Need my climbing dream analyzed

It was a short dream. I was looking down at my chalk bag (I was not in my underware) which was laying on its side on the ground and I knew in my head that it was almost empty of chalk. The wind was blowing across the bag and blowing away what little chalk remained. I stared into the black void of the empty bag for a while. And then the dream was over... I don't really use much chalk when I climb and I have a spare block in my rope bag. Can I blame this on my parents?

first and foremost i need to say that I am no way attempting to provide you with any form of counseling and this should be seen as one climber to another, not an attempt at online therapy... my liability insurance should be happy with that.

so here goes..

The chalkbag could represent something important to, perhaps something you need to undertake a task or help you to overcome/achieve something (it could represent anything, a person, money,etc.)but due to circumstances beyond your control (i.e., the wind) this was taken/diminished, perhaps even leaving you with some feelings of frustration/helplessness,etc.

With that, just the basic symbolism and emotions the dream used, is there anything in your life this could represent or symbolize?

Jeff,

As one with a Masters Degree in BS, I can tell you without hesitation that you are one sick bastard in desparate need of professional therapy.
Yes, you could almost certainly blame your parents for having these dreams that are symptomatic of potential psychotic breakdown.
It is also likely that you are presently associating with low life scoundrels, who do nothing to help matters.
My advice to you is to have yourself committed before it is too late.
On the other hand, the dream might just be representational of some deep down guilt that you are harboring. This can be cured by volunteering to carry all of your partners gear up to the crags for a couple of years. Charitable acts such as this one I've described can often repair these deep psychotic issues before it's too late, though it is sadly, and likely, too late already.

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
The wind

Sh*t. When I saw Tom Hanson's name, I knew mine wouldn't be the first irreverent response:)

I think the chalk represents the diminishing number of climbing years left to you. The wind of time is slowly stealing them from you.

Not So Famous Old Dude wrote:I think the chalk represents the diminishing number of climbing years left to you. The wind of time is slowly stealing them from you.

I think Old Dude's probably right. Shut up Old Dude. None of us wants to hear that.

OUT OF CHALK?!? I would have woke up screaming!

So I'm not a woman in a man's body? Thank god for that. Guess I over analyzed a tad bit... If I have this same dream again, I will reach down and cinch the opening of the chalk bag thus shedding my mortal coil. Cool!

Jeff Stucker wrote:It was a short dream. I was looking down at my chalk bag (I was not in my underware) which was laying on its side on the ground and I knew in my head that it was almost empty of chalk. The wind was blowing across the bag and blowing away what little chalk remained. I stared into the black void of the empty bag for a while. And then the dream was over... I don't really use much chalk when I climb and I have a spare block in my rope bag. Can I blame this on my parents?

Frequently, dreams that are remembered are dreams that occur during or just before waking sleep. This is why sometimes things happening in real life enter the dream, or why a dream that is illogical enough may wake you up distrubed- if the conscious mind wrangles in a dream, it can take over- cause you to stare into the chalk bag trying to figure out why it is even there, etc...

One of the most accurate form of the interpretation of abstract dreams is to ask yourself what emotions you felt during the dream and then see what in your life this might link to. Frequently it is a base emotion playing itself upon whatever storyline is available to the imagination.

Shawn Mitchell wrote: Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind Everything is dust in the wind

Kansas, eh?

How about Sting?:

"They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing
These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambitions..."

Hmmm. both remind me of Ozymandias, by Percy Shelly (early 1800's).
I would imagine that Sting's reference is quite direct and intentional.

"..Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert.
Near them on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies,
Whose frown and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

Of course this was actually a broken collosus of a Ramses the second in a temple on the west bank of the Nile (The Rassmuseum) spoke of, not an aging climber... But... If you look inside to ask yourself what prevailing emotions you felt during and then see what in your life this might link to.

My girlfriend says you need to go to a "Dong Doctor" and freeze your sperm now. My initial response was also Freudian in nature. Not wearing underpants, almost out of chalk, empty bag, wind exposure . . . but, hell . . . it's just a dream.

Do you feel exposed when you climb - or generally free, empowered, and secure? How about Mr. Happy?

Jeff
Its quite clear.
The chalk in the bag is your last sexually active girlfriend.
The spare chalk block is your mom.
Dr. Sam

I just saw one of those "You wouldn't say it in person, so why say it online?" ads, and I don't feel guilty . . . yet. I think Sam and I are safe, for now. Sam, there was a "mom" joke in the commercial, though. But I'm still laughing. This thread is going to be great. I can't wait. Jeff - YOU ARE A BRAVE GENIUS - freeze your sperm now!

Jeff I was going to say when I was your age I did not wear any, but I looked at you bio and you are only 12 years younger than me. Plus you live in Englewood
SO now that I know your age The chalk blowing away is your free time to climb.
And if you have not resolved your issues with you mom by now you�re just plain screwed
You don�t right?
So forget the mom issues you probably did not have any.
All that you need is to climb more.

I had little trouble figuring out my dream
I was in the hospital last week getting a colostomy, Someone is trying to wake me up (for real not part of the dream)
So I am getting pissed of not wanting to be woken up. The dream was I got a replacement BD hammer.
Brand new with holster.
Time to do another wall
Be well

Dave Holliday wrote:We need more data to make a diagnosis: describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.

"I'll tell you about my mother....BANG"

Ah, Blade Runner. good stuff.
Anybody else gonna see it at red rocks Aug 1st?

Jeff Stucker wrote:I was looking down at my chalk bag (I was not in my underware)....

dream-descript a little unclear - do you usually climb in your underware or go-comando..?

The diminishing amount of chalk represents the general state of all of you climbing gear. It's in sad shape.

Better run out and buy a bunch of new gear.

oh man...you had the chalk dream.

The four horsemen, just pulled your house up on google earth (hey...it's a modern world, right?)

I think that James Brown was calling to you from the other side re: 'Papa's got a brand new bag'

The uninitiated don't realize that he was a climber, but I collected a few of his more obvious lyrical references here
(*bonus: there's audio)

Jeff Stucker wrote:Can I blame this on my parents?

Did they make you eat shank with a pliable plastic spork?

Wow, I had a very brief climbing dream a night or so ago myself. I shit you not. I was doing some move and I was very, very sleepy. Free soloing, I believe. It's still very hazy. So I know I'm too tired to pull the moves, but I do it anyway. And then I fell. Nothing more. I think it means you shouldn't climb when tired.