November 27, 2006

Sonho

Esta noite sonhei que estava num teatro olhando para o palco vazio antes da peça começar. De repente, vindo da direita, apareceu um ator vestido de barba.

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Ele parou bem no meio do palco. Parecia furioso, olhando para a platéia com uma latinha na mão que eu não identifiquei na hora.

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Ele pousou uma tabuleta no palco e, com muita dificuldade porque as letras se embaralhavam, consegui entender as palavras ADEUS MUNDO CRUEL. Nesse momento ele começou a se cobrir de espuma de barba, que era o que havia na latinha.

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Foi muito dramático. Pessoas começaram a pular de todos os lados em cima dele.

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Eu até levantei da cadeira. Ainda me lembro dos gritos. Em pouco tempo ele foi dominado, e eu só via perninhas saindo do meio da barba.

Logo reparei no detalhe do aparelho de barba, que eu não tinha visto antes, caído pateticamente no chão.
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No sonho esse aparelho me parecia simbólico, um símbolo da fragilidade humana.

Debaixo da pilha de gente o sujeito vestido de barba ficava gritando "Me deixem, me deixem, aaaaa", e "Seus corno, seus corno". Eu saí para a rua abalado, com muita pena da barba.

Mas depois passou um carro com um professor mulato dirigindo e eu fiquei correndo junto com o carro pela avenida toda e gritando que queria fazer uma tese sobre Mencken. O resto eu esqueci.

Posted by Alexandre S. at November 27, 2006 10:23 PM
Comments

Muito bom ;-)

Posted by: Ieda at November 27, 2006 11:21 PM

Mencken, bom, barba, má. Pode fazer.

Os desenhos são seus? \o/

Posted by: Gustavo at November 27, 2006 11:36 PM

Pois, são, Gustavo, mas não que isso seja motivo de orgulho. ;>)

Quando acordei reparei que não era um professor, era um antigo apresentador do E! que no sonho eu talvez tenha confundido com Bryant Gumble, ou algo assim.

Posted by: Alexandre S. at November 27, 2006 11:46 PM

Desculpe, mas assim que bati o olho no primeiro desenho, o que veio à minha cabeça foi um monte de pêlos pubianos.

Se faltou sexo no seu sonho, não falta mais.

Posted by: Bruno at November 28, 2006 01:36 AM

Isso me passou pela cabeça, mas só quando acordei. Não sei como interpretar uma vagina suicida, mas barba suicida também não é muito mais facil.

Posted by: Alexandre S. at November 28, 2006 01:49 AM

erm.
mas então ninguém fez a barba.
quer dizer.
ahn. deixa pra lá.

Posted by: Olivia at November 28, 2006 04:37 AM

Alexandre, só por curiosidade, como você sabia que o cara dirigindo o carro era um professor? :)

Posted by: frost at November 28, 2006 05:44 AM

Alexandre,

Transforma esse sonho num roteiro e manda pro David Lynch! Abraços!

Posted by: Gabriel at November 28, 2006 06:21 AM

Curioso... embora alguém vá dizer que há uma certa ironia neo-burguesa liberal antimarxista no contexto.

Posted by: Estevam at November 28, 2006 06:24 AM

Barba vinda da direita do palco e depois raspada? Sinto desapontar os freudianos, mas o Alexandre sonhou foi com o Enéas.

Posted by: mauro at November 28, 2006 06:55 AM

A pior parte é que isso não fica assim tão distante do que boa parte do que se faz de teatro em São Paulo hoje... uma lástima. Mas sempre há o que se salve, ainda bem.

Posted by: Alessandra at November 28, 2006 07:46 AM

Raspar a barba pode ser considerado um ato subversivo. Os caras que saltaram devem ser militantes de esquerda ou fundamentalistas religiosos dispostos a tudo para impedir tamanho sacrilégio.

Posted by: Helder at November 28, 2006 11:25 AM

As pessoas correndo pra salvar estão muito boas, o carinha da direita todo NAAAAAAA... ^^

Posted by: Elton at November 28, 2006 12:37 PM

Muito bom, Alexandre.

Posted by: ulisses at November 28, 2006 12:51 PM

Esse sonho é facilmente interpretado pelo método iungo-munguiano/fróido-petista. Revela q vc tem medo de se ver como lulista enrustido – portanto, diria Lacan, vc já se vê como um lulista enrustido. Pelo seguinte: toda pessoa q figura num sonho é um alter-ego do próprio sonhador; e, em sonhos, o teatro é um símbolo da psiquê (o consciente é onde as peças são apresentadas ao público, teu eu social; o sub- e o in-consciente são os bastidores, sub-solos, &c; vide "O Fantasma da Ópera"). No teu sonho, o ator é vc mesmo apresentando a si mesmo a própria lulidade e querendo, digamos, barbeá-la – isto é, mostrar q vc está por trás da barba lulista, revelar q vc está escondendo de si mesmo o fato de q uma parte de vc é lulista, embora vindo da direita (ou seja, indo prà esquerda). A lata na mão é uma cerveja q teu inconsciente matreiramente identificou como creme de barbear (= cerveja cremosa: coisa de Lula: coisa de homem). O fato de q o ator pretende usar o creme, indica q somente num estado de embriaguez vc se barbearia (ou seja, se desnudaria perante os outros) e admitiria q tem mais pontos de concordância com Lula do q admitiria abertamente estando sóbrio. Teu superego então procurou a todo custo impedir a revelação suicida ("adeus, mundo cruel"), e atacou o ator (ou fingidor) q quer revelar sua identidade oculta. Na verdade, o ataque do superego está fadado ao fracasso desde o início, pois o próprio sonho JÁ É a temida revelação. Pra se defender, o ator (tua persona pública) revela q o superego foi traído ("corno") – isto é, q teu conservadorismo está emasculado de alguma forma. Essas ameaças de revelações abalaram vc de tal forma q vc se sentiu mais lento (mais atrasado) q um professor mulato (ou seja – no teu universo simbólico – um professor brasileiro "de periferia"); então procurou compensar com o anúncio de um desejo de vingança desesperada por meio de uma tese professoral sobre um notório satirista sarcástico em quem o teu consciente se apóia pra satirizar e sarcasmizar a odiada imagem externa da tua vergonhosa verdade íntima: Lula (Soares) da Silva.

Simples, não? :•)

Posted by: Permafrost at December 6, 2006 07:58 PM

Alexandre e Bruno,
para um teste de Rorschach o estranho seria não pensar em uma vagina, acho eu.
Abraços,
Gabriel Filártiga.

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