stop the self-destructive behavior — take his knife, dull his claws, put something on him, stop him from flipping over to do it — but they also actively dissuaded me from stopping him when I instinctively tried to. “He’s fine!”

This happened a few times before I woke up, and each time I could see more bruising and lingering damage from the dog’s prodding on his insides. I appealed to his people again, to no avail, and that’s when I managed to wake up.

*          *          *

I immediately thought about what the heck my subconscious meant by that one and was a little surprised that immediately I seemed to know, since the dream was pretty metaphorical, more so than what’s usual for me. There was something that felt very American in their lack of caring, in their dismissal of and ignorance about what they were allowing to happen. Things happen around the world, around the country, in front of our very eyes if we have eyes to see, and we’d rather prattle on about silly things than take notice, let alone try to do something. I’ve been a little saddened of late to see how insular some of my friends are (and, let’s be fair, how insular I have been in the past and sometimes still can be when I get busy). What gets me is how much we shore up the dam of ignorance and pretend we bother staying informed, with our morning-show pseudo-news and fluff we read on the Web. We scan news-type links our friends and pseudo-friends post on Facebook while the real problems happen, the real shit happens — while the real world self-mutilates right in front of us.

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Comments
  1. anaraug says:

    That’s pretty disturbing. I feel like it must have been particularly vivid for you to write about it this way. There’s something about the less-vivid dreams feeling meaningless but the more vivid ones reflecting or illustrating some kind of truth. I’m hoping for the less vivid kind tonight.

    • Yeah, it was vivid, and it seemed I had the same dream three times in one night, only the third time I knew I’d seen it before and didn’t want to experience it again; I woke up right as I was turning my head away in the dream.

  2. LJ says:

    First of all your new blog design is bad ass. Love it! Second of all, even though we wrote about two very different things…(referencing my entry you just commented on) your emotion and frustration here really resonates with me. I get it.

    • Thanks — it’s actually a theme I applied, ’cause I don’t know how to do anything like that on my own with WordPress yet. Seriously. I just now managed to update to the correct time zone. Yeesh.

      Secondly, I totally get the common thread with what you’re talking about: it’s that whole “watching while the world self-mutilates right in front of us” thing. Also, I think the desire to turn away from a situation after repeated, failed attempts to fix it is natural, as seen in both of our posts.

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