Saturday, December 27, 2008

Interpreting Smurfs and Hugs



At first glance, I thought these were two separate dreams.  But the more I thought about them, the more I realized that they were connected.  My uncle Mel was such an important part of my life. He always helped me to understand the crazy things that would go on in my world and make me feel better about them.  He was also the glue that kept my family close.  You know who that's like? Papa Smurf.  Everytime Gargamel came close to eating all the Smurfs or a magic egg that granted everybody's wish lead to chaos, Papa Smurf brought everything back to normal.  

Looking at the dream dictionary,  I see that "hugging" in dreams means "closeness".  Ever since my uncle mel died, our family hasn't been as close.  In the dream I try and hug everyone but the hugs don't feel "real".  I tried again, and they still felt fake.  Maybe this means that I want to be close to my family, but I don't know how anymore now that he's gone.

The second part of the dream had Papa Smurf teaching a regular Smurf how to play the piano. In the dream dictionary it says that a "piano" means "harmony".  The dictionary also says when you dream of a piano out of tune it means you need to "repair a relationship".  Returning to my dream, the Smurf played the piano poorly at first, but with the help of Papa Smurf, he began playing beautifully.  So beautifully that it began to add to a movie that played above the piano. Maybe the dream means that with Uncle Mel's (Papa Smurf) help, I can begin to get close to my family again and bring my life back into harmony.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

My Dream: Hugs and Smurfs

  
photo by cheezelsmurf

I dreamed that my family came over to my mom's apartment to visit. There was my cousin Leslie, my cousin Adrian, my aunt Judy and my Uncle Mel (who passed away from lung cancer last year). As I opened the door to greet them, I gave each one a hug. But the hugs didn't feel right. None of them were close family hugs...they felt like the "fake" hugs you give someone you really don't know that well. My uncle Mel said, "those don't feel like real hugs..." So I tried again, but they still felt fake.

Then everything switched and I was watching a TV with an expert on the Smurfs. He looked at me and explained "those aren't the real Smurfs." Suddenly I was in an underground room. It was dusty, but it was a warm and happy place. There was a big cauldron and someone was cooking something. The expert continued, "These are the real Smurfs". I looked and there were a bunch of boring looking animations of guys pretending to be Smurfs. I looked away and then looked back. Now, they looked pretty much like regular Smurfs (although not as cute). Papa Smurf is explaining to another Smurf how to play the piano. The Piano is made of old brown wood and as he plays, the notes are displayed on a big screen TV above. The Smurf is playing horribly and is ready to give up. But Papa Smurf encourages him, "just play A, B, D, A." He hits the notes and it sounds good. The Smurf brightens up and plays it faster. "A B D A." Now, as he plays the screen is showing a scene from a movie and the music the Smurf is playing is part of the movie. Papa Smurf is delighted by the music and says now try "A B A D A A". The Smurf does and it's perfect for the movie-- adding to the suspense...

Friday, November 28, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Scenes from the book The Host by Stephanie Meyer

Hey everyone, I just finished my comic about one of my favorite books, The Host. Check it out:

\the host \

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

My Life as a Farm Worker



Every day during the harvest I get up before the sun rises. With my
family, I travel to the fields. We might pick strawberries one week
and apples the next. Squatting down in the field all day long makes
my back and knees ache. If it's hot, my skin burns. When it rains, I
have no choice but to get wet. While all my friends are at school,
I'm stuck out here. When I come back, I'm far behind and some times I
feel like I want to give up. I fight with my parents about working,
but if I didn't we wouldn't have enough money to get by. I wish we
could get paid more, work in safer conditions or just get out.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

My Picture with Freud


If I could stand next to anyone in a photo it would be Sigmund Freud. Freud was born in 1856 and died in 1939. He is the most important thinker in the history of psychology. Maybe you’ve never heard of Freud, but I bet you’ve heard of some of the ideas he invented. Ever heard of “ego”? Freud invented that concept to explain the side of humans that reason and have common sense. Ever heard someone say “he’s in denial”, or “she’s acting out”, or “she is suppressing her true feelings”? All those concepts are from Freud! Freud also wrote a lot about how to figure out the meaning of dreams. 

If I could ask Freud a question after our photo was taken it would be “why is it that some mornings you remember your dreams and other mornings you have absolutely no idea what you dreamed about?” I think he would reply, “the deepest and most meaningful dreams you have are often too difficult to face, so your mind hides them away.”

My New Song: Pelican



So a few months ago, I went on vacation with my wife, Mrs. Silverstein, and Mr. Silverstein to Costa Rica.  Mr. Silverstein plays the ukulele.  I, of course am a rhymer.  We thought it would be interesting to make a song that blended our two talents.  For a couple of days we sat under a palm tree near the ocean and recorded.  Click below to hear the result: