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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Your Dreams Interpreted During Dream Awareness Weekend, April 29-May 1, 2011

Have you ever wanted your dreams interpreted by a Dreamologist? Well now is your chance to find out what your dream symbols are trying to tell you – for FREE.

According to Dreamschool, whether you fly, lose your teeth, or appear late to take a test in your dream, your dream is trying to reach you with its messages.

"As you know, interpreting your dreams will help you understand yourself, improve your health, solve problems, create a better life, learn life lessons, and make wiser choices. Dreams will show things that are out of reach of the five senses, and of (the) waking mind."

The National Dream Hotline® celebrates its 23rd anniversary this year, and they invite you to call in to their hotline at 417-345-8411 starting Friday, April 29, at 6 p.m. central time. The dream interpretation will continue until midnight Sunday, May 1, 2011.

So if you're dreaming about situations that require some insight and you want to give a Dreamologist a try, give the National Dream Hotline® a call.

Register HERE for the Dream Awareness Weekend. HURRY! Dreamschool is accepting only 50 people from each area around the country:

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Starts: Friday, April 29, at 6 p.m.
Ends: Sunday, May 1 at 12:00 a.m.

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3-Year-Old Interprets Her Own Dream

Ever since I was a child, I've asked people to tell me about their dreams. Dreams fascinate me, so nearly every morning, when we had the time, my children and I shared our dreams.

When my youngest daughter, Brittney, was three years old, she told me about one of her dreams. All she said was, "A bee stung me."

"What happened next?" I wanted to know.

"The bee said, 'that feel good?'"

"What did you say when the bee asked you if it felt good?" I asked Brittney.

She responded to the bee by saying, "No," and then added to me, "The bee was Daddy."


I'm sure a slap on the butt can feel like a sting to a child. I didn't press her, but I was surprised by how easily she transferred ownership of the bee sting to something her daddy had done to her.


Adults often don't recognize symbols that appear in their dreams, so I was surprised to discover that this little 3-year-old recognized that the bee symbolized her daddy.

Like Brittney's dream symbols, our own individual dream symbols can help us identify elements that affect our waking lives. As I've mentioned in previous Your Weird Dreams posts, the best book I've ever found on dream interpretation is the one written by Gayle Delaney – Living Your Dreams.

Living Your Dreams is written in such a way that it appears to have been individually tailored to help each dreamer. You interpret your own dreams with your own symbols using her methods, and she helps you identify your own individual dream symbols.

Pay attention to the symbols in your dreams. As you strive to learn who you are, clues will appear in your dreams that will help you solve the mystery that is you.


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Are Your Dreams Weirder Than Usual Lately?

For dreamers who are also astrology buffs, listen up. Over the next several months, your dreams might be even more bizarre than usual.

The reason? Pluto has gone renegade (I mean retrograde), and your dreams might be just a little more unusual than they've ever been. Because of Pluto, you will probably find yourself dreaming about your past.

Pluto Retrograde, by the way, means that Pluto will appear to be moving backwards.

Before I go any further, I'd like to emphasize the word past. By past, I don't mean your childhood; I mean your past life.

Pluto rules the underworld, or Hades, and is astrologically connected to your past life.

So if you find yourself involved in dreams where the characters in your dream seem somewhat – or completely – unfamiliar, or partially familiar but in a strange setting, it could be because you are dreaming about your past life – due to Pluto's retrograde status, which began on April 9, 2011.

How long will Pluto Retrograde last? Pluto will remain retrograde until September 15, 2011.

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Past Life In Holocaust?

Hundreds of us stood in a huge building with a domed-shaped ceiling. It felt like a way-station or a train station. All of us who were being ushered into two lines stood in a state of shock and panic, many of us not knowing what the lines meant.

I knew that I was in the "good" line, but as I looked over to the "bad" line, the one that was sure to be torturous for anybody standing in it, I saw my father.

He didn't know what lay ahead of him and as I called out to him, I realized he couldn't hear me. I kept calling him and calling him, hoping he would hear my desperate pleas across the large room, but he kept walking.

Finally I ran over to him and grabbed his arm. I told him he was in the wrong line and that he had to follow me. We ran over to the good line together. And that's all that I can remember.

The interesting part about this dream is that I saw that domed-type structure in a documentary on the Holocaust years after I had the dream. The feeling I experienced as I saw the exact structure from my dream on that television documentary threw my body into a state of shock.

All I could do was stare at the screen and wonder how I could possibly have seen the details of that building in a dream without ever having visited it in person.

Was it a train station? Could it have been a past life?

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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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How to Save Gas From the Mind of a Three Year Old

Nolan watching TV with all of his
favorite toys and his favorite blankets.

One of my favorite morning activities is to ask my kids or grandchildren about their dreams. This morning, my 3-year-old grandson, Nolan, awoke to a dream about a motorcycle.

When I asked him about the motorcycle, he told me it was a kid's motorcycle, but that when you pushed a button, it became a car. And then, when you pushed another button, it turned into a motorcycle again.

Talk about ways to save gas! When you're driving alone and the weather is perfect, drive your motorcycle. Have to pick somebody up or share a ride? Press a button and now you're driving a car.

I like it! Is Nolan going to be an inventor when he grows up? Apparently he already is.

By the way, he calls his invention, "Sunt."

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