Aphrodite vs. Venus
Nov. 9th, 2007 07:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamara_russoHaven't written about my dreams lately, except a bit here and there to tell you they're all about perach, but tonight I was finally a bit free (even if not completely) from that saga.
So I dreamed I was in a class that was being taught by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hagar_972's mother. Strangely, it was about greek mythology (or we got to talking about it... I don't know), and I was excluded from taking that class but I attended non the less.
Anyway, the class goes on, and the lecturer talks about Aphrodite being seduced. I have no idea who did it, she says, do you? And the class bursts with answers, and they include all of the gods - from Zeus to Athena to Apollo to Venus [Huh? Isn't Venus Aphrodite? Never mind, it's a dream].
So eventually I say I believe it was Venus who seduced Aphrodite, because if we look at the history of her tales we see a clear pattern.
And then the lecturer turns to me and says - "yes, but it's not the past we look at now, it's the future that counts.
Hmmm.
The dream goes on to us having a page with some sort of a small building glued to it and we have to write on it, so I start using my erasing cassette on it to make a surface and find out someone has beat me to it, so I look right and I see Dan from my high school class (but he also reminded my of Eitan from Perach) and he starts doing the assignment, and then he says something stupid and I slap him over the head, in a funny sort of way, but he is offended so I apologize.
When I woke up I tried to think what that last bit was about, so I concluded that it's the constant hitting I have with Eitan, but I think it reflect my fear that at some point he'll stop taking it as the good sport he is. Then again, we both laugh at each other and tease each other, so it's all in good nature... :)
Speaking of nature, we have a new cat downstairs in the storage room. She small, skinny, dirty little thing, with flea bites and eyes half closed due to infection, but she came up to me and rubbed her head against my hand and purred like two and a half tractors and mewed in a small sort of squeak, and I fell in love with her at that moment.
Besides, if she survived up until yesterday at the state my mom found her in, she's a fighter.
A total fighter.
So I named her Tori.
So I dreamed I was in a class that was being taught by
hagar_972's mother. Strangely, it was about greek mythology (or we got to talking about it... I don't know), and I was excluded from taking that class but I attended non the less. Anyway, the class goes on, and the lecturer talks about Aphrodite being seduced. I have no idea who did it, she says, do you? And the class bursts with answers, and they include all of the gods - from Zeus to Athena to Apollo to Venus [Huh? Isn't Venus Aphrodite? Never mind, it's a dream].
So eventually I say I believe it was Venus who seduced Aphrodite, because if we look at the history of her tales we see a clear pattern.
And then the lecturer turns to me and says - "yes, but it's not the past we look at now, it's the future that counts.
Hmmm.
The dream goes on to us having a page with some sort of a small building glued to it and we have to write on it, so I start using my erasing cassette on it to make a surface and find out someone has beat me to it, so I look right and I see Dan from my high school class (but he also reminded my of Eitan from Perach) and he starts doing the assignment, and then he says something stupid and I slap him over the head, in a funny sort of way, but he is offended so I apologize.
When I woke up I tried to think what that last bit was about, so I concluded that it's the constant hitting I have with Eitan, but I think it reflect my fear that at some point he'll stop taking it as the good sport he is. Then again, we both laugh at each other and tease each other, so it's all in good nature... :)
Speaking of nature, we have a new cat downstairs in the storage room. She small, skinny, dirty little thing, with flea bites and eyes half closed due to infection, but she came up to me and rubbed her head against my hand and purred like two and a half tractors and mewed in a small sort of squeak, and I fell in love with her at that moment.
Besides, if she survived up until yesterday at the state my mom found her in, she's a fighter.
A total fighter.
So I named her Tori.
