Saturday, December 31, 2011

Visit from Departed Loved Ones

This dream will make more sense if I relate to you the correlations between the dream and my waking life.

My former mother-in-law, Lorraine, has been residing in an assisted living facility for quite a while and this past year, her son (my ex) moved her closer to where he and one of my daughters live. 

Nearly every week I travel 85 miles to watch my son's kids (they live about ten miles from her new home), and I try to visit my former mother-in-law every time I care for my grandchildren.

Lorraine had a very good friend, Dolores, when she was living in the home she owned for several decades before she lost her ability to care for herself. Dolores died several years ago. In my dream, I am visiting Lorraine and a priest is in her room talking to somebody I don't recognize. Lorraine is in another room in the home. I leave her room and run into Dolores. Surprised to see her, I tell Dolores that Lorraine will be so happy to see her.

I later leave the facility with my grandchildren. Taylor is sitting in the front seat with me. Kaden and Zac are both sitting in the back seat. The car is not responding to my movements though, and even though I appear to be having difficulty maneuvering the car through traffic and at one point actually fall under the steering wheel, Taylor doesn't appear to be at all affected by the problems.

Later in the dream we end up in a restaurant. The moment we walk in I see my friend, Scott, standing at the counter holding a tray in his hands. Happy to see him, I wrap my arm around him and tell him I am happy to see him, but also sorry that I hadn't read his Christmas letter yet, because so many things have been going on in my life and I haven't gotten around to reading it yet.

(In my waking life, until this morning, the letter sat unread on my counter.)

I settle the kids at a table and walk back to the counter, passing Scott's table where he is deeply engaged in conversation with his dad. I say something to him, but it was apparent he doesn't want to be interrupted. Not wanting to disturb his conversation, I continue on.

(In reality, Scott's dad died this past September.)

I can't help but wonder, that while I was dreaming of Lorraine and Dolores, and of Scott and his father, they too were dreaming of their departed loved ones who, in spirit form, were visiting them in their dreams.

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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Cuddling In Bed With Zak Bagans



First of all, I would like to say that though I find this particular ghost hunter kind of sexy, I did NOT invite this dream. So I wonder subconsciously why he even came into my dream. I don't even get Ghost Adventures anymore, because I had to switch to basic cable.

But I admit it. I had a dream about him. Oh well. Maybe I'm young at heart.

Zak would probably be upset to know this little old lady had THAT kind of dream about him. But seriously (really!) we were only cuddling. And I'm NOT going to apologize. This guy has a beautiful body. He works out!



Oh, I can already hear my kids going, "Ewwww..."

But I can hear my grandkids laughing ;)

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

7 Different Dream Types and What They Mean


Guest post by Brooke Stafford

As this blog has discussed in detail, there are loads of different kinds of dreams out there. Everything from being chased by monsters to flying away can all leave the dreamer with a sense of confusion as to what they have just dreamed.  To help, we have gathered seven different kinds of dreams and what they can mean below.

1.     The nightmare – We all have them, and we all have them differently.  Common types of nightmares include being chased, falling, showing up to school/work naked, etc.  These types of dreams often signify that you have a problem about which you are not happy.  If you regularly experience these kinds of dreams, you probably know what’s causing them and you should try a different approach to solving them.

2.     The disaster dream – Not all nightmares happen as in the above.  Some of them revolve around a disaster such as a fire, hurricane, earthquake, or other natural disaster.  These dreams often tell that the dreamer is very happy with something but afraid of losing it.  Maybe homeowner’s insurance isn’t such a bad thing after all if getting it or increasing it helps you sleep better.

3.     The mission dream – Ever dream you are a secret agent on an impossible mission?  This can often be a sign that your unconscious mind is trying to tell you something and only by completing the mission can you know what that is.  It doesn’t have to be a secret agent; any dream where you are trying to find someone, get somewhere, etc. can be this type of dream.

4.     The visit dream – Have you ever dreamed of someone who has left this world?  It is not uncommon for our unconscious to seek out in the dream world what we miss so much in the real world.  Be particularly aware of any messages the deceased gives you as it often means what you think they should have told you before they died.

5.     The wish come true dream – Always dreamed of owning an exotic car, and all of the sudden you’re driving one dream-style?  These can be some of the best dreams ever, whether it’s becoming a rock star, published author, lottery winner, whatever your heart desires.  They’re also good for helping you find your true purpose.

6.     The flying dream – These dreams can take on any different number of meanings.  Some experts tell us that flying dreams signify a desire to return to childhood while others associate it with sex.  If you have a dream like this, remembering if you are flying away or to something and what the something is helps determine what the dream really means.

7.     The sex dream – This is one dream where the cigar isn’t a cigar.  If whatever your hormones desire are what is being dreamt about, you don’t need an expert interpreter to figure out what’s going on.  Chances are, if you enjoyed whatever’s going on the dream, you will enjoy it in real life, so see if your partner is up to it.

Brooke Stafford is a nursing practitioner student and also writes for Family Nurse Practitioner Degrees. The site helps students find the right nurse practitioner degree to fit their needs.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Man Dreams About Being a Woman

The following is a dream I received in an email from a man last week. His dream is written "as is" with paragraphs added to separate some of his longer paragraphs. My comments about the dream appear in italics.

This is a report of a dream I had on Monday 12/12/11 before 21:30 in the evening. I had an early night because I was incredibly tired during the day and I guess the content of the dream woke me up. Essentially, what happened was that I was a young, perhaps 35 or 30 year old woman who was a police officer, and I remember this being a very late part of the dream (there were earlier parts before it) although I can’t easily remember or visualise the earlier parts, although I believe they had something to do with investigating various crimes, but I can’t remember them. Some people might say that some of the areas of our brains that are inaccessible to us are memories from past lives, and some of those people say that though we may be of one sex in this life, we may have been members of the other sex in previous lives. Another explanation might be that you were accessing the feminine parts of yourself in this dream (we all have masculine and feminine energies).



Now in this part, for some reason, I was in the basement of a hotel, which was actually a computer service room and I was asleep on a chair and in front of me was some kind of server, which was sat on my lap, and inside the server were various (what  I assume to be) electronic components, although in the dream they were represented by – this is really strange – this is old, really really old IBM typewriter that used this cylindrical ball with these letters on and it rotated the ball into place and stamped it to make an impression on the page – anyway, it was a load of those. Basements often represent your base instincts and urges. Balls could represent sexual experiences, especially in this situation when they are sitting on your lap.

Anyway, this guy in a white coat comes over and at first it looks as though he is conducting some kind of maintenance on these electrical components. He starts screwing one of these typewriter heads really really tightly into position and for some reason it looks as though it’s some kind of sexual fetish he’s getting pleasure from and once he’s finished screwing this typewriter head really really tightly into place in the set of circuit boards, he drops the tool he was using (a pair of pliers or something like that) and then slumps forward onto the circuit board or whatever it was on my lap and falls asleep. Screwing has many connotation. And white coat could refer to a doctor. Maybe you feel as if you are getting badly screwed by someone or some organization and you feel that they are deriving pleasure from your pain. Or possibly you feel that your life has gotten to the point where men in white coats will be coming for you.

So I’m horrified by this and grab this tool as evidence and then run out of this computer server lab, which is still in the basement of the hotel, walk through a really long corridor, which reminds me of the French catacombs – not because there’re are skulls on the walls but because it’s brick corridors, semicircular brick corridors and very dimly lit. I run along them and reach a door that takes me outside and it’s nighttime at the time and see a security guard there and scream really really loudly to him asking him whether anyone from Plusnet, which happens to be our internet service provider at home, whether technical support is available, to which he answers no. Darkness indicates that you lack insight into your current situation. Even after you left the "catacombs," you are still in darkness.



I then stumble out into a square outside, which is very very lively. It’s nighttime at the time, people are partying very loudly, there’s a bar to my left. The first person who comes up to me is a representative of the hotel – I’m obviously a guest there. I’m still this 35 year old woman by the way, and I’m trying to maintain my composure although I’m frantic and horrified by what I’ve just seen by this computer service technician, and this hotel representative brings this American guest over, who’s really concerned because somebody has used her sugar cube and the hotel is embarrassed because they’re not sure what’s happened to the sugar cube so, knowing I’d play along, they say that I’m the one who took the sugar cube and I saw ‘yep, yep that was me, I took the sugar cube, I will give it back to you, etc.’ I would pay attention to what sugar cubes mean to you – does somebody you know use them frequently? At one time (and possibly still) people used sugar cubes to introduce hallucinogenics. I wonder why you were so willing to accept blame for taking the sugar cube. 



And this is where things start to get really really horrifying. For instance, I look at the American woman, who for some reason is quite large, and I reach out and poke her stomach and, as I do so, she turns into plasticine – well not even plasticine – like more like rotting flesh – putrefied flesh and my hand sinks right into it and as my hand does so, the putrefaction transfers into my arm, which then immediately becomes bloated and I basically freak out. It’s obvious from everyone around that I’m just delusional and that when I look down at my arm it’s like it and when I look up, everyone’s face is just absolutely horrified and when I look down again it’s absolutely normal and so is the American woman and people were freaking out because I’m freaking out. It appears here that you are losing your ability to perceive things correctly, almost like you had swallowed a sugar cube laced with acid.

I then see various other examples of this and one of the last ones  - I can’t really remember them – but one of the last ones was reaching down into the glove because I thought it was filled with Cheerios and then it turned out to be filled with maggots and insects that are writing around my hand, and I throw the glove onto the floor, and it turns out that it was just, for some reason, a glove filled with Cheerios and then everyone else is absolutely horrified by the fact that I’m having this mental delusion.


Then I see one look and see that there’s a sofa in the corner and I decide that I need to lie down, so I lie down and then I see me – well I am me – rather than this woman again and I see her and I’m looking down over her (who I was a moment before) and then I woke up. Your perceptions in this dream appear to be distorted. I would look at your awake life and ask what you are perhaps distorting or perceiving incorrectly.



It’s now 21:47 and I’m going to try to get back to sleep. (That must have been a relief.)

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In the preceding dream, a lot of "things" appear that the dreamer may want to understand. Using Gayle Delaney's process of understanding dreams, I would suggest he separate the things from this story and ask him to explain what each thing means to him. I would also ask him if he has an emotional connection to any of them.

Interpreting dreams is a process. When we record our dreams, after several days or weeks, we may notice a connection between our dreams and those connections will help us understand the common threads that run through our dreams. By understanding our dreams, we understand ourselves.

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Departed Loved One Visits In Dream

Perhaps it was because I saw somebody who reminded me of her yesterday, or perhaps it was that it was at this time of the year several years ago that I began my search for her. Or maybe it's a combination of both.

Katherine and I became very good friends one Super Bowl Sunday when we were at the same party. We discovered we were both in the early stages of pregnancy and that we were due around the same time. From that moment on, we became great friends.

Through laughter and through tears and throughout many years, we shared secrets, we laughed, and we comforted each other through our divorces. We got together about three or four times a year, and I always called her or she called me several times throughout the year – especially at Christmas.

I know I started calling her about this time in 2006 to wish her a Merry Christmas and to see how she and her kids (now grown) were doing. For two months I kept getting messages that her voicemail was full.

Not until I found her son online the following February did I discover how ill she was and that she had died that following January.

Yesterday I saw a woman who reminded me of Katherine, the friend I have been missing for nearly four years. Last night I dreamed we were together again, and when it came time to say goodbye, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug, wiping tears that streamed down my face, telling her through sobs how much I missed her.

I'd like to think that on some level, our spirits connected last night in a dream.


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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Bad Grandma

For the past year or so, my four-year-old grandson has been having bad dreams about what he calls, "Bad Grandma" and "Bad Gamma." These nightmares center around his being frightened of these grandmotherly types because they are either chasing him or doing something else that scares him.

Because he calls me, "Grandma" and he calls his other grandmother, "Gamma," I wanted to know what Bad Grandma looked like.

"You," Nolan responded.

I felt the edges of my mouth draw downward and wondered what it was I might have done to scare him so badly that he had nightmares about me.

"But she's not you." Nolan must have noticed my worried expression. "She just looks like you."

"Well, then, what does Bad Gamma look like?" I wanted to know.

"Gamma. But she's not Gamma either. She just looks like her."

Generally, people who appear in dreams, if they are not the actual subjects of the dream, might be substitutes for other people in a child's life. But at the age of four (and going back to the age of three), Nolan has been around mostly family members, peers, and teachers from his preschool. Bad Grandma and Bad Gamma have appeared more than once.

So a reasonable explanation could be that in our daily lives, Gamma and I (Grandma) are such sweet human beings that Nolan had to create Bad Grandma and Bad Gamma to give us more rounded personalities. ;)

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Monday, September 5, 2011

   I was in the military, more specifically my father was in World War 1 and I was currently in World War 2.  I died somehow in the ocean. I don't recall witnessing my death but I actually figured it out when I was rescued by a submarine.  It was kind of like the movie Beetlejuice where the ghosts communicated with each other. The submarine was a ferry for the deseased.

We then wandered the seas finding those who needed our help until it was time to return people to their families.  We hit mainland and instantly I was magnetically pulled to my mother and father's house.  I sat on the dryer in their garage holding a chalkboard and wrote down what happened.

They couldn't see me but they could see the floating chalkboard and the words I was writing.  I actually don't even remember what was said on the chalkboard because then my phone rang and I was awoken.

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The preceding dream sounds eerily like a dream of awareness after death, because the body is cognitive of the fact that it is dead. 

This could also be a dream of reincarnation. Hypnotherapists, when taking patients back in time to their earliest memories, in an attempt to understand current behavior, have sometimes taken patients back so far, their patients have memories of being in the womb and even further back to memories of a previous life.

Though it sounds like something out of a science fiction movie, perhaps the magnetic draw the dreamer felt was the moment of conception or the moment of birth.

Though our bodies die, our spirits live on. We use so little of our brain and we live (in terms of eternity) for such a short time, who's to say that we don't try to contact our loved ones after we die? The chalkboard probably represents the dreamer's attempt to communicate to her parents that she had died.

Of course, other scenarios are possible. The dryer could be significant because it was in the garage. Not knowing the dreamer, I would ask if the dryer was ready for the junkyard or if it was usable. Was it in the garage so the house would be kept cooler during the summer months? Was it a place the dreamer frequently sat upon to write?

If the dryer does not represent warmth (as in being in a mother's womb), it serves a different purpose in the dream, and I would need more information. To me, though, this dream represents a buried memory of the end of a past life and the beginning of a new life.


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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Weird Weeks

Crazy busy. I know. You're crazy busy too. But I've been away from the Internet (not always my choice) numerous times over the past few weeks, and I have neglected my writing while I attend to more mundane tasks like paying bills I can't afford to pay.

Most of the time I'm busy, it's because I'm with grandchildren. A lot of the time I've been busy has been because I've been without the Internet (scowl, shriek, scream). And the rest of the time I've been dealing with problems, one of which was – you guessed it – the Internet.

So today I have no dreams to share with you (yet), but I would like to leave you with a comment made by renowned psychic, Edgar Cayce, "Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions."

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Friday, July 8, 2011

Back to School Dreams

I received the following dream in an email:

In September I am going into Third Year so I will be doing my Junior Certificate. I had a dream last night that I was in a classroom. It was the same classroom I had in First Class in Primary School.

Anyway, it was the start of the year and the teacher was walking around the room. Usually you get the same teachers for Third Year but I never saw this woman before. She had short blonde curly hair. Actually she looked a lot like my hairdresser. The girl I was sitting next to (she looked like my best friend) was working and I asked her what book we were meant to have. It was the same book I had in Primary School.

I didn't have any books with me so I started to panic. I don't remember what happens after that.

The thing is, most summers I have weird dreams like this before school starts. Especially if they are important years like my first year of Secondary School. Should I be worried about this or is it perfectly normal?

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Any new beginning, whether negative or positive, is stressful. Many people don't handle change well and dreams often take on the stresses of the day.

"It was the same classroom I had in First Class in Primary School," indicates a new beginning. Your surprise about the new teacher probably only indicates that you anticipate experiencing new things.

Because your new teacher looks like your hairdresser, ask yourself how you would describe your hairdresser. Qualities she (or he?) possesses could represent qualities that might cause anxiety for you.

Your best friend is probably somebody you trust. While your friend was prepared, you weren't.

Should you be worried? No. Having dreams of being unprepared is typical. Many (maybe most) of us have stress dreams when we are about to embark upon a new venture.

Sometimes dreams are warning us to be prepared. A day planner should help. Write down everything you need to remember and get in the habit of referring to your planner often. That way you'll be prepared.

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

16th Century Vampires

This dream was sent to me through email (weirddreams@mail.com) and I must confess, trying to interpret this dream is quite a challenge, so I welcome other interpretations. Here is the dream as written, but with paragraph breaks added to make reading easier:

I was in the 16th century with two other people. One was a girl with snow white hair called Eliza and the other was a guy called Damien. I had this huge spell book and I was reading it. A vampire came up to me and slit my hands with a knife.

He joined hands with me. His hands were slit also. Somehow I turned into a vampire. The people I was with turned into vampires too. I think I turned them into one.

Then we joined hands and started flying. We didn't have enough power to fly high so we kept falling... Then we landed in this weird old building. There were humans there and they were burning witches and vampires. They were doing some sort of service. I flew up to a higher spot so I could see better but I fell....

The leader, a woman with black hair in her mid-fifties grabbed my ankle when I tried to get up. She said she knew what I was and that she was going to kill me. But my friends grabbed her and flung her across the room. We started flying but there was nowhere to go so we hid.

We hid for a hundred years. It felt like a few nights to us. We had no energy because we hadn't eaten. So at night when everyone was asleep we decided to try and escape. There was an open door so we decided to get out that way. When we got out of the building we kept flying. Eventually we were off the coast of South America.

The weirdest part of the dream was when one of my friends turned to me and asked "Do you want to go to Ireland? I've always wanted to go there." I said "No. My mom and brother live there. I don't want them to get hurt." The dream got a bit hazy from there.

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The weirdest part of this dream for me was the same as was the weirdest part of the dream to the dreamer. She talks about vampires and witches, starvation and flying, then suddenly, interjected into the dream is a question about going to Ireland.

Whenever we dream about the past, we generally have to address something about our past. That she wanted to protect her mother and her brother might mean that something occurred in her past that made them vulnerable.

Reading a spells book could mean that the dreamer is looking for a magical way to handle life circumstances.

Dreams of vampires often indicate that somebody is sucking the life from us, and considering that the dreamer spoke of not having enough energy, she might look to people around her who are sucking the life from her, particularly the man with whom she joined hands, or somebody who represents that man.

People who appear in our dreams could represent people in our lives or they could represents aspects of ourselves. They could also represent our values, our morals, or the way we view life. Eliza and Damien, if they are people known to the dreamer, could represent aspects of the dreamer or aspects of people the dreamer knows.

The woman with white hair and the woman with black hair could indicate a problem with seeing things only in black and white, or they could represent various parts of the dreamer.

White hair sometimes represents wisdom. The woman with black hair might represent the dreamer who herself could be a leader or who was a leader or who will be a leader in her mid fifties. Not knowing the age of the dreamer, I can only speculate.

Because the woman with black hair was trying to kill her but also knew what she was, the woman might be somebody who is trying to kill the dreamer's spirit. She could even be the dreamer herself.

Open doors represent opportunities. The dreamer took advantage of the opportunity in the dream and she flew. The dreamer also wrote that a hundred years felt like only a few nights. She might wish to escape something in her waking life that feels as if it has been going on for a hundred years, but in reality has not been that long.

The dream could also be telling her that an opportunity awaits her (and the two people who represent Eliza and Damien).

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Dreams of Being In a Classroom

From an email I received: I too often dream of being in a class, but usually there is something stressful about it like having a test but not having studied or losing work that was supposed to be turned in. They are not usually "bad" dreams and I usually end up getting distracted by a different story line.

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Many of us have dreams of returning to the classroom long after we've graduated. We sometimes feel stress during these dreams, especially when we are given a test we feel unprepared to take.

Several of my own dreams about being in school involved losing my schedule, attending the wrong class, or forgetting where I was supposed to be.

Because our dreams are reflections of what is going on in our waking lives, stressful dreams in a school setting take us back to feelings we had when we were in school. We might feel vulnerable, uneasy, or unprepared. We may even feel we're being tested for something about which we have never learned.

Life itself is a school and we are learning every day. In our waking life, we may feel unprepared to keep a schedule we set up for ourselves. We may feel that God is testing us or that our kids are testing us. We might even feel that we are testing ourselves.

When we have these kinds of dreams we have to look at what is going on in our lives. It might be something as simple as our daughter attending her first high school dance. We may feel some resistance to having her take this next step into adulthood, and we may have difficulty accepting that our daughter is growing up.

Or maybe we have put ourselves into a situation where we feel resistance to actually going through with whatever we've set up for ourselves. Did we start a project with good intentions and now we feel overburdened by it? Do we feel that others are going to test us on our abilities to perform? We might be afraid we won't live up to their expectations.

Look at your dreams and see if you can make a connection between what is happening in your dream and what is happening in your waking life to explain why you might have had the dream.

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Friday, June 10, 2011

Cannibal Dream

My soon-to-be-11-year-old granddaughter, Taylor, related this dream to me:

Taylor and two other girls, wearing black FBI suits, walked into a theater to see Peter Pan. The theater was full. The theater had chambers by the back and some people put Taylor and the two girls into one of the chambers. When they took the girls out of chamber, Taylor noticed that the chamber said, "Flavoring."

They were then put into another chamber that had a handle where they could get out. The chamber started to get really hot and it felt like they were baking. Taylor thought the people who put them there were trying to eat them.

Taylor opened the door. The people who put them into the chambers stood at the end of the hallway and saw them escape. They chased the girls around, and they got a hold of one of the girls. They took her while Taylor and other girl went outside.

Looking for the girl they took, because Taylor thought they were trying to kill her, Taylor took her away from them and went outside.

People were coming out of the theater dressed in frilly dresses like in the 1800s. Taylor told them, "Do not ever go there again. They will try to eat you." They told Taylor she was crazy.

In a car window Taylor saw a policeman and his son. They were going in to see the show.

Taylor banged on the glass to warn the policeman. The policeman ran out and left his son in the car. Somebody grabbed the son and the policeman came back, punched the guy, and rescued his son.

Taylor and the girls left the theater but came back later that night. The theater was empty but the lights were still on and Taylor and the girls knew that the people who had taken them were looking for them.

They disguised themselves and hid in the chambers but chambers were not on.

When they felt it was safe, they got out of the chambers and saw lots of seasonings. The owner came back and said the theater was closed. Taylor walked slowly away. The other two girls stayed back and said, yeah we know – we were just leaving. The guy said to the girl who got caught, "You look familiar."

Taylor said, "No that girl is dead. They found her dead." He believed Taylor. Taylor left the theater and looked inside the window. She saw the owner come back into the room. She also saw dead people hanging on the wall. She knew he was going to roast them and eat them.

What might have prompted this dream was a snippet of a television program Taylor saw on the National Geographic channel, entitled, Eating With Cannibals.

And what her "dead people hanging on the wall" reminded me of was an article I wrote, entitled, The Importance of Wording: Misplaced Modifiers and Missing Words.

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Losing a Floor in an Elevator

I was attending some kind of class, and had gotten in the elevator with two other women. I was wearing some skinny shiny pants with high heeled boots, and a tutu-type wrap around my waist.

We were laughing as we rose to the top and realized that the floor we were supposed to get off on was missing. A man entered the elevator, and we explained to him that we had missed our floor, which, if I remember correctly, was the 24th floor (no significance to me other than one of my sisters was born on the 24th of February). So my elevator friends and I decided that we had better get off on the previous floor and walk up to our missing floor.

As we exited the elevator, our instructor met us and delivered us to our class.

When I got into the classroom, we all sat down with our classmates. It was a very comfortable, fun, and happy class.

It was also on a beach, and I could see people on the water swimming by some rocks.

While I will probably never in my life wear the aforementioned clothing, I can understand losing a floor in a building that wouldn't allow me to get off where I was supposed to get off and take a class I was supposed to take. I've been losing EVERYTHING lately, including my breath (asthma, pneumonia, and bronchitis).

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This dream was a happy dream. I LOVE learning, so it was no surprise to me that I was taking a class. The fact that a beach was involved made it all the more fun. It was also funny, because I would NEVER wear the clothing mentioned unless maybe I was celebrating Halloween or the Rocky Horror Picture Show!


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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Dream of Dead People Walking

The following dream is very short, and I had it probably 20 years ago, but the observation made at the end explains a lot about my state of mind at the time I had the dream:

I was in a what looked like a small store that was very crowded. The aisles were tight and passing people was difficult because the aisles were so tight. I don't think I was shopping, though. I think I was just passing through, and it looked like everybody else was walking through aisles without shopping too.

As I looked around, I saw a boy who had gone to grammar school with me. I was surprised and delighted to see him, because I had really liked him and it had been decades since I'd last seen him. He had died, after all, when we were in the sixth grade.

Continuing on my journey around the store, I noticed other people from my past, all of whom I was delighted and surprised to see. But again, all of them were dead.

As I noticed more and more people, I realized that every single person in my dream was dead. I wondered, was I dead too?

At the time of this dream, I probably did feel dead inside. My life was in turmoil and it seemed that nothing I did to improve my situation helped. Fortunately, all things must pass (thank you, George Harrison), and, though it took many years to recover from my circumstances, I no longer feel dead inside.

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Friday, May 13, 2011

The Meaning of the Internal Dent

Sometimes dreamers experience a dream that has such an obvious message, the dreamer doesn't need to look beyond the surface. Other times, the message is so mysterious, it requires investigation.

The dream I'm about to relate was at first scary, but when I analyzed the dream, I realized that the dream was trying to soothe my soul and perhaps relate a message to somebody I dearly love.

A couple of Marines showed up at my door. When I opened the door and saw them standing there, my first thought was that they were going to tell me that my son had died.

"Your son has experienced an internal dent," the Marines told me.

I almost couldn't speak. "He was in an accident?" I prayed he was OK.

"No, he just experienced an internal dent."

When I awoke from the dream, I tried to understand the meaning behind "internal dent," and then it occurred to me that my son was hurting for some reason, but that he would survive, because dents can be smoothed out. The damage can be fixed.

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Jim Carrey's Dream

I previously posted a dream I had about Jim Carrey (Jim Carrey's Massage), which you can read if you click the link. Well today the tables are turned and Jim Carrey is posting a dream about me.

I'm kidding. Unless I'm a golden maniac, the dream is definitely not about me. Here is the dream Jim Carrey posted on Twitter (verbatim):

Last night I dreamt a maniac was outside my house but he was made of gold so I let him in and he took my soul. Kinda M. Night Shamylan! ?;^\

And now for my interpretation of Jim Carrey's dream: The maniac made of gold could be telling Carrey that just become something looks like it's worth a million bucks doesn't mean that it is and it could cost him his soul. Since Carrey invited the maniac into his home, he kinda asked for it.

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Your Dreams Interpreted During Dream Awareness Weekend, April 29-May 1, 2011

Have you ever wanted your dreams interpreted by a Dreamologist? Well now is your chance to find out what your dream symbols are trying to tell you – for FREE.

According to Dreamschool, whether you fly, lose your teeth, or appear late to take a test in your dream, your dream is trying to reach you with its messages.

"As you know, interpreting your dreams will help you understand yourself, improve your health, solve problems, create a better life, learn life lessons, and make wiser choices. Dreams will show things that are out of reach of the five senses, and of (the) waking mind."

The National Dream Hotline® celebrates its 23rd anniversary this year, and they invite you to call in to their hotline at 417-345-8411 starting Friday, April 29, at 6 p.m. central time. The dream interpretation will continue until midnight Sunday, May 1, 2011.

So if you're dreaming about situations that require some insight and you want to give a Dreamologist a try, give the National Dream Hotline® a call.

Register HERE for the Dream Awareness Weekend. HURRY! Dreamschool is accepting only 50 people from each area around the country:

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Starts: Friday, April 29, at 6 p.m.
Ends: Sunday, May 1 at 12:00 a.m.

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3-Year-Old Interprets Her Own Dream

Ever since I was a child, I've asked people to tell me about their dreams. Dreams fascinate me, so nearly every morning, when we had the time, my children and I shared our dreams.

When my youngest daughter, Brittney, was three years old, she told me about one of her dreams. All she said was, "A bee stung me."

"What happened next?" I wanted to know.

"The bee said, 'that feel good?'"

"What did you say when the bee asked you if it felt good?" I asked Brittney.

She responded to the bee by saying, "No," and then added to me, "The bee was Daddy."


I'm sure a slap on the butt can feel like a sting to a child. I didn't press her, but I was surprised by how easily she transferred ownership of the bee sting to something her daddy had done to her.


Adults often don't recognize symbols that appear in their dreams, so I was surprised to discover that this little 3-year-old recognized that the bee symbolized her daddy.

Like Brittney's dream symbols, our own individual dream symbols can help us identify elements that affect our waking lives. As I've mentioned in previous Your Weird Dreams posts, the best book I've ever found on dream interpretation is the one written by Gayle Delaney – Living Your Dreams.

Living Your Dreams is written in such a way that it appears to have been individually tailored to help each dreamer. You interpret your own dreams with your own symbols using her methods, and she helps you identify your own individual dream symbols.

Pay attention to the symbols in your dreams. As you strive to learn who you are, clues will appear in your dreams that will help you solve the mystery that is you.


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Are Your Dreams Weirder Than Usual Lately?

For dreamers who are also astrology buffs, listen up. Over the next several months, your dreams might be even more bizarre than usual.

The reason? Pluto has gone renegade (I mean retrograde), and your dreams might be just a little more unusual than they've ever been. Because of Pluto, you will probably find yourself dreaming about your past.

Pluto Retrograde, by the way, means that Pluto will appear to be moving backwards.

Before I go any further, I'd like to emphasize the word past. By past, I don't mean your childhood; I mean your past life.

Pluto rules the underworld, or Hades, and is astrologically connected to your past life.

So if you find yourself involved in dreams where the characters in your dream seem somewhat – or completely – unfamiliar, or partially familiar but in a strange setting, it could be because you are dreaming about your past life – due to Pluto's retrograde status, which began on April 9, 2011.

How long will Pluto Retrograde last? Pluto will remain retrograde until September 15, 2011.

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Past Life In Holocaust?

Hundreds of us stood in a huge building with a domed-shaped ceiling. It felt like a way-station or a train station. All of us who were being ushered into two lines stood in a state of shock and panic, many of us not knowing what the lines meant.

I knew that I was in the "good" line, but as I looked over to the "bad" line, the one that was sure to be torturous for anybody standing in it, I saw my father.

He didn't know what lay ahead of him and as I called out to him, I realized he couldn't hear me. I kept calling him and calling him, hoping he would hear my desperate pleas across the large room, but he kept walking.

Finally I ran over to him and grabbed his arm. I told him he was in the wrong line and that he had to follow me. We ran over to the good line together. And that's all that I can remember.

The interesting part about this dream is that I saw that domed-type structure in a documentary on the Holocaust years after I had the dream. The feeling I experienced as I saw the exact structure from my dream on that television documentary threw my body into a state of shock.

All I could do was stare at the screen and wonder how I could possibly have seen the details of that building in a dream without ever having visited it in person.

Was it a train station? Could it have been a past life?

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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Jim Carrey's Massage


I was in some kind of building (working there?) when I discovered that Jim Carrey was providing massages for people. Since I was in the vicinity and in desperate need of a massage, I decided to sign up for a massage, even though I knew I couldn't afford one.

One of my daughters had already received her Jim Carrey massage, so I decided I deserved to get one, too. However, as in my awake life, roadblock after roadblock prevented me from getting one when I wanted to get one.

I continued my day-to-day stuff, dealing with all of the interruptions until my appointment time, though I never really knew when my time would come. But then I had to interrupt – again – what I was doing to help a woman with her computer problem.

As I was looking at her computer to figure out what was wrong, I struggled to get the mouse to move. I wondered how she could work under conditions that required her to maneuver the mouse with such difficulty. Then I realized that a DVD player was sitting on top of the wire that led to the mouse. Simple solution – I removed the DVD player and suddenly her computer was working just fine.

I was getting hungry, so I ate some BBQ chicken wings and while I had sauce all over my hands and before I could find a way to wash my hands, somebody from a radio station asked me to design something for him and handed me a pack of envelopes. I tried to grab them without messing them with my fingers – which was difficult considering I was already carrying what felt like a rack of clothes in my other arm. Holding the work in one arm and the rack of clothes in the other, I was very careful to not touch anything with my BBQ covered fingers.

Still concerned about when my appointment with Jim Carrey was, I got on the elevator, got off on the 2nd floor to check for my appointment time, and walked around for a while, confused. And then realized I should have been on the third floor. Still carrying everything, still being careful to not touch anything, I found some stairs and climbed them, and ended up in the room where Jim Carrey was giving massages. Some guy had just left and Jim was there.

I felt sorry for him, thinking he must be exhausted after giving so many massages. I told him about how my oldest daughter had been a massage therapist and I understood how tiring it could be; it appeared that he had been giving massages to lots of people.

Because I had been so busy and had been interrupted so many times, I asked him what day it was – I felt as if I had been walking around for two days. He was very annoyed with my question and dramatically thew himself backward onto the couch. He was also being extremely rude to me.

Of course, I was standing there holding a bunch of clothes and the project from the radio station in my arms with BBQ sauce-covered fingers sticking out from beneath everything.

For the first time since I entered the room, Jim Carrey actually looked at me and all of a sudden his demeanor changed. He said he knew about me, that I had written a screenplay for him. I asked him how he could possibly know that, because I didn't remember telling anybody.

Apparently several of the people who write for Associated Content from Yahoo! had already been in for a massage, and they had told him about my screenplay (I didn't know they knew).

Now Jim Carrey appeared to be flattered and open to the possibility of reading it and appearing on screen for it.

I never got my massage from Jim Carrey because my dream ended, but now I'm thinking I should probably write a screenplay with him in it, or add him to an existing screenplay. Hmmm….

What I find weird about this dream, beyond the fact that Jim Carrey was giving massages, is that my waking life has seeped into my sleeping life, where chronic interruptions prevent me from accomplishing almost everything I want to finish.

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