DREAM: ((Adapted from private journal file.)
In an underground bunker, I am in a cramped office surrounded by stacks of files. There is a 1950s-era “computer” built into the wall above the desk, with physical switches, rows of lights, knobs, and other controls. I am seated at the desk. Seated next to me, Gal Gadot is training me to be a psychologist. The manuals are stored in Army green ammo boxes under the desk and stacked behind me. I ask a question and she tells me which ammo box contains the manual with the answer. I have to find the correct ammo box, open it, pull the manual, and find the answer. Fortunately, the answers are highlighted. Unfortunately, none of the answers are correct.
(In the dream, all the questions felt important and the answers felt right. In hindsight, they were ridiculous. Q: “How does the brain work?” A: “The brain is like a machine, with many moving parts…”)
Behind me, Anna Levine’s character (Lucy) from True Romance (1993) provides running commentary on how stupid psychology is, and how she knows a guy who’s got it all figured out. He uses a combination of Tarot cards and ancient Celtic rituals to cure mental illness. I ignore her. Gal Gadot occasionally tells her: “Shut up, orangutan.” Each time, it’s a different animal. (“Shut up, lizard.” “Be quiet, monkey.” “Stop speaking, worm.”) Lucy keeps rambling on and smoking.
Later we are in a Jeep on a narrow road through the jungle. Lucy is driving and smoking. Gal is next to her in the front. I am in the back seat. Gal tells me she hopes I’ve learned enough psychology because we’ll arrive at the dinosaur village very soon.
(Note: It’s been several years since I watched True Romance, and I never knew that character’s name or that actress’s name until I looked it up to write this.)