13 December 2013

+JMJ+

These Dreams: Le Coq Sportif

A short time ago, a French trainee and I were discussing France's national symbols, and the PMU posters came up. I was highly amused.


The coq making ficeler the rosbif is my favourite, because you just know he killed the bull first. He would have done it some time after entering dans l'arene and playing torero with it. (Is it still cruelty to animals if it's another animal doing it?)

Basically, anything that opens itself up to parody warms my heart. And the parody posters were hilarious. 



On the left, a coq which has just taken an entire IKEA kit apart. (Take THAT, Sweden!!!) On the right, Sweden's answer . . . which France totally set itself up for. LOL!

What does this have to do with dreams, you ask?

Well, the night after my trainee and I had that conversation, I dreamed that my family had a pet chicken. A pet chicken that really, really liked me. I occasionally picked it up to pet it, but it refused to be put down and followed me everywhere. I couldn't escape it, and soon I started to feel stalked. The dream ended with me holed up in the bathroom and the family fowl clucking at me on the other side of the door.

Before you point it out, yes, I see the irony of someone being fearful of a chicken. A white-feathered chicken, no less.

I'm overworked and really tired.

Has anyone else had any telling dreams lately?

Image Sources: a) "Nous sommes prets a . . ." PMU posters, b) PMU parody poster, c) "On s'est fait plumer" poster

16 comments:

Strannik said...

Has anyone else had any telling dreams lately?

Well... I had a dream where I wound up confessing my feelings to a minor Internet-famous person I have a crush on. It went about as awkwardly as it probably would in real life.

Paul Stilwell said...

No dreams per se...but sometime around when you were having your dream I started my latest drawing.

So what does that mean?

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Strannik -- A realistic dream, then? ;-)

Stilwell -- That depends. Were you stalking it or was it stalking you?

Sheila said...

I don't get the joke. At all. In fact I don't understand what these posters are for.

I had the most awful dream last night though. I dreamed we set out for a visit to our parents', but we left the three year old at home for some reason. We locked the door so he wouldn't run out into traffic, left out a lot of canned food and bread, and drove off. I was worrying in the car, "Is he going to be okay? Does he have enough to eat? Won't the grandparents be disappointed not to see him? How is he going to go to sleep at night with no one to tuck him in?"

My husband, who was being played in this dream by my dad, refused to turn the car around because after all, the kid had been excited to stay home by himself, he'd be disappointed if we came home to get him, and after all he would be FINE and three-year-olds stay home alone for two weeks ALL THE TIME.

I finally convinced him to go back because we hadn't left enough food. Thank goodness.

I made the mistake of telling this dream in the presence of the three-year-old, and he started crying and saying he did not want to be left! He wanted to come 'wif' us! Poor thing.

The symbolism I see here is that I worry a lot, but every time I do, I'm always being told that I'm just being an anxious mother and the kids will be fine. And sometimes I feel like if the kids were dying they would still say the same thing! It's like I'm the only one who is paying any attention.

Paul Stilwell said...

Well, the chicken was originally painted (and still is painted) on the front flap of the middle mailbox, but I didn't want a mailbox with a chicken painted on the flap. So I made a real chicken stand on top of the far mailbox.

So that's kind of a 'yes' to both.

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

And it turns out that I didn't explain the posters properly! =P I'm sorry about that. Anyway, they were meant to publicise then-upcoming European football matches. France had been scheduled to play England, Sweden, Russia, Spain, and the Ukraine, and the posters boasted that the French coq would trounce them all.

I'm no good at analysing dreams, either. I once had a friend who could read them as if they were newspapers, but I usually just think, "My subconscious is really weird," and don't bother to dig deeper. (Take one dream that I didn't blog about, in which I was a version of Bathsheba Everdeane! =P) In this case, though, I find it very telling that a chicken had me cornered and desperate at a time when I feel overworked by my (French) employer.

It sounds as if you have your own dream symbolism figured out, too. =)

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Stilwell, now that you mention it, there is an oddly two-dimensional quality to it . . .

Sullivan McPig said...

Last night I dreamed I was a vampire who could mimic things he saw. So when I met fire breathing dragons I turned in to a fire breathing vampire dragon.

Belfry Bat said...

Last night I dreamt I was waiting for a concert in a strange outdoor place with odd architecture (I can't remember if I was being appreciative or snooty), but was definitely annoyed later on when the air mattress and sheets I'd been using (in my dream) had got mud trod all over them; later still there was an escapade over a tall cedar hedge and maybe some cats. There was a great deal more connecting matter, but it has rather faded now.

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Sully -- Cool dream! And it makes sense that a vampire would be able "to draw out" other beings' powers! =D

Bat --Knowing you, I'd say you were snoopreciative. =P

Strannik said...

Strannik -- A realistic dream, then? ;-)


Since it's something I've been thinking about a lot, I'm not surprised it showed up in my dreams. It's just that my dreams are rarely so on the nose.

Paul Stilwell said...

All you people who can actually remember your dreams...for crying out loud. *eyeroll*

Sheila said...

Most of my dreams seem to be meaningless, or I can trace the bits to things I've read and watched. But those dreams that are full of emotions usually are full of the same emotions I have when I'm awake, so it's not hard to figure out.

love the girls said...

My dreams at night are vividly imagery, also typically a convoluted, (often hopeful or wishful), version of what is occurring in my life. Where as my dreams during the day are, blackness, also typically strange conversations based on what I was thinking right before I fall asleep.

What that tells me I have no idea.



Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Strannik -- No wonder it was so memorable!

Stilwell -- Audaciously speaking for the rest of us, I assure you that we forget more than we remember!

Sheila -- My own dreams are defined by pop culture references rather than familiar emotions. But though I wallow in pop culture, they are often hard to figure out.

For instance, several years ago, I dreamed that I was Kyle Reese and that I was leading a fellowship of hobbits somewhere. We had to stop for the night at a place that looked like a building in my old high school, but which was run by Galadriel. She told me that I was welcome, but that the hobbits weren't, so we left in a huff. I would have chalked it up to my fascination with The Terminator and my being in New Zealand (where the Lord of the Rings movies were filmed), but when my aforementioned friend heard it over breakfast, she gave a different interpretation. She said that I was feeling upset over some of my friends' inability to get university accommodation, and that my dream Galadriel was our hostel manager! And you know what? It totally fit! =D

LTG -- Do you remember specific details of the colorful dreams, by any chance?

love the girls said...

Do I remember specific details? Yes.

But typically only for a short time after I wake, and then only vaguely. For instance, last night I remember reading through a contract, but when I woke up I couldn't remember the context of the contract, but could remember the pen and ink images that were part of the contract and the overall look and feel of the paper and such.