I had a dream this morning before I woke up. I know I did. I just...can't really remember it.
All I have now are vague snapshots of the dream, such as cupping roses in my two hands and inhaling their rich scent, or going through a multi-leveled library in search of something...
And that's about it. Bah. Darn forgetting-inducing alarm clock.
Interpretation:
Okay. There just simply isn't enough to go on here, but at least I know what the rose thing is from. It's similar to what Beauty does in Robin McKinley's Rose Daughter (which I started to reread but didn't finish because my sister is borrowing it) when she discovers roses for the first time and cups them in her hands as if they were (I believe this is how it's worded) the face of her sweetheart. Nice image. Apparently I wanted to do the same thing because, man, I was seriously into those roses in the dream. (At least...I seem to recall that I was...)
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Parking lots and pits
Here's one I woke up from this morning...
In the dream, I'm in a parking lot that's almost exactly like one I saw in Chicago. (It was a parking lot for the metro station line that ran to Chicago, you see. For some reason it was indelibly impressed on my brain cells...?)
Anyway--so I'm in this parking lot, and apparently I'm supposed to pay for my parking space by going over to a booth-type dealie and finding a slot that's marked with the same number as my parking stall number (which happens to be 273) and insert a $10 bill into said slot. Phew!
I also have some guy with me (I knew him in the dream, but my waking self has no idea who he is) and three African American kids: a little boy, a little girl, and a baby boy. These kids are apparently nieces and nephews, which I only know because I refer to my mom as 'Grammy' while talking to them at one point, and I also know (the way you know things in dreams) that they're not my kids.
Anyway--I go to the booth (mentioned above) and I can't find number 273. The numbers go up only so far, and they don't get that high. Rather panicking, I dash off to the other end of the parking lot where there's another booth to see if my number is there, but it isn't.
(By the way, while all this is happening, I keep falling into these pits that are in the middle of the parking lot. Go figure.)
Then I finally see yet another booth that's actually located right by where I was parked (but which, necessarily, I didn't see until late in the dream). So, I run over there and, sure enough, there's number 273 next to a nifty little slot.
A woman comes up to me as I'm fishing around for a $10 bill in my purse and explains that she's an employee at the parking lot and that, because of all the trouble I went through, I'll only have to pay $1.50 and she'll cover the rest. (Except, somehow, I end up having to pay the whole amount later anyway.)
So, I go back to the car, where the three kids and this guy are waiting for me and we prepare to go off to the zoo (where, I say to the kids, we will see lions and giraffes and...some other animal I can't remember now).
The End.
Interpretation:
Uuuuuuummmmmm... Well... For starters, there's this thing I have about the number 273. You see, it's a very significant number to me because it's the number of times...I've...coughed...in the last year. No, 6 months. The number of times I've coughed in the last 6 months.
Yerg.
No, I think this one may have to do with my tired brain coming to a realization that, despite all my stress about moving & finances & changes happening in my life, things really will work out in the end. And I'll get to show my nieces and nephews those grand ol' giraffes after all.
In the dream, I'm in a parking lot that's almost exactly like one I saw in Chicago. (It was a parking lot for the metro station line that ran to Chicago, you see. For some reason it was indelibly impressed on my brain cells...?)
Anyway--so I'm in this parking lot, and apparently I'm supposed to pay for my parking space by going over to a booth-type dealie and finding a slot that's marked with the same number as my parking stall number (which happens to be 273) and insert a $10 bill into said slot. Phew!
I also have some guy with me (I knew him in the dream, but my waking self has no idea who he is) and three African American kids: a little boy, a little girl, and a baby boy. These kids are apparently nieces and nephews, which I only know because I refer to my mom as 'Grammy' while talking to them at one point, and I also know (the way you know things in dreams) that they're not my kids.
Anyway--I go to the booth (mentioned above) and I can't find number 273. The numbers go up only so far, and they don't get that high. Rather panicking, I dash off to the other end of the parking lot where there's another booth to see if my number is there, but it isn't.
(By the way, while all this is happening, I keep falling into these pits that are in the middle of the parking lot. Go figure.)
Then I finally see yet another booth that's actually located right by where I was parked (but which, necessarily, I didn't see until late in the dream). So, I run over there and, sure enough, there's number 273 next to a nifty little slot.
A woman comes up to me as I'm fishing around for a $10 bill in my purse and explains that she's an employee at the parking lot and that, because of all the trouble I went through, I'll only have to pay $1.50 and she'll cover the rest. (Except, somehow, I end up having to pay the whole amount later anyway.)
So, I go back to the car, where the three kids and this guy are waiting for me and we prepare to go off to the zoo (where, I say to the kids, we will see lions and giraffes and...some other animal I can't remember now).
The End.
Interpretation:
Uuuuuuummmmmm... Well... For starters, there's this thing I have about the number 273. You see, it's a very significant number to me because it's the number of times...I've...coughed...in the last year. No, 6 months. The number of times I've coughed in the last 6 months.
Yerg.
No, I think this one may have to do with my tired brain coming to a realization that, despite all my stress about moving & finances & changes happening in my life, things really will work out in the end. And I'll get to show my nieces and nephews those grand ol' giraffes after all.
Monday, May 7, 2007
What's up with all this anxiety???
Holy--what's up with all of these anxiety dreams???
This morning I woke up from another doozy. (Well, not a real doozy, I guess. Just kind of a sort-of-doozy. A fake, or pseudo-doozy, if you will.)
This time, I was driving out to Boston in (what I believe was) a U-Haul truck, which I have determined is probably the cheapest way for me to get out there (although at $1600 buckaroos I'm pretty hesitant to call it cheap).
First of all, in this dream, I kept taking the wrong road...like I would head south when I was supposed to go north, or I couldn't find the freeway after I exited (foolishly) to find foodstuffs. Also, every time I stopped, there was some sort of evil magician or sorceress threatening a group of young children, so necessarily, I'd have to stop and give assistance, battling axe-weilding giant trees with my summoning of cranky flying pilot whales. (Oh, you think I jest???)
Finally, we (I now have two siblings with me, for some reason) arrive at a city that's completely frozen over from this terrible ice-storm. Then I find out that we're in New Orleans. (Why New Orleans? Just. Don't. Ask.) I realize that we're terribly off course, so I keep trying to figure out which direction we need to go to A: get out of town and B: get somewhat more north of there.
Oh, and also, I keep falling asleep at the wheel. (Of course, this part may have come from the fact that I was trying to wake up from the dream so I could get out and (HA!) exercise this morning, but I just wasn't able to drag my lazy self away from my covers.
So, done.
Interpretation:
Last night, I felt much more directionless than I feel tonight. I mean, I had a direction, I guess, it was just studded (quite generously) with uncertainties such as, oh, how on earth I'm going to pay for everything and how I'm going to get out to Boston and when I'm going and who's going with me and what route we're going to take...
Things were a mite bit upheavaly.
However, tonight, I feel much more at peace about the whole thing. (And I found out I've gotten loans enough to cover all my tuition expenses, and remain in debt for roughly the next 20 to 80 years, which, oddly enough, has put my mind considerably more at ease.)
So, when I sleep tonight, I will not dream about pilot whales nor freeways that turn into taffy. (Oh. Forgot to mention that part.) I'll dream about unicorns again, I'm sure, which opens up another nice large and smelly bucket o' worms.
This morning I woke up from another doozy. (Well, not a real doozy, I guess. Just kind of a sort-of-doozy. A fake, or pseudo-doozy, if you will.)
This time, I was driving out to Boston in (what I believe was) a U-Haul truck, which I have determined is probably the cheapest way for me to get out there (although at $1600 buckaroos I'm pretty hesitant to call it cheap).
First of all, in this dream, I kept taking the wrong road...like I would head south when I was supposed to go north, or I couldn't find the freeway after I exited (foolishly) to find foodstuffs. Also, every time I stopped, there was some sort of evil magician or sorceress threatening a group of young children, so necessarily, I'd have to stop and give assistance, battling axe-weilding giant trees with my summoning of cranky flying pilot whales. (Oh, you think I jest???)
Finally, we (I now have two siblings with me, for some reason) arrive at a city that's completely frozen over from this terrible ice-storm. Then I find out that we're in New Orleans. (Why New Orleans? Just. Don't. Ask.) I realize that we're terribly off course, so I keep trying to figure out which direction we need to go to A: get out of town and B: get somewhat more north of there.
Oh, and also, I keep falling asleep at the wheel. (Of course, this part may have come from the fact that I was trying to wake up from the dream so I could get out and (HA!) exercise this morning, but I just wasn't able to drag my lazy self away from my covers.
So, done.
Interpretation:
Last night, I felt much more directionless than I feel tonight. I mean, I had a direction, I guess, it was just studded (quite generously) with uncertainties such as, oh, how on earth I'm going to pay for everything and how I'm going to get out to Boston and when I'm going and who's going with me and what route we're going to take...
Things were a mite bit upheavaly.
However, tonight, I feel much more at peace about the whole thing. (And I found out I've gotten loans enough to cover all my tuition expenses, and remain in debt for roughly the next 20 to 80 years, which, oddly enough, has put my mind considerably more at ease.)
So, when I sleep tonight, I will not dream about pilot whales nor freeways that turn into taffy. (Oh. Forgot to mention that part.) I'll dream about unicorns again, I'm sure, which opens up another nice large and smelly bucket o' worms.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Helpin' them little critters
So, this morning I dreamed that I was watching a penguin give birth. Except that, of course, it didn't lay eggs; it gave birth to live babies, all mammal-like (and the fact that it proceeded to nurse said babies means that I really should have paid more attention in biology).
The only problem was that, of course, this mama penguin couldn't care for all her young. So, because this is part of nature, she pushed 6 of her 7 babies away from her and onto the cold snow. Of course, not wanting these penguin babes to perish, I hurried after them and watched as they confidently slid on their bellies (penguin-style) down the snow and kind of gathered around me expectantly.
I said something to the effect of: "Okay, guys! Let's build an igloo!" Because, of course, I am way top-notch in my igloo-building skills. And also penguins normally live in igloos; you just don't hear about it on those nature shows.
And then I woke up.
Interpretation:
I really couldn't say. I could guess, of course, and my guess would be that the mama penguin represents my own desire for motherhood, and my taking care of penguin babies means that I'm a pretty darn good auntie, and the igloo represents...my...house? But other than that, I have no clue. Again.
The only problem was that, of course, this mama penguin couldn't care for all her young. So, because this is part of nature, she pushed 6 of her 7 babies away from her and onto the cold snow. Of course, not wanting these penguin babes to perish, I hurried after them and watched as they confidently slid on their bellies (penguin-style) down the snow and kind of gathered around me expectantly.
I said something to the effect of: "Okay, guys! Let's build an igloo!" Because, of course, I am way top-notch in my igloo-building skills. And also penguins normally live in igloos; you just don't hear about it on those nature shows.
And then I woke up.
Interpretation:
I really couldn't say. I could guess, of course, and my guess would be that the mama penguin represents my own desire for motherhood, and my taking care of penguin babies means that I'm a pretty darn good auntie, and the igloo represents...my...house? But other than that, I have no clue. Again.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Er...Black Unicorns?
Okay. First of all, I want to make it clear that I do not normally dream about unicorns.
In fact, I havne't had a unicorn dream since I was twelve, I believe. (Actually, I have no idea how long it's been.)
But this morning I did. And it was weird.
Here's the description of it I just wrote down. (Sorry that it's in 2nd person, but what can you do?)
(By the way, I refer to people in the dream as 'characters' simply because it's so story-like. When I'm a disembodied non-participatory presence, I'm just an 'observer.')
Characters in the dream spend the entire first part preparing for battle. Finally the call comes to battle & then you swerve through this building (you’re not a character, just an observer at this point). You see this way crazy funky queen who apparently is a cannibal (she talks about loving the taste of her descendants). She’s really creepy and quite patently evil.
Then, people start coming after her, so she runs away. In her castle are all of these habitats inside of bubbles & filled with water. Each habitat is from a different world and it contains everything the creatures within need in order to survive. She keeps diving into these bubbles to escape her pursuers and she kind of drags the bubbles along with her, creating these super-bubbles around her.
Cut to someone saying that it’s impossible to raise a young alicorn (unicorn). Then this deep, dark voice starts speaking:
“Normally it’s quite impossible. However, they captured me and dyed me black.” Then it starts explaining how it had been tortured and now, twisted and dark, it seeks revenge upon those who harmed it. It makes it clear that all of the battles that had been going on earlier in the dream had been caused by this alicorn putting thoughts into people’s heads. (Alicorn has a gender? If it does, it’s male. But somehow I get the impression that they’re genderless.)
You come across the alicorn as an observer and then someone else, a woman comes across it. She’s pure and lovely, but weak, and you feel a surge of fear that the alicorn will injure her. (The alicorn is lying on its side, legs tucked beneath it. It’s stiff and corpse-like, but the legs can still kick. It’s covered in armor or something metal and the horn is straight for a moment, but then curves slightly down & then up like a scimitar. Beautiful animal, but it too has become wicked and cruel.)
Then, this girl just touches the alicorn’s left hind hoof, and through that touch, the alicorn can feel that this woman is pure and gentle. It allows her to touch it and then the next thing you see, she’s riding the alicorn through a doorway that leads to an entirely different place (different world, perhaps). Not sure where they’re going.
Suddenly, you’re a character again, and other characters from the dream are parting through different doorways. You realize that soon all the doorways will close, and you won’t be able to see any of these people again. You hug them goodbye, explaining that your sister (the woman now with the alicorn) needs you, so you’re going to follow them.
And I woke up.
Crazy. Crazy, crazy. And interesting.
I actually didn't mention above one of the more interesting parts of the dream. At one point (amidst the battle preparations) I was a character & I was going around to different places trying to 'set' places I could teleport to. Apparently (in the dream) I had the ability to be in a certain place, think really hard of a number between 1 and 10, and then, later, if I had to disappear immediately, I could think that number & I would immediately be transported to the location I had 'set' for that number.
Man. I wish I could do that in real life.
Interpretation:
Um... The alicorn obviously represents my frustration with my hair, and the queen is indicitave of...er...toenail polish.
Seriously, folks. I have no idea on this one. I think it was just my brain giving me something entertaining this morning. Ohyeah. And also wacko.
In fact, I havne't had a unicorn dream since I was twelve, I believe. (Actually, I have no idea how long it's been.)
But this morning I did. And it was weird.
Here's the description of it I just wrote down. (Sorry that it's in 2nd person, but what can you do?)
(By the way, I refer to people in the dream as 'characters' simply because it's so story-like. When I'm a disembodied non-participatory presence, I'm just an 'observer.')
Characters in the dream spend the entire first part preparing for battle. Finally the call comes to battle & then you swerve through this building (you’re not a character, just an observer at this point). You see this way crazy funky queen who apparently is a cannibal (she talks about loving the taste of her descendants). She’s really creepy and quite patently evil.
Then, people start coming after her, so she runs away. In her castle are all of these habitats inside of bubbles & filled with water. Each habitat is from a different world and it contains everything the creatures within need in order to survive. She keeps diving into these bubbles to escape her pursuers and she kind of drags the bubbles along with her, creating these super-bubbles around her.
Cut to someone saying that it’s impossible to raise a young alicorn (unicorn). Then this deep, dark voice starts speaking:
“Normally it’s quite impossible. However, they captured me and dyed me black.” Then it starts explaining how it had been tortured and now, twisted and dark, it seeks revenge upon those who harmed it. It makes it clear that all of the battles that had been going on earlier in the dream had been caused by this alicorn putting thoughts into people’s heads. (Alicorn has a gender? If it does, it’s male. But somehow I get the impression that they’re genderless.)
You come across the alicorn as an observer and then someone else, a woman comes across it. She’s pure and lovely, but weak, and you feel a surge of fear that the alicorn will injure her. (The alicorn is lying on its side, legs tucked beneath it. It’s stiff and corpse-like, but the legs can still kick. It’s covered in armor or something metal and the horn is straight for a moment, but then curves slightly down & then up like a scimitar. Beautiful animal, but it too has become wicked and cruel.)
Then, this girl just touches the alicorn’s left hind hoof, and through that touch, the alicorn can feel that this woman is pure and gentle. It allows her to touch it and then the next thing you see, she’s riding the alicorn through a doorway that leads to an entirely different place (different world, perhaps). Not sure where they’re going.
Suddenly, you’re a character again, and other characters from the dream are parting through different doorways. You realize that soon all the doorways will close, and you won’t be able to see any of these people again. You hug them goodbye, explaining that your sister (the woman now with the alicorn) needs you, so you’re going to follow them.
And I woke up.
Crazy. Crazy, crazy. And interesting.
I actually didn't mention above one of the more interesting parts of the dream. At one point (amidst the battle preparations) I was a character & I was going around to different places trying to 'set' places I could teleport to. Apparently (in the dream) I had the ability to be in a certain place, think really hard of a number between 1 and 10, and then, later, if I had to disappear immediately, I could think that number & I would immediately be transported to the location I had 'set' for that number.
Man. I wish I could do that in real life.
Interpretation:
Um... The alicorn obviously represents my frustration with my hair, and the queen is indicitave of...er...toenail polish.
Seriously, folks. I have no idea on this one. I think it was just my brain giving me something entertaining this morning. Ohyeah. And also wacko.
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