"Be the God!"
Oct. 13th, 2008 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agoodwinsmithI have been very anxious about the start of this new employment. This past week I have been having very vivid dreams. Some of them have nearly been nightmares, but not quite. But I have been getting up early rather than go back to sleep and fall into them again. They've all been about anxiety - last night was about losing keys - or rather one key over and over again. But the most interesting dream was a couple nights ago.
In the dream I was working in a school teaching. I kept needing to move rooms, and kept doing so without trouble. Then I went away for a day to something (conference, whatever), and when I came back, I had been moved again by someone who sort of looked like a wild-eyed Ricker Mercer with long hair forming a sort of curly black halo around his head. Things were very frenetic in the classroom, and I was expressing passive aggressive peevedness at the RM person for moving my stuff. He kept saying that I should be careful what I said and did or he would use his power. I got annoyed and started chanting "Be the God! Be the God! Be the God!"
Immediately the room opened up into a huge cavernous pit of people in front of a stage. There were lots of people, actively going and doing and watching, and being loud and busy. The RM turned into Jim Morrison (yes, of The Doors), and ranted and sang and chanted and yelled, and basically got himself into a naked frenzy - whereupon a group of men hung him upside down with the idea of sacrificing him.
As that was going on, another group of men stripped my SOGP, and tied him down head-down on a steep incline with the idea of placing a huge ancient refrigerator on the soles of his bare feet, planning to leave him there until his strength failed and the huge monster machine crushed him - not necessarily to death.
The last I remember is hearing him shout "You bastards!" as I am trying to struggle my way through the suddenly thick as pickets crowd of people to get to him.
Okay, yes, the anxiety is pretty evident there, but later I was thinking that the reason we venerate Jim Morrison, and other famous people like him who have been very successful and have died young, is because they take the place of the Bean King (yes, been rereading Hogfather). In the past, we have elected someone to be King for us, and treated them as Gods, and then sacrificed him on our own behalf. I think some of the crowd frenzy around famous people is the equivalent of shouting "Be the God! Be the God! Be the God!" at them, so they will take on the power and then we can reap the benefit of their sacrifice.
In the dream I was working in a school teaching. I kept needing to move rooms, and kept doing so without trouble. Then I went away for a day to something (conference, whatever), and when I came back, I had been moved again by someone who sort of looked like a wild-eyed Ricker Mercer with long hair forming a sort of curly black halo around his head. Things were very frenetic in the classroom, and I was expressing passive aggressive peevedness at the RM person for moving my stuff. He kept saying that I should be careful what I said and did or he would use his power. I got annoyed and started chanting "Be the God! Be the God! Be the God!"
Immediately the room opened up into a huge cavernous pit of people in front of a stage. There were lots of people, actively going and doing and watching, and being loud and busy. The RM turned into Jim Morrison (yes, of The Doors), and ranted and sang and chanted and yelled, and basically got himself into a naked frenzy - whereupon a group of men hung him upside down with the idea of sacrificing him.
As that was going on, another group of men stripped my SOGP, and tied him down head-down on a steep incline with the idea of placing a huge ancient refrigerator on the soles of his bare feet, planning to leave him there until his strength failed and the huge monster machine crushed him - not necessarily to death.
The last I remember is hearing him shout "You bastards!" as I am trying to struggle my way through the suddenly thick as pickets crowd of people to get to him.
Okay, yes, the anxiety is pretty evident there, but later I was thinking that the reason we venerate Jim Morrison, and other famous people like him who have been very successful and have died young, is because they take the place of the Bean King (yes, been rereading Hogfather). In the past, we have elected someone to be King for us, and treated them as Gods, and then sacrificed him on our own behalf. I think some of the crowd frenzy around famous people is the equivalent of shouting "Be the God! Be the God! Be the God!" at them, so they will take on the power and then we can reap the benefit of their sacrifice.
