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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