Thursday, December 3, 2015

Riding the Train with David Bowie and Elton John and Avoiding The Who

The following two dreams were sent to me by one of my Facebook friends. You will probably notice right away that he is in the music industry, because even if I hadn't known about his love for music and how deeply enmeshed he was in the industry, his dreams would have given him away.

The first involved The Who, who wanted to involve me in one of their projects, but I said I'd be too busy. I remember hiding in the bushes from Roger Daltrey as I didn't want to say no...

In the second dream I was in a train with David Bowie and Elton John going to New York City. David said something about his being a skillful soccer player when he was younger, but I wasn't really paying attention. He looked a bit annoyed. Anyway, we get off the train and were going to Macy's, but they both walked into a crowd very quickly and I lost them. As I'd never been to New York before I started to panic.

As in any dream we have, we often find that our subconscious mind substitutes people in our lives with famous people. My FB buddy's first dream probably indicates that somebody in his awake life asked him to do something he didn't feel like doing, or he had to confront something he didn't feel like confronting, and rather than "face the music," he hid from it.

The second dream may be connected to the first dream because in the second dream my friend finds himself in unfamiliar territory, so maybe the reason he is avoiding the project in the first dream is because what is expected of him is out of his comfort zone and he feels somewhat lost.

As in all of my Your Weird Dream blogs, my interpretations could be way off, but interpreting dreams is fun for me, so please feel free to send Your Weird Dreams to weird

And thank you for visiting!

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Russell Brand and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

If the theory that various experiences culminate in our subconscious to produce a dream, then this one makes perfect sense (I’ll explain later):

I am in a hospital, most likely a psychiatric hospital, walking down hallways on three separate floors, looking for a bathroom. I should have taken advantage of the ones I found on the first floor, because all of the other ones have only drapes over them and some of them have no cover or door at all.

Frustrated, I find a bench and sit on it. A man approaches me and talks about how he wants to save the world from the trauma it is experiencing. I see Russell Brand standing at the T crossway and suggest to the man that the person he may want to talk to is standing right in front of him. They talk and I try to listen (I can’t remember any of the conversation), but it soon becomes apparent that we need to leave.

So the man, Russell Brand, a bunch of other patients, and I don some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle type costumes and walk out of the hospital, while staff looks on and smiles, thinking we’d been there to entertain the patients. Only when we start running at the exit do we give away our status and staff starts chasing us.


And now for the explanation as to why I think I had this dream: 

I watch a lot of documentaries. I particularly enjoy the ones that explain why the government ignores scientific evidence proving ways to better live on this planet and instead invests in special interest groups that invest in them, even if those interest groups are actually hurting our environment. Because, as we all know, the bottom line is not about cleaner air or cleaner energy – the bottom line is about profit – for the special interest groups and for the government officials whom those special interest groups support. Many of those documentaries uncover lies we’ve been led to believe throughout our lifetimes and explain why greed has replaced compassion and contributed to the disparity between the ultra rich and the impoverished as the gap continues to widen. 

I’ve also watched a couple of Russell Brand documentaries, and I watched a movie I hadn’t seen in many years – Benny & Joon, which is probably where the psychiatric hospital part came in. Looking for a bathroom (toilet) most likely means, looking for relief, and the frustration in not being able to relieve myself results in frustration. Frustration results in creative ways to relieve the frustration. And I think that’s where the end of the dream comes.

As far as the TMNT costumes go, I think that because one of my daughters often tells me about dreams she has where she is a warrior and one of my grandkids had a similar dream, I may have incorporated that image into my dream, so that the unknown man, Russell Brand, several psychiatric patients, and I can save our world from – greed, maybe? I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to figure out why we were “committed” in the first place and decide to be “committed” to making our planet a better place for all of us to live.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Impossible Dreams

Every once in a while you’ll have a dream that you KNOW is NEVER going to happen! I just recently had such a dream. In this dream, I discovered through other people that my sister was pregnant and I was infuriated that she hadn’t told me herself. My other sister was also holding back a secret that I discovered she had kept from me, and I was so upset with both of them and my mother, that I decided I would never see or speak to any of them again.

The reason this dream is impossible is two-fold. For one thing, the chances of me disengaging from my family are nil. They might disengage from me for some reason, but I would never initiated a cut from them. 

Secondly, my sister is 62-years-old. Her baby-making days are long gone. Unless God bestows upon her the title of Miracle Mom, she will NOT be giving birth, not in this lifetime anyway.

HOWEVER, just because everything in the dream is impossible doesn’t mean that some aspect of it IS possible. Maybe somebody my sister represents, who has been having difficulty getting pregnant may soon discover that something she thought was impossible, isn’t.

When something you dream seems impossible, ask what elements of it could be true or if something or somebody in the dream represents something or someone else.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Why Do I Keep Dreaming About Jim Carrey?

What a mystery! I can’t figure it out. Going back to March 27, 2011, when I blogged, Jim Carrey’s Massage, to November 7, 2012, when I blogged Jim Carrey Asks Me to Meet Him In The Church, I have had enough dreams about Jim Carrey to wonder why I keep dreaming about the man. I even interpreted one of Jim Carrey’s Dreams for him (he didn’t ask). And though his name doesn’t appear in the title of this blog, Ringo Starr and the Consignment Shop, Jim Carrey makes an appearance in that dream as well. 

So what is going on inside this brain of mine?

A couple of years have passed since my last dream about him, so I was surprised early this morning to awaken to yet another dream about Jim Carrey. In this dream, I was to appear on Ellen with a bunch of other people. Jim Carrey was among those other people. Jim and I were immediately attracted to each other, and we sat next to each other and talked for quite a while (can’t remember about what).

My mind can’t remember the transition between where we were sitting and where we were suddenly sitting, but we are now reclining on lawn chairs near a pool when he, very loudly, starts making what sounds like, “eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Everybody around the pool hears him, but I figure, he’s Jim Carrey, so they’ll understand. 

But the sound he makes reminds me of a friend I had when I was a kid who would get so involved in whatever she was doing, she would make that same sound, oblivious to everyone else around her, and I told him about her. I said that I felt she was in a kind of meditative state when she made those sounds. He wanted to know why I was comparing his meditation technique to hers when she was obviously playing. I had to explain that because she was so completely involved in what she was doing, she was able to filter everything else out, probably by making that sound.

Before we could finish our conversation, Ellen’s staff called us over to another room where we would wait to get our makeup and hair done. Jim got up first and walked over to what looked like a large waiting room filled with several couches. Something prevented me from leaving right away (can’t remember what) and by the time I got to the couches where everyone was sitting, I noticed that every available space, with the exception of one, was filled with people, and I was disappointed that I couldn’t sit near Jim. He looked disappointed that I couldn’t sit near him too, so I sat next to another guy who immediately began conversing with me.

The rest of the dream involved myriad other random somethings – standing in the hair and makeup room waiting to get my hair and makeup done, which I thought was weird, considering the show wasn’t going to be taped until the following day, walking down halls of an enormous building and getting lost, accidentally walking into a room where a 10-year-old boy was lying face down on a bed, and when I apologized and left his room, he left to find me and eventually found me sitting on the floor of one of the giant rooms in the giant building, where I was suddenly surrounded by a bunch of children.

So WHY do I keep dreaming about this man? Who or what does he represent for me? Obviously my subconscious is trying to tell me something about him. In some of the dreams he is rude to me, so does he represent my ex? But the attraction to him in my dreams is powerful (used to be with my ex), so does he represent my ex? Before I even finished asking that last question, I knew the answer was no. But what then? Hmm, maybe the answer will appear in a future dream ;)

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Kidnapped and Held Prisoner

In this dream one of my daughters was renewing her wedding vows. Funny how things seem so “natural” in dreams. If she had told me she was renewing her vows in “real life” I would have been curious as to why she was renewing them since she hasn’t been married for two years yet. 

As I walked down the aisle (from the front of the enormous hall), I noticed that nobody had left me a seat, so I had to find one for myself in the back. The hall looked similar to either a very large college cafeteria room where tables were replaced with pews, or a very large but non-churchy church. 

By the time I got to my seat I remembered that I had forgotten my camera, so I ran to get it and hoped to return in time to get some great pictures.

That was when I was kidnapped and brought to a basement of what I thought might be an abandoned building, though it likely could have been the same building where the wedding and reception were taking place. I remember other people being around when I was kidnapped, almost as if they were part of a group being led by a travel guide, but I was afraid to let others know that the man who kidnapped me wasn’t my boyfriend or husband, and I was afraid to draw attention to myself by telling somebody I was being kidnapped.

Days and days, weeks and weeks, months and month went by. I don’t remember eating or sleeping during that time, but I must have slept, because one day I awoke to find another woman with us, kidnapped by the same man who kidnapped me years earlier. 

At least it seemed like years. And now he’d brought another woman into the cemented walls and floors, but I couldn’t talk to her, because I knew he would hear me. And then one day, shortly after she arrived, an elevator dropped in front of us. A well-dressed woman wearing a business suit came out of it and suddenly lots of people appeared from all around us holding an assortment of weapons to rescue the other woman and me. 

Though I was grateful to have been rescued, I berated myself for not coming up with a plan to escape before all those years went by.


This dream at first was difficult to decipher, but when I realized that basements always have to do with our subconscious, and knowing how I’d felt trapped by my own feelings about a matter that has bothered me for years and years and years, I realized that I would have to be the woman in the elevator who came down to rescue myself and maybe by rescuing me I could rescue at least one other person, if she or he existed, who might have experienced the same devastation I did, though so far I appear to be the only one who has suffered from this problem.


In an unrelated dream, I awoke one morning to a dream about a woman named Darla, who went by the name, Sugar Cube. (I can’t even begin to understand where that dream came from, though I have to admit, I Googled, “Darla” and “Sugar Cube” to see if anything showed up. Guess what – a band by the name of Porcelain And The Tramps sang a song called, Sugar Cube and the video was posted on YouTube by someone named darlaarsinoe. Coincidence? Or, as the title of this blog indicates, just weird?

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

I Killed a Man

Many times in our dreams, we behave very differently from the way we act in our awake lives. In many of my dreams, the world is coming to an end, and I am trying to save everyone left on Earth. One of my daughters often acts as a fighter or ninja in her dreams. 

In the following dream, I was surprised to discover that I am also a murderer!

The man who appears in this dream is related to one of my relatives. I never really liked him, though I would never be able to articulate exactly why I don’t like him. In this dream, he mistreats one of my daughters, so I want to kill him. I don’t know how I killed him – and I think it wasn’t an accident, but I know he is dead and I know his death resulted from something I did to him.

However, though he is dead, he can still talk to me. Nobody else can see him, though. I feel very justified in what I had done (however I killed him). I tell him I don’t regret killing him, but I feel sorry for his wife. He tells me that being sorry for his wife doesn’t matter, because they are actually divorced and nobody knows yet. I can’t wait to tell my daughter about the divorce. 


The amazing thing to me about dreams like this one is the way we sometimes appear in our dreams – to be entirely different from the way we think we are in “real” life. Am I capable of killing a man simply because he mistreats my daughter? According to this dream, yes, absolutely. 

In real life, though, depending on the type of mistreatment, I doubt that I would ever murder someone to avenge anyone else, loved one or not. But is this dream trying to tell me that I could kill somebody? Hmm. Better for those who mistreat my loved ones if we never find out. ;)

Another aspect of this dream is the gossip factor. I’m not a gossiper and I actually despise gossip. However, in this dream I can’t wait to tell my daughter about the divorce, so, again, I am behaving differently from the way I do in my waking life.

So maybe we all have opposite dreams from time to time to let us know how far we’ve come from our earlier lives or perhaps our previous lives. 

Friday, April 24, 2015

Dreaming About Online Friends

One of my online writer friends posted something on Facebook yesterday. I responded to his post and he then responded to my comment, and the conversation went on. This morning I awoke to this dream:

As I was walking down the street to my home (not at all where I currently live), I noticed a large thin box, dimensions that might have been 2 feet wide by 7 feet tall and 7 feet deep. What drew my attention to the box was the man inside the box, standing inside it with pillows and blankets, calling out to me as I passed his box to enter my home. He was obviously  living in the box.

I invited him to my home and he accepted.

Nothing weird about this dream, really. I probably would have invited him into my home anyway, and I didn’t think it was at all strange that he was living in a box. I know he has been homeless, so my imagination probably placed him in as comfortable a box as I could find for him.

But I found this dream both funny and comforting. Though I have never met him in person, I know I would feel comfortable in his presence.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

My Cousin Killed His Sister

Alfred Hitchcock
Ghost Adventures Crew

What does watching marathons of Alfred Hitchcock and Ghost Adventures on Netflix have to do with a dream about a cousin killing his sister? Plenty! 

When the dream begins, I’m sitting in the back of a church with my mother. She hands me photos of my father who just died. Now we’re in a basement (a little background here – my family reunions are often held in a church basement) and my cousin takes his sister to a closet that has a deep hole in it, a hole he has obviously dug himself. He throws his sister into the hole and tells me not to tell anyone. I am deeply disturbed about keeping this secret, and I vow that the moment he leaves the room, I’m going to call the police. The dream ends at that point.

Sometimes we know exactly WHY we have the dreams we dream (my marathon of Hitchcock and Ghost Adventures), but we don’t know why we place certain people in those scenarios. My cousins have a beautiful relationship with each other. They’re very close and get together often. They even share a lot of the same interests and attend the same church. So why my subconscious chose the two of them for my dream mystifies me. 

Or does it? Sometimes the people you think are least likely to commit crimes, the ones you’d never consider, are the ones who commit them. And yet some signs exist – in retrospect. In the case of my cousins, they don’t, because they truly do have a loving relationship, but have you ever been surprised by the discovery of crimes committed by people who were “model” citizens?

By the way, if you have an active imagination, as I do, try mixing up your Alfred Hitchcock and Ghost Adventures marathons with a little comedy. I might have dreamed that my cousin threw his sister into the hole and then she bounced back up and landed inside a basketball net.

Photo of Alfred Hitchcock is from wikimedia commons. Photo of Ghost Adventures is from the Travel Channel.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

I Won a Date With Mick Jagger!

I dreamed that I won a date with Mick Jagger. I was really excited to be going on the date because I thought he and I would get along very well together.  

I looked out from my bedroom and down the hall from my bed where I was lying on my stomach (I never sleep on my stomach), and I saw him sleeping on his stomach, his head facing mine. I wanted to take a photo of him, but before I could get my camera, a girl who used to work with me at one of my previous jobs appeared suddenly and bent down to kiss him. I was hurt that she would kiss him, when she knew that I had a date with him the next night.

When he awoke, he told me he wouldn’t kiss me because I deserved to wait. Whatever that means. Even in the dream I was confused.

What’s weird about this dream is that I’ve always had an attraction to Mick Jagger, even now that he’s older (and I'm usually attracted to younger – not older – men). But the girl who appeared in my dream, even though she and I are acquaintances and I like her, has never been a threat to me in any way or in anything I’ve ever wanted to accomplish. We had completely different jobs and a completely different circle of friends. 

So I look for people she may represent and I can think of not one person who reminds me of her. Perhaps I’ll meet her when Mick Jagger and I go on that date ;)

And yes, I’m aware that Mick Jagger probably represents somebody in my life too, but as far as the person he represents – again, no clue. Maybe he’ll surface eventually.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Michael Jackson Sang to Me

The white lacy park bench sat in the middle of what could have been the Garden of Eden. Surrounded by a rainbow of colors saturating every type of flower imaginable, the peace this dream exuded was unlike any peace I’d ever felt. I was 19 years old when I had this dream. Michael Jackson was only 12. 

While I’ve always had an attraction to younger men, I’ve never been attracted to children, so when I awoke from this dream, I was curious about the dream’s meaning. As in many spiritual dreams, though, age never seems to be a factor.

As I sat on the bench, Michael knelt down beside me on the ground next to the bench, and he sang to me:

You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back.
Where there is love, I'll be there.

I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do.
Just call my name and I'll be there.


And oh - I'll be there to comfort you,
Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you.
I'll be there with a love that's strong.
I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on, holding on, holding on - yes I will, yes I will.

Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter.
Togetherness, well that's all I'm after.
Whenever you need me, I'll be there.
I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love I respect you.
Just call my name and I'll be there.


If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you
'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there.
I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there
(Just look over your shoulders, honey).
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, whenever you need me, I’ll be there.
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah
I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’ll be there…

"I'll Be There" can be found on YouTube HERE with Diana Ross and HERE.

Although this dream occurred more than 40 years ago, to date, no “love of my life” has ever had faith in anything I’ve done, even through two marriages. My dream version of Michael Jackson may be my only reminder of the type of love that has been missing all my life. Though seven years separated Michael and me, in 1970, those seven years seemed more like twenty, not only because girls mature faster than boys, but also because I was on the verge of adulthood and though Michael was 12, he looked much younger.

When Michael died in 2009, he was two months short of his 51st birthday and I was one month short of my 58th birthday. The age difference didn’t seem quite so wide anymore. 

I may never know what true love feels like in this lifetime, and I’m not suggesting that if Michael Jackson was alive today, he and I would have even met, but I’ll always have the memory of this dream and the hope it evoked – that maybe some day somebody out there (in addition to my children and grandchildren) will fill my heart with joy and laughter.