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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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Argyle Dream (This Side)

Last night I hurt my foot when I got my shoe wedged in the treads of a tractor tire. I'd been walking around with C in Paris looking for a particular restaurant supply shop (where they sell phenomenal cheese graters) when suddenly she went this way and I went that, and I ended up kicking tractor tires and getting stuck.

The showroom (where I found myself lost) had an astonishing assortment of specialty farm gear on display. Diggers, cutters, choppers, whackers, splicers, pickers, seeders you name it, you betcha.

A huge sausage-faced Republican (who'd appeared from the other side of the two-way mirror at the back of the showroom) was eyeballing me peripherally. He had on a "farmers suit" like overalls; a pair of "huckster's duds" to help him cheat the local folks out of their hard-earned money.

Now both of us began moseying around the tractors and peeping at each other through the seat springs. I said to myself "Start kicking tires, Finn, I'll decoy him good". And so I began a wild dance around the showroom, thumping one set of treads after another, eventually losing both the shamus and myself. I dervished myself into that gone netherworld of billowy dream inquiry beneath the covers, waking up momentarily to take mental notes.

Suddenly he was looking down on me from the other end of the steam shovel. Out of surprise and sudden fear I swung my foot hard and wedged my boot into the big tread and then cowered and cringed like a trapped animal, knowing he'd be on top of me to snap my neck. From within my pretzel shape I willed a woman's voice from the loudspeakers, blaring a falsetto "Check OK on 13"! And then he was gone.

I pulled on my boot repeatedly, but the shiny tiled floor didn't allow me to get a proper grip, and so I gave a violent jerk and freed my foot and saw that my socks were mismatched (sanitary on the left, and Argyle on the right). I thought "What's wrong with you, Finn? Why can't you even get your socks in order?"

It was then that I noticed the wet Argyle. I'd kicked a set of steel-flanged "ice tires" and now
my sock was dripping with blood.

I peeled the sock off slowly, revealing a horrid, bone-exposed gash that ran from my heel to my big toe. The Argyle had sopped up everything, leaving my foot looking drained, like that of a corpse. The other oddity was the rim of the wound, whose purpled edges gave it the hideous appearance of a metatarsal grin with lip-liner.

I wrung out the sticky Argyle and started swabbing the blood around on the white tiles,
finger-painting little rocket ships and spirals while worrying about my wound, the ensuing infection and worse---that Republican huckster who'd disappeared behind the two-way mirror.

End of Argyle Dream (This Side)

Go to Argyle Dream (That Side Part 1)


Anonymous rusty said...

Metatarsal grin with lipliner !!! Thats a good one ! Is there a second side to the dream as well...for instance if you and 'C' had indeed ventured into the cheese grater gulli ?

12:32 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

There is a second side to the dream. This dream went on and on. One of the better ones I've had in awhile. I'll post it when I've finished stitching it.

1:08 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Paragraph 4 tells me you have developped the art of raising your cosciousness sufficiently mid-dream to take mental notes - a remarkable feat.

Alpine sausages I saw at the Morzine srteet market are gnarly and dusted with mildew. Thank heaven I diverted for the fruit stall!

Looking forward to the other side.

5:21 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

I love the description "sausage faced Republicans".

I find many times when I wake briefly with vivid dream memories that I forget them when I wake later to get up for the day. It's a tough skill to master.

6:00 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

It is something I've done all along P.V.
The only difference being that I'm combining my waking state into my dreams. It is only remarkable to the extent that most folks don't realize how doable it is. It's just a roused state of lucid dreaming.
And I now realize how much better it would have been had I called his complexion "Morzine" instead of the more prosaic "sausage-faced". (sigh)

But then again, you liked my sausage faced Republicans, so there you go.
The memory game is enhanced by ones desire to see it through. I know you have a child, so that obviously can put a crimp on self-reflection.

10:10 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

"From within my pretzel shape"
now that could be a song
or maybe it already is a song
or am i thinking of pretzel logic?
perhaps i am.

"From within my pretzel shape"
now that could be a blog site
one that features Finn and PV and CJ
but then again
time is tight and we all spend more time blogging than we do bonking and i think it is time that i paid my wife a little moe attention.

i met a huge sausage-faced Republican once. he was just leaving another one of your day dreams. the one sign posted 'this way for torment and huckster dud's'

cool as ever bruv.

12:14 AM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Kicking tractor tires in Paris until your foot bleeds - now that's a metaphor!!!

Just need to work on for what now - I'll be back when/if it's come to me.

12:27 AM  
Blogger camera shy said...

freakin republicans
showing up in our dreams

id be kicking tires too

with both feet

8:27 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Cocaine Jesus
Steely Dan might be the right take on this considering how I sliced my foot.

Another blog site? Are you collecting them? I have my hands full with this one---have been extremely negligent in contributing to the "La Bande Desinee" which I hope to remedy sooner than later.
Looks like you're working on lining up a baker's dozen of blogs soon. I'd be twisted into a pretzel for sure if tried to maintain that many. If your wife isn't giving you hell for more intimacy, you either aren't worth it or else she's got another sort of Handyman® Jumpin' Jesus stashed somewhere.

Got your first remark Ruk, but that second one eludes me. I've just got up, so maybe I'll see it more clearly after my cup of joe.

Blog This
Don't they make the best villains? They are absolute pudding proof that their Red Devil is real.

9:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ugh, that image of your foot is disgusting and wonderful. Lip-liner? Foot make-up? Foot bones as toothy grin? Surreal isn't the word.

9:10 AM  
Blogger transience said...

i'd twist your pretzel shape so you couldn't breathe, finn. honestly.

11:38 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

I'm always checking for the connection between your picture and your words. It just hit me - it's the pattern on the Argyle sock, sorry I was SO slow.

CJ's probably right we spend too much time slipping in and out of each other's coffee bars, swapping stories. But time is indeed tight so why not? What else constructive would we be doing anyway!

12:31 PM  
Anonymous traci said...

Do you ever look up the meanings of your dreams? I write about my dreams as well, but I look up the interpretation (which I don't take seriously)--it's humorous!

8:27 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I'd twist and shout, I assure you.

Perfect Virgo
Yeah, I amped up that image so much it even overwhelms the Argyle pattern it is.

The interpretations mostly come from Sigmund and so I don't take them all too seriously. Too paternalistic---definitely not in touch with what's going on today. It may become the next interesting field of study---the re-interpretation of dreams based on what we've learned since Freud.

9:05 PM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

I certainly do not want to be found lacking in the pretzel twisting game of, Euro-tractor kicking, sausage faced republicans and argyle saviors…the blood…

waits for second half

12:08 AM  
Blogger MAHARAJADHIRAJ said...

Your Argyle looks like the DNA helix and its on your (stuck and bleeding)feet... do you think there's some connection there... as in a really, really primitive/basic(feet)/bloody/kickass response to... perhaps... the Republicans!

8:42 AM  
Blogger Bouls said...

Republican huckster - two way mirror- must have had a two way grin, being a Republican and a redneck to boot! Boot, ha..ha.. that just came out without thinking. Now I'm sounding ridiculous. What a strange world you've got going in your head at night, Finn. I really love the way you manipulate people in your sleep, getting them to do things..."From within my pretzel shape I willed a woman's voice from the loudspeakers, blaring falsetto..."etc. I wish I could will people like that in daylight. That's a great line. You have a great way of mixing humor and horror. Your mangled foot with the "metatarsal grin with lip-liner"...very disturbing! I'm glad that the Republican disappeared behing the two-way mirror. I hope you wound up safe and sound under your covers. I always like a happy ending.

6:03 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I doubt someone as worldly as you would be lacking in anything, Frau Wonderland.
I will be bonding the other side of my dream with this before the weekend is up.

Don't know if there is such a connection or not M (hadn't thought of that). But I sure like what it suggests!

I haven't posted the second part of what happened in this dream, so you'll have to see if things turned out all right or not. Fortunately we get to wake out of these sessions---unlike real life.

The horror vs comedy is where my dreams become doubly odd, since my mixed emotions don't allow me to really gain a footing, so to speak.

9:18 PM  
Blogger floots said...

I once had to return a tractor to the hire company. I was a student and knew little or nothing of farming. This brought back the feelings I had while I was there. I didn't bleed but I made a quick getaway. I look forward to hearing of your escape. (With one bound you were free?)

I'm making excellent progress with the pun addiction. I've written this entire comment and resisted the temptation to say "sock it to me" - oh shit, I just did! It's all so harrowing but I'll plough on ...... AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

1:39 PM  
Blogger the cloned corpse of marcus tal said...

Fascinating stuff, old boy...

I have crafted a poem in your honour consequently. Please stop by to imbibe its colors.

Kind Regards

6:41 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Where in isleandi's name were you treading to in a tractor, Herr Floots? And why did you need to make a quick getaway? Please elaborate with a poem if you will!
Your hosery puns are "darned" addictive...ahem. You've knocked my socks off. Bootiful!

the cloned corpse of marcus tal
Well I'm honored by your prismatic splashing I am I am. Really don't know what to say except "Muchas gracias". Love your portrait by the way.

7:56 PM  
Blogger rhein said...

"sausage-faced republican"...heehee, i couldn't stop giggling after that.

12:36 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Mind what you say Rhein, he's still lurking...*teeheehee*

6:34 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

did the corpsed foot hurt in the dream? yesterday i was wearing my favorite pair of socks--mustard, purple, and maroon argyle--my eyes lit up when i saw the title here. yow--tractors, argyle, and blood. a much different wear.

1:50 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

No the corpsed foot was just deadened, so to speak. And yes, the bloody Argyle was a slightly different sort of fashion statement to be sure.

10:21 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

I don't think I'll ever trust an argyle sock again.

4:32 AM  
Blogger ashling said...

you hava way with werds finnigan

that is quite wunder us !

please keep blogging

kind regards

an ashling

... :)


9:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

good humor in this one, with that noir ending. seeing all the ools abundantly in the showroom while having a helplessly stuck foot was a good demonstration of futility, and the Republican way

11:01 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

patry francis
whenever anyone tells you to keep your socks on, you'll need to think about that one.

will do my werdiest best, ashling. thanks for your drive-by wave.

Dr. Charles
Hehe, a true sign of footility, no?

11:58 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Fascinating post. I'm sorry you hurt your foot, but it certainly gave you fodder for this dream. Do you dream in colour?

I've read your comments on other writing sites we visit (or are linked) in common.
Ironically, the verification word has "cut" in it, in bright red no less.

6:11 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I find it fascinating whenever the verification word plays games with the subject at hand. It seems there's a cunning verification leper-con word man lurking behind Blogger who likes a "cut" of the action. Fine with me as long as his name isn't Schlitz.

My dreams are like black and white films with tints. Think of a make-up.

8:13 AM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Finn did you notice Marcus Tal is calling you Huckleberry? Made me stamp my foot for not thinking of it first!

10:01 AM  
Blogger Mary Alice said...


I love the balance that you create between lucid and surreal descriptions in this piece. How did you manage to remember this entire dream? What meanings does this dream have for you? I also have posted some of my literature on my blog. If you wish to read some of my writings the address is www.lostwithoutcomprehension.blogspot.com . I found your blog by reading Jane’s. I hope you don’t mind me commenting here. Oh and if anyone else would like to leave a comment on my blog I would very much appreciate that.

Mary Alice

3:32 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

perfect virgo
I noticed it like one getting slapped upside the head with a fish, as I've been putting up Twain quotes on my emails of late. Made me smile thinking of you stamping your foot. I just hope you didn't do it against a steel-treaded tractor tire.

Mary Alice
Hello Mary Alice. The meanings are stictly what you see written here, since there's nothing else I've got to go on. I find it hard to dig through what I've already dug through, especially with the baggage of "meaning" attached. I look at these as gleaned emotions and sensations from the mysterious land of nod. I share them here to find out what others think. And I find that most interesting. I love that you've stopped by to do just that, an d will drop by your place to do the same.

7:48 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Is the picture the one you created with your foot on the white tiles? Also do you think the odd sock caused the accident? I only worry because all my socks are odd and have to go for councilling

8:07 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Hello dreamy finn,
WOW! What a suspenceful dream!

I had just come out of the kitchen with popcorn and Milk Duds (really) then sat down to read your dream. The only thing missing was music. The writing was excellent, as usual.

Here are a few scenes that made me grab for a gulp of water:

1.) A huge sausage-faced Republican (who'd appeared from the other side of the two-way mirror at the back of the showroom) was eyeballing me peripherally.
2.) blaring a falsetto "Check OK on 13"!
3.) a.Argyle - b.wet Argyle
4.) bone-exposed gash that ran from my heel to my big toe. (a gulp of water thank you.)
5.) whose purpled edges gave it the hideous appearance of a metatarsal grin with lip-liner.
(not finished with the water yet.)
6.) blood around on the white tiles, finger-painting little rocket ships and spirals

Thanks to you and your dream, I don't need to go to no stinkin' movie this weekend.
2 thumbs up!

1:35 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Och Aye, is nae aboot time fer a noo blog mae frend?

3:41 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

sue hardy dawson
There was no accident. I did what i did, no matter what pattern the socks. I did, however, have a particularly hard time finding my socks that week. Hmm.

queen neetee
Glad to have entertained you so much Neetee. Milk Duds and Popcorn? You've got my imagination piqued for sure; they're the best nutrition for any movie.
I wish I had the talent to pull you along for a more extended ride, but I've only got so much gas for these little episodes, and my nights (and memory) are limited.

cocaine jesus
Scotta-'lect? Fer yoo aye'll doo ennethin.

8:27 PM  
Blogger boudica of suburbia said...

I was intensely worried that this was not in fact a dream for a bit. And then I shook myself out of my own stupidity and tried to place an agricultural supermarket along the champs elysees.

Did you go to bed with socks on? I find wearing clothes in bed leads to nightmares in which I become entangled or "stuck" in some bizarre position only to wake up with a nylon noose twisted around my neck.

just a thought


5:36 AM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

When I click to come and visit you Finn I say in my little head 'must check if Mr Sandman has posted.' Because that's what you do - you dream people dreams. Then I thought about this and pondered - is this what you do? When I write something I try to turn a decent line - one that might prick someone's ears up - one that might shed a modicum of new light on a simple thing. I also think of what the main theme is and try to hang on to it (usually lose it though).

So, back to my pondering, my question is, when you've had your fill of Ovaltine, and your tucked up under your goosedown, do you think to yourself 'How can I dream tonight to suit those readers of mine?'

Afterall you are the Sandman.

3:36 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Boudica of Suburbia
I know there are some odd little stores in Paris, but I doubt it includes argricultural machinery. But one never knows.

I go to bed with socks on only when Iosing my footing, so to speak.

A very tasty comment from the Metaphor Maven himself.

I doubt I'll ever be able to assemble any sort of "accurate" version of my dreams;
one which gives off the unique vibes I experience behind my lids. Like you, I experiment with words in order to "prick up"
sundry ears and appendages of readers. As far as sticking to a "theme", that's where things differ for me, since dreams are often a minefield of
disjointedness. The amount of reconstruction necessary often makes me feel like I'm buiding a Frankenstein's monster. And come to think of it,
Shelly wrote that book one cold winter right here in the Swiss alps.

The Sandman has got to go potty now. Adios and pleasant dreams. Bye bye.

VW= Lafvd (Funny communicable clap)

8:18 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Perhaps they needed to get away from it all

7:33 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

sue hardy-dawson
socking up the energy, i'm sure

9:19 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Time for new words please. Thank you! I can't write the story without your words.

9:11 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Queen Neetee
Sorry Dear Queeny. I've been overworked teaching lately, and so have been visiting and commenting at my favorite sites (like yours) one at a time. I will be getting over to drop off a comment and some new words as soon as I've finish the video I'm working on.

8:42 AM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Finn - here's a more general question, but what conditions, especially 'dietary' help you dream? The thing is I've been on a health kick recently after several years of eating animal and anything-fried. The thing is that dreams seem to have come back to me with a vengeance - just wondered if you dream more when you've munched a carrot than when you've downed a pepperoni pizza.

PS - WV = nekqzs. Sounds downright painful to me (Neck squeeze)

11:26 AM  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

You've been tagged. Refer to "Four"

10:52 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

I do understand. I was worried you know. I's easy to be patient now. A video huh?

11:50 PM  
Blogger Maddy said...

FANTASTIC writing! Love it!

i adore "Lolita" - when he
sees her biking down the road-
with her beautiful sunburned


3:08 AM  
Blogger Maddy said...

-you're template is really snappy

3:09 AM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

What is it about socks..sigh! mine are forever getting lost, getting mixed and mismatched..perhaps its an indictment of my psyche! a pity..but the republicans always disappear behind righteous reflections *thinking to myself*
..sigh..I have disappeared from your reading list :(..I guess..I HAVE been away for too long from the bloggin world..

10:09 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

I've never done a dietary/dream analysis per se, Ruk. Till now I've only noticed the opposite of what you've mentioned; namely that the less healthy sorts of face-feeding seems to get my mind into a nighttime frenzy. But since I've always been a heavy dreamer (regardless of diet), I haven't noticed a difference. But again, the analysis is missing. Perhaps my periods of toxic cleanup have produced Shangri-La dreams without me making the connection? But I'm only talking about the quality and not the recall.

In terms of recall, my technique has borne a lot of fruits and nuts. You've simply got to tell yourself (again and again): "YOU WILL DREAM AND REMEMBER". Upon waking, the first thing is not to be distracted by anything except where you'd just been. Take it down, either by writing notes or by recording it on some sort of device. (I do the later on my iPod simply because a pencil and pad is too unwieldy in the morning). If you don't take notes, it will slip away faster than you can say: "I can't remember".

I'm going to do some physical spring cleaning when the birds start tweeting again. I'm curious to see what happens to my dream content. Cheers.

Queen Neetee
Along with my projects and work, things haven't been going too swimmingly for me lately. I need to sort out a number of things before I'm able to blog like a blogger should. But I'll be by to comment on your latest when I can read and digest with my antennae fully extended. Thanks for being patient.

Lolita makes me smile. Along with your generous comments, what more could a man want? Cheers.

It's just a tweaking of what was available in Blogger. Glad you got a buzz from it.

Wow, I haven't heard from you in awhile, Pincushion. Glad you're alive and kicking and sending along your comments again.
And as long as you're still there blogging, I'll put you back in your reserved parking spot. I only remove a URL blog link when I think the person has moved on. Gulnaz, for instance, was one of my most frequent commenters. Then one day she ran away and hasn't been heard from since. It makes me a little wistful whenever this happens. Your visit here has made my day a little more spirited. Thanks.

VW = UVHID Ultra Violet under the covers?

3:19 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Finn - thanks for that - good tip and I might give it a go - don't worry I won't be giving you a run for your money. By the way, would welcome your thoughts on the 'deux ex machina' ending of Pete's.

12:49 PM  
Blogger Jane said...

no dreams?

3:19 AM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

ah, glad your dream stuck for so long. i'm here after some time- the post is as _______ as ever.(you'll have to fill in the blank, i simply can't find words to express my thoughts. the cut foot must have been quite a mouthful, eh? you sure you ain't suffering from foot in mouth dreams. ;-)

12:07 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

No foot-in-mouth diseases Shub, but I do admit having once upon a time bitten my toenail.

8:21 AM  
Blogger Prat said...

Finger painting rocket ships and spirals with blood.
Maybe I will put that on my to do list for the weekend.
Thanks for the idea.

9:31 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Please post the results so that I can use it for my next dream illustration!

4:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I made a song called bloody argyle sock as a remix name from NIN Ghosts from the depths of my semi-unconciousness and may you have a listen?

May there be some symbol-ism there to not be seen?

type in nameeman
the song title is IV Ghosts 34 (Bloody Argyle Sock)

I liked your dream, hope you like mine...

6:52 AM  

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