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.

Michael Jackson Sang to Me

The white lacy park bench sat in the middle of what could have been the Garden of Eden. Surrounded by a rainbow of colors saturating every type of flower imaginable, the peace this dream exuded was unlike any peace I’d ever felt. I was 19 years old when I had this dream. Michael Jackson was only 12. 

While I’ve always had an attraction to younger men, I’ve never been attracted to children, so when I awoke from this dream, I was curious about the dream’s meaning. As in many spiritual dreams, though, age never seems to be a factor.

As I sat on the bench, Michael knelt down beside me on the ground next to the bench, and he sang to me:

You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back.

Where there is love, I'll be there.

I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do.

Just call my name and I'll be there.

[Chorus:]

And oh - I'll be there to comfort you,

Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you.

I'll be there with a love that's strong.

I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on, holding on, holding on - yes I will, yes I will.

Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter.

Togetherness, well that's all I'm after.

Whenever you need me, I'll be there.

I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love I respect you.

Just call my name and I'll be there.

[Chorus]

If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you

'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there.

I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there

(Just look over your shoulders, honey).

I’ll be there, I’ll be there, whenever you need me, I’ll be there.

Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah

I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’ll be there…

"I'll Be There" can be found on YouTube HERE with Diana Ross and HERE.

Although this dream occurred more than 40 years ago, to date, no “love of my life” has ever had faith in anything I’ve done, even through two marriages. My dream version of Michael Jackson may be my only reminder of the type of love that has been missing all my life. Though seven years separated Michael and me, in 1970, those seven years seemed more like twenty, not only because girls mature faster than boys, but also because I was on the verge of adulthood and though Michael was 12, he looked much younger.

When Michael died in 2009, he was two months short of his 51st birthday and I was one month short of my 58th birthday. The age difference didn’t seem quite so wide anymore. 

I may never know what true love feels like in this lifetime, and I’m not suggesting that if Michael Jackson was alive today, he and I would have even met, but I’ll always have the memory of this dream and the hope it evoked – that maybe some day somebody out there (in addition to my children and grandchildren) will fill my heart with joy and laughter.

Interpreting Your Dreams - Dream Interpretation

(originally from the Magical Mysteries Collection – 
later republished on Yahoo! Contributor Network July 30, 2008)

Dream analysis, for thousands of years, has been a function performed by magicians, sages, and prophets. In Genesis 40, the Pharaoh summoned Joseph to interpret his dreams. And in Daniel I, King Nebuchadnezzar called upon Daniel to analyze his dreams. Because incorrect interpretations might result in death, it was imperative that they be accurate.

Today dream analysis books and websites offer readers a glimpse of the subconscious dream world through universally accepted images and their associated meanings. Archetypes (universal images), mythical figures, and dream symbolism figure prominently in our psyche and relate to us messages from our subconscious. To know ourselves, we must know our conscious mind as well as our subconscious mind.

But many of us find, upon awakening, that if we remember our dreams at all, they appear in fragments that make no sense to us. Websites and books explain some dreams, but certain dream symbols may be more personal than universal. A bird to one person might signify flight and freedom, but to another it may mean fright. If we want to understand ourselves, we may benefit by understanding our dreams.

Remembering them may be difficult, however. To remedy forgetting them, try concentrating not only on having a dream before you fall asleep, but on remembering it as well. Gayle Delaney, in her book, "Living Your Dreams (see above)," invites us to explore our dreams by keeping a dream journal.

Keep the journal and a low-wattage lamp by your bed. Get in the habit of recording your dream immediately upon awakening. Even if only fragments appear, write them down anyway. As you write, more pieces of the dream may surface.

When you finish recording the dream, make a list of all the people, places, and things you remember from the dream. Next to each image from the list, describe its appearance, its form, and the feelings it arouses in you. Do any of the images remind you of anything else going on in your life, or any person?

Now describe the actions that took place in your dream and write the feelings associated with each action. Record the overall emotional quality of the dream. I've included a form that might help you record your dreams. Just click on it and print it out.

Don't try to analyze your dream as you write it. Logic and analysis can wait. Sometimes enlightenment will come as you record your dream. Other times it will appear when you review your dreams. Still other times the message won't come until weeks or even months later. A dream you had in March may make more sense to you in October.

As you become adept with the process, ask yourself specific questions before falling asleep, and ask for the message to be clearly illustrated in a dream. How, what, and why questions will result in better dream answers than yes or no questions. For instance, "What can I do to improve my relationship?" works better than "Will my relationship improve?" As you record your dreams, in time, certain patterns may emerge.

Learning about yourself through dreams may open windows to your soul.

Paranormal Nightmare – While Awake!

On Halloween the room was dark except for shadowed branches dancing on the walls. I was alone, awaiting that moment of surrender when my body would cave to the demands of sleep. But sleep never came.

My eyes sprung open at the mention of my name. Thereeeeesa, the voice whispered long and slow. Thereeeeesa.

As if the planets had spun out of control, their centrifugal force racing at a speed too fast for my mind to comprehend, I felt myself plastered to the bed. Every time I tried to lift my arms, my legs, and even my head, I remained glued in place. Panic swept over me in a drenching sweat as I tried in desperation to force myself out of my bed.

Though I poured every bit of strength into every imagined move in my efforts to stand up, I felt my energy deplete with each attempted movement. A kind of prickly numbness stabbed every pore in my skin while I listened to the reverberation of my heart thumping in my ears - drowned out only by my name being called again, Thereeeeesa.

(To read the rest, please visit A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake: Halloween Voices Won't Let You Sleep.

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Unrecognizable People Who Appear In Your Dreams – Could They Be From a Past Life?

Have you ever dreamed of a person you've never met? I have. I see people I couldn’t possibly have made up. Their features look unlike anyone I’ve ever seen. While the possibility exists that these may be people I saw when I was a baby and forgot I’d seen them, another possibility exists – they may be people from a past life.

In a dream once, I looked into a mirror and the person staring back at me was not me, but because I was looking into a mirror, I instinctively knew that it had to be me, though she looked very different. How can we create people with a certain hair texture and color, facial structure, including eyes, nose, lips, and ears, body height and weight – specific to only one individual – if we have never seen that person before?

Babies tend to stare at people, so we could assume that the features of those individuals remain firmly affixed inside a baby’s brain, coming out years later to surface in a dream. Maybe the woman with long red hair struck the baby as being kind and loving. Now the baby – as an adult – dreams about that woman with the long red hair, but the baby doesn’t remember the woman and wonders why she dreamed about her.

In other dreams I have been in places I’ve never visited in this lifetime. Then one day, I see a photograph of the place that had formerly been in my dreams. The only difference is that the building was demolished before my birth. How do we explain those kinds of dreams – imagination?

Long before Harry Potter, I dreamed that I was sitting in a train station. Somebody handed me a photograph of a family. The people in the photo moved as if they were in a movie and I recognized one of the people as being me, but not the way I looked in the dream. Others in the photo were part of my family, but I sat alone in that train station and didn’t recognize them as part of my family at that time. Even in the dream I wondered if I was looking at a photograph of my family in a past life.

Years later, I wondered how JK Rowling and I came up with the same idea. Are ideas roaming around us all the time and those of us who grab onto them are credited with creating them? That’s a story for another blog.

As far as this blog is concerned I have often thought back to times when I was a little girl. I had a certain fascination with trains. My grandfather worked for the Illinois Central Railroad in Chicago, but my fascination with trains went beyond knowing my grandpa worked for a train company. When I played with my dolls, I pretended my couch was a car in the train and I held my babies close to protect them. Always, when I played with my dolls, I protected them. From what?

So many strangers throughout my life have appeared in my dreams. That I remember them is significant. Why would I make up a face and a body and then remember that person when I awoke? Do strangers appear in your dreams? If so do you create them? Are we all gods who design different bodily elements and are fully capable of pulling those elements together to create a human being? Or do we use our imaginations to create people? 

Admittedly, I have a rich imagination, but am I capable of dreaming into existence a structure that stood hundreds of years ago. How did I know what it looked like? While many possibilities exist, I can only wonder at how much of our unused brain holds material we’ve gathered throughout our time on earth, whether in this body or in a past-life body. Have you dreamed a human being into existence?

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