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 ;)

Ringo Starr and the Consignment Shop

My youngest daughter and I were walking down a long path toward a field where some exhibition or festival was to take place. We must have been the first ones there, though, because we couldn't find anyone else.

We decided to go into a building located on the premises to wait for my mother, my youngest sister, and my daughter's only son. The chairs in the building looked like dental chairs so we sat on them while we waited. 

Not a minute after I sat down though, I needed to move. Waiting by the window, I finally saw my mom, sister, and grandson walking down the path. My daughter and I walked toward them.

The next thing I remember I'm in a consignment shop and Ringo Starr is pointing out various items. He and a friend of his own the store. 

Huge double-tiered racks of clothes in an M-shape greeted us on the right as we walked in, leaving only a small path to our left. The racks blocked the rest of the store from my view. My daughter walked to the rack furthest from us. I searched through the one closest to the door. I pulled some children's coats from the rack and asked my daughter if her kids needed any. They didn't.

After looking through the clothes, I walked beyond the racks to tables that at one time must have been filled with gems and jewelry, but the gem table was almost empty. Ringo's co-owner came up to me and told me that people must have stolen most of them.

Large pink plastic containers that looked like toys sat to the side of the tables and I picked one up. It had been filled with jewelry but was now nearly empty. I wanted to buy the container.

Now I'm in a room with various people, none of whom I recognize, but my youngest granddaughter is standing in a crib that is situated next to a table that holds a laptop. Before I can prevent her from pouring a cup that holds an oily substance on the laptop, she does. A man appears to tell me it's OK. He'll clean it up, but the liquid turns into wax, and he becomes frantic. 

I leave the room to look for something to clean it after Jim Carrey and another actor walk in. As I walk through another room, I find my daughter sitting on a couch with Jim Carrey talking to her as he stands above her. I tell her, "I told you he would flirt with you."

Then I walk into the kitchen where Jim Carrey is standing next to a refrigerator talking with somebody who is standing on the other side of a counter. I ask Jim if I can have some water. He gives me a dirty look (I felt as if I was annoying him, perhaps because of my earlier comment to my daughter) as he reaches into a large container, grabs me a bottle, and hands it to me.

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I don't know why I have so many dreams about Jim Carrey. The one thing that sticks out is his making out a one million dollar check to himself before he ever became famous. For so many reasons, I've always believed in the power of positive thinking, and Jim Carrey's million dollar check certainly proves his belief in himself. 

He was disappointed with me in a previous dream, though, so I think he represents somebody (I'll have to figure out who that is) who I believe is always disappointed by me – who knows? Maybe that somebody is me.

One of my interests is making jewelry, so the fact that gems and jewelry appeared in a dream about a consignment shop makes sense. I plan on making jewelry for my daughter's consignment shop when I get some time.

Pink is a color associated with breast cancer. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2009. I'm not sure how that fits in here though. Come to think of it, I have a pink plastic bust I use to model scarves I've crocheted, so maybe having a container was related to my craft collection.

Ringo Starr, who will remain forever a Beatle in my mind, is one quarter of a group that defined my entire teenage years. He, along with John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison held a special significance for me during those years (and beyond). I loved them all and KNEW, the first time they appeared in Life Magazine, that they would captivate the world.

My youngest daughter owns a consignment shop. From the day she told me she was going to open one, I KNEW it would be successful. Less than three years old, the shop is already more successful than even she could have imagined.

So perhaps the theme and the message here is to expect something or someone to succeed, to KNOW he or she will succeed, to watch success in action, to accept things as they are rather than be disappointed by how they are not, and to never leave a laptop anywhere near a baby holding a cup of liquid. 

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Jim Carrey Asks Me to Meet Him In The Church

Where we were, I don't know, but Jim Carrey was there and in one of those eyes-meet-from-across-the-room moments, we were both attracted to each other. Whatever this function was, something distracted me (story of my life) and I lost him. Just when I thought I would never meet him, somebody came along to tell me that Jim wanted me to meet him in the church. 

After more interruptions, none of which I can remember, I walked into the church where we found each other. We talked and flirted for what seemed like hours, and I found him very personable, friendly, funny, compassionate, and likable. While we were still talking, my mother walked in to the church, obviously in pain, and because she had taken some drugs to ease the pain, she was also very obviously drugged – and depressed – and crying.

Jim saw her, empathized with her, walked up to her, and kissed her on the mouth. Immediately her eyes lit up, her mood lightened, and she smiled. It was like Jim had this magical power to lift depression and bring happiness into my mother's life.

Jim then walked my mom to her car or home (I don't remember which). But after he had been gone a while, I realized that Jim didn't know my name, and I hoped he would ask my mother what it was. I felt such an urgent need to find him, though, that I ran to my laptop to reach out to another friend of mine, whose first name is also Jim (and who knows some celebrities), to see if he would know how to reach Jim Carrey. The dream ended there.

This dream is my second Jim Carrey dream – the first one was called Jim Carrey's Massage. If you click the link, you can read it. I also interpreted one of Jim Carrey's dreams, a dream Jim Carrey himself posted on twitter. Click Jim Carrey's Dream if you would like to read that one. 

Now that I've had two dreams about Jim Carrey, I have to wonder what he represents for me, and the first thing that comes to mind is something I read years ago about life before Jim Carrey became JIM CARREY. He had so much confidence in himself and created for himself a vision of being a million dollar actor by actually writing himself a check for a million dollars and either posting it on his wall or carrying it around with him in his wallet. Of course at that time, he would never have been able to cash that check, but he certainly could now.

That vision always impressed me and perhaps that is why Jim Carrey has appeared in two of my dreams, though I have to admit that my waking-life dream is not to make a million dollars, but to have one of my screenplays become a movie. The fact that I entered three of my screenplays (one of which is actually a teleplay) only recently probably brings my vision more into focus. And perhaps that is why Jim Carry's vision has become my inspiration.

Either that – or this dream was a premonition predicting that Jim Carrey secretly loves older woman and will one day fall in love with my mother ;)

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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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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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