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Maneki Neko...
Mar. 16th, 2009 01:07 pmI woke up today in tears. It happens sometimes when I have a distressing dream...This time it was due to my Maneki Neko piggy bank, a strange thing to be dreaming about for sure but lately I've been thinking about it. Anyway, in the dream my sister raided my cat and took half of the coins that were in it. And in doing so, she ended up damaging the cat as well. It was like bits around of the opening where you slip in the coins on top had been chipped off and they were pretty large bits.
I don't know why I found it so distressing, only that I did. Part of the reason has to be the fact that I'm finally nearing the end of having it completely filled with coins -- a feat considering the thing is like a foot tall. I've been chipping away at it since I got it in high school and finally, I'm to the point where coins refuse to go go in without a bit of help. It's exciting for me, stupid, I know but I can't help it.
I've always had a thing for Maneki Nekos, one of the reasons why I received the bank as a birthday present. They're just so cute! And they're good luck, something everyone who knows me, knows I need more of since I'm not inherently lucky. I wouldn't say have bad luck either but in times where fortune could bestow itself on me, it generally doesn't.
Anyway, I dreamed it had been tampered with. I hate it when my things are not as they were supposed to be, which was what happened to the cat in the dream. Not only was it broken, to have gotten at the money at that large of a quantity, it would have had to been opened from the bottom. But covering the opening is green felt that is glued on so to get that the opening, you would have to rip off the green felt, further damaging the cat from its pristine untouched state. It's absolutely crazy how much stuff like that annoys me. I'm a bit anal that way, always have been.
I was so upset that in the dream I told my sister "At this moment, I love it more than I love you." o.O It was a dream and yet I still feel guilty for saying that... Somehow, I get the feeling it's what I would have said in real life had it happened... Although, I probably wouldn't have been crying but more pissed off. I got the feeling in the dream it was some sort of revenge thing that was happening, something that involved daan tarts (HK egg tarts, my absolute favorite Chinese pastry) because my sister had stolen them from me as well and had hid them in the hallway closet. But they weren't the good tarts, but bad ones that had a cake like crust instead of one that was flaky... It was so strange because we were in our house back in Portland and not in Hood River... And for some reason, we ended up dissing the tarts as being "daan tats for truckers."
When I woke up, I realized I was stereotyping truckers... Why they incurred my wrath in my subconscious is beyond me though... This whole dream was a bit bizarre, starting with the crying and ending with the tarts... :\ I'm just kinda confused about it. But now that I'm awake, I wish my eyes didn't feel as crusty or gummy as they do after a crying jag and that I had a box of daan tats to enjoy. Mmm...daan tats...
I don't know why I found it so distressing, only that I did. Part of the reason has to be the fact that I'm finally nearing the end of having it completely filled with coins -- a feat considering the thing is like a foot tall. I've been chipping away at it since I got it in high school and finally, I'm to the point where coins refuse to go go in without a bit of help. It's exciting for me, stupid, I know but I can't help it.
I've always had a thing for Maneki Nekos, one of the reasons why I received the bank as a birthday present. They're just so cute! And they're good luck, something everyone who knows me, knows I need more of since I'm not inherently lucky. I wouldn't say have bad luck either but in times where fortune could bestow itself on me, it generally doesn't.
Anyway, I dreamed it had been tampered with. I hate it when my things are not as they were supposed to be, which was what happened to the cat in the dream. Not only was it broken, to have gotten at the money at that large of a quantity, it would have had to been opened from the bottom. But covering the opening is green felt that is glued on so to get that the opening, you would have to rip off the green felt, further damaging the cat from its pristine untouched state. It's absolutely crazy how much stuff like that annoys me. I'm a bit anal that way, always have been.
I was so upset that in the dream I told my sister "At this moment, I love it more than I love you." o.O It was a dream and yet I still feel guilty for saying that... Somehow, I get the feeling it's what I would have said in real life had it happened... Although, I probably wouldn't have been crying but more pissed off. I got the feeling in the dream it was some sort of revenge thing that was happening, something that involved daan tarts (HK egg tarts, my absolute favorite Chinese pastry) because my sister had stolen them from me as well and had hid them in the hallway closet. But they weren't the good tarts, but bad ones that had a cake like crust instead of one that was flaky... It was so strange because we were in our house back in Portland and not in Hood River... And for some reason, we ended up dissing the tarts as being "daan tats for truckers."
When I woke up, I realized I was stereotyping truckers... Why they incurred my wrath in my subconscious is beyond me though... This whole dream was a bit bizarre, starting with the crying and ending with the tarts... :\ I'm just kinda confused about it. But now that I'm awake, I wish my eyes didn't feel as crusty or gummy as they do after a crying jag and that I had a box of daan tats to enjoy. Mmm...daan tats...
