Ella Fitzgerald may have been known as the queen of scat singers, but I may become known as one of the best scat dreamers. Two weeks ago, I had another Scatalogical dream all about funk and constipation, but the meaning was very clear to me. And it ended up being quite funny, indeed!
I went to sleep haunted with memories of being in some of the most unlikely places searching for my life - dark alleys, ghetto stairwells, basements, and public restrooms. In my dream, it wasn't unusual that I found myself behind an abandoned building looking for a place to release myself. As dreams are often hazy, this building was a combination of restroom and shelter for the homeless. I started to whizz, and noticed a man who in real life is a wealthy downtown business owner known for hob-knobbing with the rich and famous. He was bankrupt and homeless, and trying to hide it while pushing a shopping cart with all of his belongings in it. And while I knew it wasn't necessarily about him, I thought about how many of us can look like we have it all, or have it all together, and also have secrets that we don't want anyone to know about.
After I pissed, I had to dooky, and that's when things really got funky! I was constipated and it was stuck. It wouldn't come out and I had to give it some help. I pushed, pulled and pressed until it finally released, and what I thought was a log of shyt, actually unfolded into a log of pages. Pages and papers (or was it a manuscript?) all typed with legible words like on newspapers and magazines.
I remember thinking how did I consume, or endure all of that to finally release all of this?
Suddenly, Marvin's father appeared, and this time he was with his social activist friends. They'd come to this part of town to march, protest, witness or help the so-called less fortunates. My wealthy friend tried to hide and so did I. I did not want to be seen in a place I was not supposed to be in. I didn't want to be caught dirty and nasty or in my shyt. So I sought to wipe myself clean. But there was nothing left to wipe away. I had already released it all! There was no need for me to hide! I was already clean from the filth!
And I laughed. And I laughed so loud and significant that I woke up!