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.

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.

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.