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

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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.

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. 

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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. 

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.

What Do Alligators and Snow Represent in a Dream?

While driving by a hotel during a snowstorm, my car swerves off the road and falls beneath several feet of snow. Because the snow is light, I manage to open the driver's side door, climb up the incline, and walk around the front of the hotel where I enter the bar and ask several of the men who are drinking if they can help. None of them offer and in fact ignore me as they return to their drinking and talking, so I walk back to my car and get in, remembering that I had previously been able to maneuver my way out of a couple of ditches (in real life I actually did), so I should be able to do it again.

After moving the car back and forth, I successfully pull myself out of the ditch. But then, because the road is so icy, I fall off the road on the other side and the car falls deeper and deeper into that ditch.

Now I'm at home (new dream? same dream jumping ahead?), but it doesn't look like my home and an alligator is walking freely throughout my house. I feel as if I should be afraid of the alligator – at least for the sake of my grandchildren, but while I'm watching my step, I'm not really terrified of it. Somebody else is in the home with me but I don't know who it is because I can't see the person. 

In trying to get away from the alligator I become suddenly aware that the alligator is right behind me. I freeze in terror but I also feel a kind of calm as the alligator wraps its head around mine. It doesn't bite me though. It just keeps its huge jaw suspended around my head. I can't move, because I don't want any sudden movement to cause the alligator to bite me, but I feel no fear. I can see everything in front of me, but I don't want to move.  And the dream ends.

In trying to decipher the meaning of the first part of the dream, I think the reason I dreamed of snow is because I have been swamped with it lately (hmm, don't alligators live in swamps). Snowfall after snowstorm after snowfall after snowstorm has been my experience of the weather this winter season. But the snow must represent SOMETHING.

As should the alligator. I don't remember watching any programs about alligators. As a matter of fact the only reptiles I've seen lately are the little geckos from the Geiko ads. And yet, the more I investigate this dream and I connect this dream to the previous one, I believe the snow might represent my financial situation. I'm buried beneath the weight of my financial responsibilities (I'm actually waiting for better weather so I can put my house up for sale, because I can't afford to live here, though I really love my home and really don't want to move). 

The men in the bar could have represented all of the financial institutions I've been contacting in hopes of refinancing my home, but I've been having absolutely no luck. They all act as if my manufactured home is some type of pariah and I'm left to fend for myself. Manufactured homes are considered vehicles. Nobody wants to refinance a vehicle. Like the car in the dream, I'm going to have to get out of this mess by myself.

The alligator could represent some aspect of my situation. We often hear, "I couldn't wrap my head around it." In this dream though, the alligator was able to wrap its head around mine. I was at home (though not necessarily the one where I now live) and while I was afraid for my grandchildren, I wasn't afraid for myself. Perhaps the primitive reptilian part of my brain actually CAN figure out my dilemma. And selling my home seems to be the first step toward getting out from under the tremendous debt this home is causing me. So even though I don't want to move, just as I didn't want to move when the alligator had its head wrapped around mine, I know that I have to – unless my financial circumstances change.

The positive aspect of this dream is that I have always been able to get myself out of difficult situations, and this dream is telling me that I will be able to get myself out of this difficult situation.

Photo of alligator is from wikimedia commons.

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When You Die In Your Dreams

In writing this post, I'm trying to remember the last dream or nightmare I had that frightened me so badly that I felt truly scared. I honestly can't remember. But the dream, or more accurately the nightmare, I had early this morning was truly frightening. I invite you to read, Death Dream - I Dreamed I Was Dead, by clicking the link. 

Dreams of driving too fast could mean that that I am losing control of my life. Dreams of dying may mean that a part of me has died and that a new life is beginning. Or it could be a premonition. I'm hoping it's not a premonition and that my life is changing – dramatically – for the better.

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Precognitive Dream Comes True

The following dream was sent to me from a trusted friend. Not that I'm always suspicious of precognitive dreams, but when somebody journals a dream prior to the events of the dream occurring, the dreamer knows the dream was precognitive. Here, then is the dream: 

"Tim, my nephew, was in my dream. He had people from Chicago chasing him and wanted help fighting them off. He was appealing to everyone in the family to help him. I remember telling everyone around not to get involved in his fights, that he brought them on himself and they could get hurt. He looked like a gang member, dressed in baggy clothes, a beater shirt, a team jersey, a sports ball cap, and had studded earrings. Feels like there was more, but I can’t remember.  The big thing was that there was a sense of urgency and danger, but at the same time caution in not wanting anyone to get involved. 

The next day.... 

That morning, it seemed for some reason that June 15th was "something?" I journaled my strange dream as I always do when I can remember them. My husband and I went out to eat at a local club. Headed to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of a young man seated in a chair and in the back of my mind I thought he looked like Tim. Then I remembered part of the dream I had - he was in it! The more I thought, I remembered that it was Tim's 21st birthday on the 15th. I couldn't remember all the details that I had journaled hours ago, I only remembered he was in the dream. When I came out of the bathroom, my husband was standing nearby talking to none other than Tim! I was right, it WAS him! I walked up and was totally shocked - Tim was wearing the same outfit he had on in my dream, even the same earrings! I could tell by his glassy eyes that he had been ringing in "21" with drinks - he looked buzzed. I hugged him and wished him a happy birthday, then hung back to observe him and listen to the conversation. He introduced a young man who was his companion and told us "he's not drinking, he is driving us." The young man was thin, wirey, and dressed in similar clothes that I call the gangster look. He did seem nice enough, and he didn't look like he had been drinking, so that was good. 

When we left, I told my husband about the dream, that I journaled it before we came there, and he could read it if he didn't believe it! He did and agreed it was pretty freaky! The more I told him, the Chicago part with the danger of people coming after Tim came back to mind. I worried that maybe I missed a chance to warn Tim about trouble he should avoid because I couldn't recall that part in his presence. To date, it's been four days and we haven't heard of any trouble, but I still have to wonder because this young man has had his share of trouble."

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My advice to this friend is absolutely to warn her nephew. I've had precognitive dreams that took six months before they proved to be true. I always heed warnings, whether they occur in waking life or in dreams.

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Russell Brand Prompts Barack and Michelle Obama Dream

Yesterday, after watching a rerun of Russell Brand on The Ellen Show, I started researching the 38-year-old dynamo. The man has so much energy, he could light up New York City just by plugging his nervous system into their power source. I've always believed comedians to be highly intelligent, because they are so quick witted, can assess a situation in a mater of milliseconds, and relate it in a perceptually humorous, but accurately truthful way. 

Whatever comes out of his Russell Brand's mouth doesn't go through filters of any kind. Whereas you might think, "Oh, no, I can't say that because somebody somewhere might get offended," Russell Brand says it anyway.

If you can stretch your imagination, Brand and I have a remote connection. He knows Oliver Stone, because Oliver Stone has produced or will produce Russell Brand's documentary on happiness. A friend of mine, Jim Riordan, worked as a consultant on Oliver Stone's 1991 film, The Doors, after Stone contacted him because Jim wrote, Break on Through, a story about Jim Morrison. Jim then wrote a biography (published in 1995 with Stone's permission and participation) about Oliver Stone, STONE: Biography of Oliver Stone. 

I came across Russell Brand's blog and realized that he is not only highly intelligent, but also very eloquent. He discussed British political figures in his blog, so it wasn't a stretch for my subconscious to consider that he would make a great president (if he wasn't British). He's smart, he's funny, he has so much energy, he could probably finish in a day what it might take a normal person a month to complete, so I'm thinking that's why I went to bed dreaming about President Obama and his wife, Michelle.

Remember, what I am about to relate is a dream. 

In the dream I was working at a previous job and since my birthday falls in the month of July, I was told I could take off half the day (even though the day didn't fall on my birthday, which was confusing to me, but when you're told you can take time off, you don't question why).

But then suddenly I am babysitting for five of my grandchildren and President Barack Obama and his wife Michelle stop by. I'm in a manufactured home that belongs to – somebody – maybe one of my kids (in the dream world, some things are unfamiliar, but for some reason they make perfect sense in a dream). Michelle sits down next to me on the couch and looks around.

"I could make this work," she tells me. 

I look around too. "Sure. You could just line the walls with shelves and you could make it work."

Leaving now seems inappropriate, but I really want time off, so I go outside and I see the president sitting on one of the upper bleachers (apparently the back yard of this particular manufactured home is a stadium) with his feet dangling over the edge, and I see him surrounded by folders. He is obviously working. Now I think, well, I can't leave the kids with Michelle, but again, I really want some time off and I figure she can handle it.

Real life intruded my dream at this point when my grandson, Zac, climbed into bed with me to tell me his daddy had gone to work.

As I mentioned above, I can see why thinking of Russell Brand would automatically trigger my brain to dream of Barack and Michelle Obama. Can you see the connection?

Maybe you are trying to figure out why you've had a certain dream. Go back through your day. Thoughts you've had throughout the day trigger connections that result in dreams – as you can see by my brain's response to the thought about Russell Brand becoming president. Do you have a weird dream you'd like to share? Send it to weirddreams@mail.com.

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Photo of Russell Brand: Author, Eva Rinaldi from Sydney Australia

Photo of President and Michelle Obama – wikimedia commons

Under the Dome

With the new movie, Under the Dome, (original story by Stephen King) about to be released, I suddenly remembered a dream I had back in the mid-1990s.

In my dream, the world was void of light. Although nobody knew it at the time, a dome had stretched out across the world, covering it. My younger sister and I huddled inside a church on Chicago's southwest side, frightened. I knew that she was all I had left of my family. Our parents, our other sister, our nephews, all my children – my whole family – was gone. Even my friends were gone. The only close person left was my sister.

Suddenly, we heard a rustling and felt movement in the church. Everybody moved forward. I grabbed my sister by the arm, because in my dream she was blind. Along with the rest of the people, we walked toward the front door. As we clung to each other, we looked out across the southern sky. In the distance we saw a sliver of light. My sister didn't know what was happening and I had to explain to her that the dome was being lifted.

The dome of darkness that had previously covered the Earth lifted like a cap being pulled away from the Earth, exposing a crescent of light across the southern sky that little by little became lighter and brighter and bigger and bigger as the dome lifted. 

As we all walked toward the light, and before the light of the world was fully exposed, I awoke.

In the years since I had that dream, I've thought about it many times. And I can't help but wonder if Stephen King had a similar dream that inspired him to write Under the Dome.

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Pay Attention to EVERYTHING!

I don't know if I was going for a new job, but for some reason I had to be somewhere to get tested and I was going with my granddaughter, Taylor.

I had to park in a parking lot and then walk to a stool outside the parking lot to sit down and wait. I saw one stool open so I walked to it, but somebody got there first and just as I was about to leave to find another spot, somebody pointed out another open stool.

Now I'm in a house, but I don't know whose, and, for some reason, I don't have shoes, so I have to borrow Taylor's shoes but Taylor's shoes don't fit, because they are too big. 

Before we leave, somebody tells us that we need to pay attention to EVERYTHING because the tiniest detail will be on the test. But EVERYTHING bores me apparently because I forget to pay attention until midway through the test when I realize that even the minutest detail, something in the background, for instance, might be on that test. So I start paying attention to EVERYTHING.

A rifle, or something that looks like a rifle must have been included in the instructions, too, because when it was time to leave I was told to hang it in the closet before I left.

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Any time anyone dreams about a test, the obvious thing to consider is that the person is about to be tested in some way, not in school necessarily, but in life. The fact that I was dreaming about my granddaughter and that I was wearing her shoes might have meant that she was being tested, and in order to understand how she was being tested, I needed to walk in her shoes.

I don't remember carrying a gun in this dream except for the part where I was told to hang it in the closet. Guns to me mean violence and protection. Perhaps I was trying to protect her, but in the dream I didn't need a gun to do it. This dream will take a little more contemplation on my part.

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My Newest Boyfriend

In this short dream, I had a boyfriend who looked amazingly similar to my daughter's fiance. All I kept thinking about was how lucky I was to have him in my life. It didn't disturb me at all that he was decades younger than I was – I just felt so lucky.

Yes that was a very short dream, and I can tell you immediately why I had it, because I knew upon awakening what the dream meant. 

The night before, my grandson, Zac, who is 5, crawled into bed with me (as he always does whenever he visits – unless his Daddy is here). He asked me (as he always does) to scratch his back (it helps him fall asleep).

I thought about how my daughter's fiance scratches her back every night to help her fall asleep, and I've always considered that small act to be a really sweet thing to do.

You see, when I was a little girl, my Auntie Alice scratched my back every time she saw me. She was the only person who ever did that for me, and she died when I was 10. 

And so on the night I scratched Zac's back, I remembered my Auntie Alice and thought about my ex-husband who always had me scratch his back but never scratched mine – I've never had that kind of affection from anyone other than my children when they were young. 

I must have fallen asleep wishing I had the kind of man in my life who would selflessly give of himself just because he is a good, loving, kind, and generous man. At least in my dream world, I have that kind of man in my life.

And just so you know, in case some of you are wondering, the dream was just as I explained it – nothing more.

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Too Bizarre to Explain

I love finding weird dreams by accident. Through one of my writing affiliations on Facebook, I discovered the following dream: Some Dreams Are Just Too Bizarre To Explain.

I found the dream so interesting, I asked the author if she would mind sharing it on this blog. She obviously said OK, because here it is.

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Meeting Cast Members from Saturday Night Live

Dream from a few nights ago:

I am in a large building, something that looks like a cross between a mall and a hospital. I walk into a small room filled with people. I notice Seth Meyers and a couple of other comedians from SNL. Seth has what looks like a bullet hole in his back and I mention it to him while a woman tries to find the cause for the hole. Seth acts as if nothing is wrong. He is in no pain, so he ignores it.

Three SNL members stand together and I walk over to them. They ask me what I do. I say, "I'm a writer." In unison, they all say, "She's a writer," not in a way to sound condescending, but more to sound funny. I ask them how I can send in a skit to SNL, and I am met with an, "Ooh, that's really difficult." And, "Ooh, I don't know…" They then walk away.

I start to follow them because I want to tell them that I have been watching SNL since the early days when Gilda Radner was performing, but then I realized that I rarely watched it after that first season, so I decided to leave them and find a washroom.

The washroom is located down a hallway and down some steps. Though it is clearly marked for women, after I open the door, I see a bunch of filthy men smoking cigarettes, sitting on all kinds of things, including chairs, crates, and counter tops, but I don't see any toilets. The room is a mess filled with debris. 

The men let me know they are there for more sinister reasons as they wait for women to come in. They ask me where I'm from. When I tell them I'm from Chicago, they decide to allow me to be in there alone. But I don't know how to use the facility because I see no toilets. 

A little Oriental woman walks in and finds a kind of plastic chamber pot sitting on the floor. She uses that while I look for another one. Everything is out in the open. When I finally find one and use it, she notices something I've written on a piece of paper that sits on the floor. She reads it and tells me I'm really good and asks me if I would write a blog for her website. I feel honored and say yes.

As I walk out of the washroom, I am acutely aware that the men who allowed me into the washroom are probably still close by. I sneak out and as I round the corner in the hallway, they see me and come toward me. To diffuse what might be an uncomfortable situation, I thank them for leaving the washroom and I quickly return to the room where the SNL members are gathered to tell them that I'd found a writing job.

Suddenly though, I'm driving or walking down a street in a very cute neighborhood, thinking about possibly moving there. I am with my former daughter-in-law's mother, who agrees that it might be a good place to live. Shortly after the homes, I see lines and lines of apartment buildings, all of which appear to be very tiny. I recognize that I wouldn't be able to live in them, because animal dander and smoke might circulate through the vents and I would become sick. There the dream ends.

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When the original Saturday Night Live aired, I watched every show and I decided I wanted to write for them, especially during a lengthy hospital stay back in 1977. I wrote several skits for them and even moved to New York, but I found myself in a whirlwind of obstacles I could not overcome. I recount that merry-go-round trip in the blog, Expectations of a Writing Career.

Seth Meyers appeared at the University of Illinois (my neighborhood) not long ago, and I'm sure the memory of SNL combined with his appearance in my town set the stage for this dream. My dream of Seth Meyers having a bullet hole occurred before the Connecticut murders, so the dream isn't connected at all to the murders. I don't know what the bullet hole represents, but Seth Meyers is obviously alive and well.

As far as the disgusting men in the women's bathroom is concerned, I don't know what part of my psyche put them there. To be honest, I have been thinking that my career is "in the toilet," so that part of the dream came as no surprise. But, even in the toilet, I found hope (through the woman who wanted me to write for her web site). So all hope is not lost (if you are an Oriental woman looking for a writer for your web site, I'm your girl).

I will not however be moving into an apartment now or ever, since I've already been in apartments where residents in the same building either smoked or had animals, and I had a bad reaction to the smoke and dander.

I could not imagine a scenario where my former daughter-in-law's mother and I would be walking anywhere together, and then this past weekend, after I exited my car in the parking lot where my grandson's soccer game was being held, I walked past my grandson's other grandmother and we walked into the game together.

Vivid Dreams Disappear Over Time

When Nolan first told me his dream he said that he had been in a swamp with an alligator and that he was recusing his baby sister, Avery, from the alligator. He threw Avery up a hill to his mother and pried open the alligator's mouth with his bare hands. I was astounded by his aggression, his bravery, and his take-action ability in this dream. 

I asked Nolan if he would remember the dream the next day. And this was him retelling his dream the following day:

Maybe this dream was alerting Nolan to his inner warrior! It could also be that his paternal grandfather likened changing Avery's diaper to wrestling an alligator. In this dream Nolan might have been trying to pry Avery's mouth open to collect any of the myriad objects she keeps throwing into it.

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Maybe Now I'll Get Noticed

We entered the dark theater-type arena, the son of a friend of mine and me. I heard the roar of a lion, but I knew, having been there before, that the roar came from a giant mechanical animal with a huge trunk, more like a dinosaur than an elephant.

Chris had never been to this arena before but he apparently knew about the challenge before him, because I didn't tell him that by shooting through the trunk, he would make it through this first challenge. He immediately aimed through the trunk, shot through it, and passed the first challenge. Now it was my turn.

The audience included some famous actors I'd never seen before in person and I remember thinking, wow, this game is gaining some attention. Doris Roberts was one of the people who sat down in the bleachers. I sat in a corner on a stack of chairs awaiting my turn, knowing that after this challenge, one far more sinister awaited me.  But the dream ended with me thinking that maybe with this much attention, I could get some of these people to read my blog.

And now for the interpretation – I've been trying to reach this friend whose son appeared in my dream to interview him for a blog I want to write about him. He hasn't responded, not because he's ignoring me, but because he rarely goes online.

I'm not sure why I've had this dream before. It was very scary the first time I had it because I didn't know what was expected of me. I wasn't frightened this time, because I knew the drill. 

As far as lots of famous actors appearing in this arena are concerned, I think that because this friend I want to interview has been involved with many famous people in his past, and because I was with his son, the actors were there to support him and his son. I don't know if he ever met Doris Roberts.

So why did my dream include Doris Roberts? I keep seeing Everybody Loves Raymond in various places (I LOVED that show), so maybe that's why she appeared in my dream.

My immediate thought just before I awoke was that maybe some of those people would read my blog after I completed the challenge. Apparently my subconscious believes that I have to fight mechanical dinosaurs in order to garner any attention.

Hmm. I wonder what my subconscious interpreted mechanical dinosaurs to mean.

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Share Your Weird Dreams

I know you have them. We all have them. Sometimes we can't remember them or we remember only snippets. That's OK. Even snippets will work for this blog.

For instance, last night I dreamed about a VERY tall man. The man was so tall, in fact, that he could look into the window of what appeared to be a twelve-story apartment building with ease. When I tried to get others to look in his direction, I couldn't get anyone's attention fast enough, so I assumed that nobody believed me.

Why did I have this dream? Perhaps I was talking about men or I was thinking about my ideal man, and maybe the man I've created in my mind to be my perfect soulmate is ultimately impossible. I think I'll bring my expectations down a few notches. He doesn't have to be twelve-stories high.

See? I KNOW you've had weird dreams. Send them to weirddreams@mail.com

Fighting Good and Evil

The following dream appears exactly as written, with the exception of eliminating a swear word and breaking it up into more easily readable paragraphs. My comments appear at the end.

The dream started off with monday night raw. John laurinaitus made an elimination chamber title match between CM PUNK, RANDY ORTON, REY MYSTERIO, BRODUS CLAY and two other Wrestlers who i cant remember. Brodus clay won and was the new champion but he cheated as we Were not told before the match that it was a title bout.

 I went inside my house and complained to john laurinaitus. I told him that up to now i thought he was the best gm ever because he made so many mistakes that he was funny. He laughed and then i told him that it was a shambles what just happened. He said its what the people want. ITS NOT.

I went upstairs to find CM PUNK. i tried to lure him out with a speech but it was not successful. I went in my mum and dads room and sitting on the floor was none other than… 2pac and snoop doggy dogg. They We're both talking and they spoke to me and we had a long chat. I then said to them you both look real. They explained that all famous people can do this and that they Were just holograms.

Snoop put his hand out. I tried to touch it with a weird sense of electric shock without the pain overriding me. They Were indeed holograms. I then said can they shape shift, turn into someone else. Snoop tried and was turning into all sorts of people. 2pac then tried and he turned into justin bieber. I then assumed for the rest of the dream that that was his true form.

I said to s##t face, see what you look like when youre old because someone generated a face of what hed look like when he is old earlier that week. Selena gomez did not like it at all. He did it and his face stayed exactly the same but he had grey hair. ARSEHOLE. He then changed back and his hair stayed the same. :). But it soon changed back to its golden colour.

We then talked for a while with snoop doggy dogg and then all of a sudden Snoop Dogg jumped up and he said he owes his success to the devil. I said what illuminati ?  Beiber answered yes for him. I was like OK. THEN THE WORLD AROUND MY FEET ALL STARTED TO CRUMBLE AND FALL WITH THE MASS FIRES FROM HELL SPIRING UP AT ME.

Snoop said to be more successful he needs one more soul from someone. He then started a ritual and he shattered me to burnt pieces and claimed my soul for the devil. Justin bieber and some fellow onlookers tried to stop him as they thought i was a cool guy. But snoop didn't listen as he was now more successful than ever. I then woke up.

Thank you, Daniel G Cornes, for submitting your dream. This dream truly is imaginative and rich with all levels of good and evil mixed in. The fact that so many celebrities appeared and that you remembered the dream in such amazing detail means you either made the whole thing up or that you have a very creative imagination working for you. My personal opinion is that you are just really imaginative. The forces of good and evil "fighting" through this dream may mean that you are battling those same forces in your waking life.

To truly understand the meaning of this dream, though, you have to ask yourself what each of these celebrities means to you. Does one represent evil while another represents good to you? You have connected music with wrestling, so both must be significant to you in some way. Find the link and you might find the meaning of the dream.

Another thing you might want to pay attention to is that somebody in your waking life may in some way resemble Snoop Dogg. If not in looks, maybe in action. Is somebody trying to take over your soul? Is somebody trying to convince you that you have to sell your soul to the devil to become successful. Perceptions play an important role in determining the meanings of dreams. Also, it appears that you have some supporters who believe in you.

With an imagination like yours, I hope you've found a creative outlet for expressing it, Daniel. Good luck to you.