Sometimes our hobby gets the better of us. During hour 5 of yet another riveting performance of Das Rheingold, does your attention wander from the finer points of Wagnerian vibrato? Does Olympic heroism make you think only of libation? Instead of giving your country's president (or other monarch) full heed, can you think only of which bottle to uncork with the traditional Borscht simmering on the stove? Does an uncompromised view of your steatopygous next door neighbor cause a rise only in your gorge, as you contemplate those California bottles that won't fit in your racks?
Face it, you're obsessed. But it gets worse. What to do when the fixation spills over into the Stygian realm? What should we do when we dream of wine?
The answer of course, is to call for interpretations from our very own support group, AFW! (Excepting Nils from comment, as I'm sure we'd rather get inferior help for free than have to shell out for a professional).
In this dream I am digging up bottles from the cellar of a house outside of NY that I lived in during the adolescent years. The cellar has lots of windows, with sunshine streaming in. (Must be why I buried the damn things). I find a cache of '83 Bordeaux, and put them upright on a table for later. Wait, what's this? An old, old Hermitage. So old it is only half full. So old that the red wine has turned clear. How sad. I resolve to drink it anyway. Now I'm bringing some new wine into the cellar. It's a sparkler from NY State, but it looks like it's in Miller Beer bottles! At least it's got crown caps! But the move has shaken the bottles, and the caps are leaking. Have I lost confidence in Stelvin? Wine under pressure is bubbling out. I'm convinced the bottles will be just fine, though.
Hmm, on second thought, any idiot can interpret this dream. What I need are the deep interpretations, plucked from the profound sub-conscious! (Of course, a less mundane dream would help matters too.)
Have at it, ye amateur Freuds. And remember: sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar. And a popping champagne cork is...
-E
P.S. Of course, you could submit your own wine-obsessed dreams for analysis and other razzing.