Nipples
Last night I dreamt about a man who dived down to the bottom of a lagoon to collect the nipples, resting at the bottom, that people had lost swimming. The man may or may not have been me. Slowly and carefully, he collected the nipples in a jar which was already half full, smiling as he did so.
I don’t think dreams are significant in and of themselves (they’re more like madlibs that sometimes reveal something about the subject), and that’s why it’s fun to assign meaning to them. Maybe this one is about recovering from alienation, or ideas for an intuitive user interface.
Maybe I’m just obsessed with nipples (after all, they’re pretty neat!), or maybe I’m overlooking something obvious, like the psychology student who relates his dream of “firing a gun with a glove over one end”, wondering what it all means.