Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Liquor Store Dream

As my eyes opened, I realized the room I had hurried out of was the same one I was in. I'd been half awake while sitting on the bed with my dead father, who was asking me why I had stolen that carton of cigarettes from Jake's Liquor Store. There was no way out now.


Blogger doriandra said...

am pleased to have taken a ride through your blog as well. ( next time you go zipping though Jake's- grab a bottle of rum along with the smokes.)

8:23 PM  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

It's like Hotel California! :-)

8:29 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I've already got the rum and ciggies---yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me....arghh!

Yes, and remodelled with structural supports from the Overlook Hotel.

8:35 PM  
Blogger Extempore said...

And pour me one as well! This one's a teaser - am left waiting to know what could happen next. I love the anticipation!

Am so glad you had fun doing this. Thanks very much for indulging the tag! :)

9:16 PM  
Blogger Ubermensch said...

could relate to the inevitability of it all, and liked ur writings alot, after all its finnegan's wake, diddille doodlely dum
- Here Comes Everyman

12:20 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Trapped in a dream with no way out. Now that's horrifying stuff. For some reason your terseness alone is frightening. Extremely poignant!

12:40 AM  
Blogger feminine expressions said...

perhaps with our participation in reading your dreams, the messages in your dreams become our messages too...

perhaps that which i hastened to let go of is the same thing i reach for now...

1:53 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

P.S. - Definitely loving the Blogroll! Thank you.

7:46 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I sort of broke from tradition by responding to this tag on this site.
But, I could not resist the number 55!

Thanks for the loopy-go-lucky comment Ubermensch.

queen neetee
The terseness was "tag imposed", as it was limited to 55 words. I got "tagged" by Extempore, and started poring through my dream notes (I post only about a third of what I write down).

I find it interesting that the image becomes much more dominant in the overall impact with fewer words.

feminine expressions
Your first observation is a very astute ; one that I've thought about often since starting this.

The second comment hints at S&M pleasure. We've all got that in us to varying degrees.

The dream stage allows our inner zoo creatures to rumble.

WF = FDDXLF An abbreviation signifying that the Fed Ex elf has arrived.

7:54 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Dreaming of your current position must be rather eerie. I think there is no way out because hurrying away simply brings you back where you started.

Less is definitely more Finn, I try to pare away enough words to reduce the sauce to a concentrate while not leaving out any vital ingredient. I see you did that with remarkable brevity here.

My new button has been duly noted and approved! Blue sky is cheerful. Your single word reference to the Overlook conjured vivid memories for me as I bet you can imagine.

8:49 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

are you sure that's your father? looks more like a geezer i used to work with. he used to make the tea. trouble was he shook so much that both he and the china would clatter and jingle and smash on the floor. bones and bits of poreclain and as hard as i used to try i just coudn't get no sleep.

tea was crap too.

his name, coincidentally, was just the same as your word verification rahdh. funny that.

1:25 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

god this has the fear of dads, of being caught doing two wrongs at that....wow, loaded with guilt.

1:28 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

The brevity was inspired by (what else?) another tag; this one hailing from extempore. The '55 limit had me thinking about the great Chevy from that year which has surfaced in my dreams from time to time---that I might try to bring it into the driveway for this. But I thought it too cute and so nixed the idea.

Glad you approve of the new banner with your floating emblem in the sky. By the way, I stole the sky from your own cross- vapored photo.

And let's not overlook the Red Rum.

Cocaine Jesus
His name is Vincent. It's a self-portrait that Van Gogh made during his leaner days when he existed on Absinthe, fags and cheap hookers.

This one has got a name too. "LEIKM". Like him?

1:44 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Your comment came in as I was publishing my remarks to P.V. and C.J....how'd you manage that?

My biological father was mostly only that---except for the terror he'd cause whenever he appeared. I believe my nightmares began in earnest with him.

1:51 PM  
Blogger Ubermensch said...

Now that its abt fathers, i see u as kafka here?

4:04 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I'm old enough to be Kafka's father actually. But I certainly get your connection!

5:28 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

its crazy how ppl hurt their own children!!!!

10:11 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Wow - that was an odd one. Amazing, or is it?, that the inclusion of one word: 'dead' takes a simple, everyday paragraph on life into a surreal, haunting, thought-provoking piece.

Unlike other posts (of which I'm a huge fan anyway), this one shouts from the rooftops just how powerful simplicity and subtlety are.

10:55 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Yes, and go on to hurt one another. It starts at home, just like my mother always said.

....Wow, that's indeed praise coming from you.

It's seems paradoxical that we need words to convey ideas yet often need to get rid of them for essence. It's like what Virgo said about preparing a sauce....sniff sniff...what's that I smell burning?

Your welcome Neetee. I just realized that I've spelled your name incorrectly on your banner. Doh!!!

6:01 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

No matter the mistake, I'm still extremely pleased.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Willyam Shakespeer ;)

8:20 AM  
Blogger transience said...

a friend of mine once dreamt he was about to masturbate and he was trying to get his dead father out of the room so he could do so privately. i forget the next thing that happened. i know he told me, but i could have blocked it out. but that was a powerful dream, finn.

8:25 AM  
Blogger transience said...

a friend of mine once dreamt he was about to masturbate and he was trying to get his dead father out of the room so he could do so privately. i forget the next thing that happened. i know he told me, but i could have blocked it out. but that was a powerful dream, finn.

8:25 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I wrote "Your welcome" in my last comment to you. I've got misspellitis.
But since you are a queen, "Your welcome" can be viewed as "Your Welcomeness".
"Your Neeteeness" or something.

So should I leave it? Maybe it's a good blemish. Everyone seems to think briefer is better.

8:35 AM  
Blogger sCruuw said...

eww my Dad is dead... creeped me out...

12:53 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

i do 'like' him. i also love trans double masturbation comment about dead dads.
gulanz says it is sad when parents hurt kids. mine beat me up regularly using tin foil tubes and methane cannisters. bruises everywhere.

oh dem bones dem bones dem dry bones...hey...lookyy???(WV)

1:06 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

trans (original®}
It would have been even ookier if your friend had caught his father in hiding.

trans (cloned version)
It would have been even ookier if your friend had caught his father in hiding.

Nothing more disturbing than the dead playing with your mind---especially when
it's a relative or a close friend.

cocaine jesus
Foil tubes and methane canisters? Ouch! Those are lifetime bruises, C.J.
I guess most have got their own father stories to tell. Mine left me to fill a lot
in myself, and so I do.

WV = EMBPUEBS = Embryonic pubes

3:01 PM  
Blogger Grace said...

Thankyou for my place on the blogroll Finnegan, I shall try to avert my eyes from upward glances! Glad you liked the wolf story too :-)

6:04 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

sorry if i trod on old wounds mate.not my intention honest.

my pubes have long past the embryonic stage and i won't tell you why my kids call me badger.

you know i love you and so does you WV = lykyocoi (lick you come. over. instantly.???) on second thoughts forget that i'm out tonight.

6:39 PM  
Blogger Courtney Paige said...

Thanks for putting my problem in perspective. I now realize that I really have no reason to bitch. Nice blog by the way.

7:02 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

You are welcome. Your site looks a whole lot snazzier by the way.

CocAinE JeSuS
You've got this 1000 year old egg head itching to know why you're called Badger. Please tell all! Or maybe not. Will it make me distraught?

Oops, I meant Embryonic PUBS. You are on something tonight Jesus. Can I have whatever it is?

This V.W. is self-explanatory NUMREF

Courtney Paige
I was pulling your leg. I saw your remarks over at Pica's tasty site and thought I'd have a little fun with your post. I'm not really a female. (God, I'm getting worse than C.J.)

8:04 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Love the picture, I have strange dreams, at least the ones I remember are strange

8:06 PM  
Blogger rhein said...

This paragraph is like novel. I love the picture.

9:36 PM  
Anonymous melly said...

My goodness Finnegan.
First time I'm here and what a post to come to.
I'm so glad I came.

10:30 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

sue hardy-dawson
Maybe the ones you remember need to be written.

You can praise Van Gogh. It's not him, but he painted it.

So glad you stopped by. Come by again.

10:36 PM  
Anonymous Anil said...

Is that really by Van Gogh? Somehow never really liked his work except for his revelatory self-potraits...

your words and the picture (as always) suit each other perfectly...and more so in this particular case...there is a lot more to this dream than meets the eye...

12:30 AM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

finn - Actually, I didn't even catch the 'your welcome'. My misspelling of W.S.'s name was to do with Netee. How funny!
Now, as far as 'Netee'...leave it. I like it. If fine by you, It will be accepted as a special endearing blemish. Thanks for asking.

4:17 AM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

I liked this one!

Lots of interpretations here. Especially with the picture you posted along with it.

A good 55!


12:28 PM  
Blogger floots said...

criuoser and murkier
my dead dad pops up a lot in words
and dreams
but last night i dreamt about
putting a silicone seal around the toilet
(no that's not like a walrus implant)
oh tell me mr finnegan
(be you asleep or waking)
i do not understand my dreams
what sense can they be making

cheers :)

2:30 PM  
Blogger floots said...

P.S. of course it's not a typo - it's a subtle representation of my confused state of mind!

2:32 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Fathers and sons..
Mothers and goddesses..
Men and women..
Why isn't anything ever simple?

4:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did you chk ur pic on Cocaine jesus's blog ???

4:31 PM  
Anonymous rusty said...

Sorry ! That's me...( anonymous)

4:32 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

I feel anxious, cliff-hung, and provoked in thought all at the same time. I will go back to work this way, knowing that all rooms are the same.

9:23 PM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Dreaming a bout anything is scary, dreaming about anything dead is horrifying.

7:52 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Do fathers ever stop punishing us for our transgressions?

2:32 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

might just do that

6:24 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

hey finn...just stopped by to say hi

9:36 PM  
Blogger Yemanja said...

Ha! Oh my...!

3:21 AM  
Blogger Bouls said...

I love this one. Short but packed with a wallop. The opening sentence is mysifying. I could read it again and again. It reminds me of when I was young and first put a mirror up to reflect another mirror. I caught my first glimpse of a possibile infinity. The whole meaning of this dream is so clear. The painting is so fitting, but the writing truly needs no visual backup. Like great music needs no video.

8:07 AM  
Blogger stella said...

what an adventure! intriguing and unexpected.

10:52 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

His self portrait here is revelatory in the extreme I guess.
Thanks for your "eye ronic" comment!

queen neetee
Not a blemish, but more like a beauty mark. You are a queen, no?

Thanks, and likewise with your 55's.

Now the criouser is the toilet seal and walruses implants...? I'm certain even with all your word-smything you've never juxtaposed those two. criouser indeed.

floots again I knew you couldn't have mangled the letter-soup unintentionally. You've got too much floots in your loops.

Simple is only for little children and kittens. Only problem is that they grow up to be adults and cats.

Not yet Rusty Anonymous, but I'll be right over.

Read above

Great comment...bad idea!

Alice: In Wonderland or Not
It's even worse when the dead say things to disrupt you in your dreams, continuing to haunt you when you wake.

Patry Francis
All fathers aren't so bad. Mine was.

sue hardy-dawson
I thinks you'd be amazed at what you can mine. It just takes a bit of discipline.

Hi there gulnaz!

"Oh my"...what? Sounds like you hurt your ______ mid-sentence.

Oh, I love that mirror mirror double vanity looping. Reflections doubled and getting shattered into infinity.

The conundrum that disturbs and delights me is the one where you divide the space between yourself and a wall in half, and again and again ad infinitum....till we rub our heads after bumping into it.

You don't know the half of it.

V.W. = AFKIFD "After getting fully kiffed, you are AFKIFT"

12:49 AM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Finn - when are we getting our weekly fix? I'm getting the shakes here.

1:59 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Weakly is more like it Ruk. I'm just back from from Paris---or having dreamt so. Will be posting one from last night's cartoon.

Delirium tremens can be soothed with a bit of roach butter on sourdough toast, along with a good Earl Grey straight up.

3:51 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

big fin, big fin, won't you come out to play. paris was cold and london is grey. all my dreams have faded since you went away.
big fin, big fin, won't you come out to play.

khqlzqv (capital of Latviagra??)

9:33 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Little Jesus, little Jesus with your cocaine eyes,
Your dreams would thicken
Your mind would quicken
If you ate french fries.

V.W. = ASIKRAK A lousy serving of lamb chops?

4:40 PM  

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