In a dream, a Hammer crushed
a Teacup, Seagulls flew overhead,
one, wearing a Ballet Slipper,
having lost its mate to a Shark.
I sit at a Wobbly Table, recently
crowned a third time by my
Dentist, singing the Rowboat song.
My therapist, who specializes in
dream interpretation, is sad.
He has no idea what it means.
In fact, he says, he’s worried
about me. But he takes a stab
at it, anyway, because, you know,
what the hell. Hammers, typically
symbolize a violence of some
kind, Teacups, insecurity,
Seagulls, a moment of scarcity,
Ballet slippers, a thing
for ballet slippers, Sharks, danger
lurking or the fear of it, Wobbly
tables, instability, especially
concerning furniture, Dentists,
masochistic tendencies, and the
Rowboat song, infantilism.
None of it is good and
he recommends that I check
myself in. Offers condolences.
This is when I decide to
stop seeing this particular therapist.
I trust my own interpretation:
Hammer: strength, obviously.
Teacup: intellectual sophistication, duh.
Seagulls: rising above the garbage of the world.
Ballet Slippers: a thing for ballet slippers.
Sharks: personal power and agency, of course.
Wobbly tables: a healthy, but off-kilter approach to my problems.
Dentists: the fear of Dentists. Nothing we can do about that.
Row row row your boat, gently down a stream.
Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be just fine.