Embarrassing Moments 2

It takes a brave woman to post some of her most embarrassing moments. Yeah, I'm gutsy!

     

I Sacrificed My Dream-Inspired Product for Ellen DeGeneres

Yes, I awoke with a GREAT idea for a product! But I can't design it or even produce it without hurting Ellen DeGeneres. Here is why:

How to "Know Yourself" by Correctly Interpreting Your Dreams

Are you curious about what your dreams mean to YOU? Numerous books discuss dream symbolism, but archetypal symbols may mean something completely different in YOUR dreams. Here is: 

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Some Common Dreams and Their Meanings

In this blog I'm linking you to another blog, because, while the basis of my blog is weird dreams, I can't discount common dreams we all have. Before I place the link, I should warn you that this blog has more ads than any blog I've ever seen – finding the content between the ads is like watching an hour-long television show filled with 38 minutes of commercials, so look carefully.

The 8 Most Common Dreams and the Meanings Behind Them

What If Your Dreams Are Not Your Own?

Anyone who knows me knows I love listening to dreams. If you lived with me, you’d hear this sentence repeated numerous times throughout the month, “Do you remember any of your dreams?” In response, I often hear, “I had the weirdest dream last night!”

Maybe most dreams fall into the category of weird, simply because no obvious explanation exists for why we dream what we dream until we examine our dreams. But analyzing our dreams is not always an easy task. And remembering them is like trying to hold on to evaporating water. But sometimes something – a song, a symbol, a conversation – triggers the memory of our dreams and a lightbulb flickers in our minds. We not only remember the dream, but also know why we dreamed it. 

Or maybe listening to the dreams of others halts us dead in our tracks, because maybe we had the same dream as did the one sharing it!

So what if you discovered that other people shared your dream – not as in, “I had the same kind of dream,” but as in, “You were in my dream and I was in yours”? Shared dreams are possible, and they might occur between you and your friends or family members. Imagine that!

But let’s take dreams beyond simply dreaming. What if we not only shared our dreams with others, but also controlled the dreams of others? Or – what if somebody controlled our dreams? Possible? Click Falling Water Controls Dreams on my Paranormal Minds blog to read more about shared dreams and how one television series is taking dreams to a whole new level.

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Saving Baby Seals and Kissing Celebrities

I had this dream about a week ago and forgot to post it:

I am kneeling on a pier. Somebody tells me that baby seals need saving. A man and woman in a boat stop by where the baby seals are trapped in some kind of enclosure. I rip it open and one baby seal falls out and into the water. All the rest fall into the boat. Through snow covered water, we take the baby seals to their mother. I am still concerned about the one that fell into the water. I hope somebody saved that one.

Now I’m helping my daughter in her upscale consignment boutique and one item of clothing gets separated from the rest of the group. I ask employees to help me find the group where it belongs, but they aren’t paying attention. More and more items get separated and I am concerned that my daughter has hired a bunch of uncaring, incompetent employees.

Suddenly I find myself visiting a home that belonged to a former neighbor of my parents, but the home doesn’t look at all like my former childhood neighbor’s home. As I walk through the home, I see kids playing in a different part of the house – a very large room. Toys are all over the floor, lined up like soldiers on a battlefield or dominoes ready to fall. Because I am in a very playful mood, I begin playing with the toys, kicking them all over the place and laughing. The kids love it. 

Photo of Robert DeNiro by David Shankbone

As I leave the house, I tell everyone sitting at the large kitchen table that I have to kiss them all good-bye. The table immediately fills with lots of men, including some celebrities, though the only one I can remember is Robert DeNiro. Again, I am in a very playful mood. One guy, a former boyfriend, tells me he has always been attracted to me, as he passionately kisses me good-bye. I practically dance out of the room, feeling like a little child.

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Saving baby seals has never been on my radar. I care for them, but I don’t see myself rescuing them in any way. I’m neither equipped with the physical stamina to do so, nor am I financially capable to help them, so baby seals must represent something important to me. Maybe the fact that baby seals are vulnerable and I’ve always hated people in power who take advantage of others who are in vulnerable positions, I hope in some way to rescue those more vulnerable than I am. I’m not sure who the man and woman represent, though they could be the masculine and feminine parts of myself.

The employees in my daughter’s shop represent people who take advantage of nice people. Like hating people in power who take the trust of the vulnerable and abuse it to their own advantage, people who take advantage of nice people also irritate me. I suggest that those vulnerable people stand up for themselves, but they often don’t.

As far as the playfulness is concerned, I admit that one part of myself I have always loved was my ability to let go and play – to have fun! I lost that part of me during my second marriage and hoped to reclaim it one day. In moments when nobody is watching me, I play, but the memories of getting criticized for having fun my way never left my mind. When I sang to my kids, for instance, I’d get a look of disgust that seared into my soul. I allowed somebody else to dictate my moods. Perhaps now, nearly thirty years after my divorce, I’m giving myself permission to play again.

Afterword: A few days ago, after I had this dream, a Chicago television news station reported that people shouldn’t swim near seals, because seals can be dangerous.

Dream of Confusion, Trust, and Gullibility

I was in a foreign country with a family who decided to take me to the store with them to show me how they bought fresh vegetables in their country. I don’t remember ever talking to them, though, and I had never before met them. 

The “store,” however, held no fresh vegetables and the only way to get them was to pay for them ahead of time, receive a coupon for the items ordered, and then travel to a farm to get whatever items showed on the coupons. Not knowing the customs or the way things were done in this country, I allowed myself to believe them. They looked trustworthy.

I followed the family to the parking lot and then abruptly lost them. Not knowing where to find them, I searched everywhere and eventually found myself inside a building standing on the other side of a window where I saw them sitting in an interrogation room. Only a glass separated us. I could see sadness and confusion in the eyes of the mom. One of them saw me sitting there, but nobody told me I could come in and nobody let me know what was going on.

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Other than going to Canada for a very short stay, I’ve never been to any other foreign country, and Canada wouldn’t be my first choice for buying fresh vegetables. I have always been gullible and want to believe people are honest and trustworthy. Even when things don’t make sense to me, I try to creatively force nonsense to make sense. Obviously that tactic never works – nonsense literally means, “no sense.” 

So maybe the dream was telling me to be wary of trusting people who were trying to sell me something, physical or metaphysical, and that I should think twice about buying anything, even if the produce (idea) is fresh (new). Time to trust my inner guides.