My Dream: Mom and I go to a large, white spherical shopping center, which looks like an airport concourse inside. I go to the ladies room and see a large hairy animal through a glass wall. When I come out, I can’t find Mom right away. When I do find her, she’s in a bathing suit and wet, like she’s just been swimming. She dries off and we go into a convenience store inside the sphere and buy candy bars. Then I’m on a horse, riding through a mountain valley with snow-peaked mountains. I ride into old San Francisco and there’s a sign that reads “1st and Lear”.
Words like white: People feel they can rely on you. You have an abundance of energy and vitality.
Words like shopping: Options. Necessities that need to be fulfilled.
Words like room: Central part of a house. Regarding something important within yourself.
Words like animal: Natural, untamed self. Freedom from civilization.
Words like wall: Defense. Protection. Seeking privacy and security.
Words like suit: Credibility. Professional identity. Looking for power and recognition.
Words like swimming: Movement through water of feelings contained by cultural constructs. You are in an emotional state.
Words like store: Abundance. Options. Variety.Seeking for new choices.
Words like buy: Average success. Good luck. Compensation. Reward.
Words like horse: To dream about horses generally is associated with big earnings and will enjoy prosperous and happy life.
Words like valley: Life. Protection. Growth. Feeling conformable with the present situation.
Words like mountains: Natural elevation of yourself. Aspiration. Success through effort.
Words like old: Long time. Mature. Sensible. Former times. Something could be completed or ready to be replace.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Monday, May 05, 2008
Monday, February 26, 2007
In Dreams......
I've posted before of some strange dreams I've had:
Tea & Symbolism
Music-related dream
Those were just dreams that were so weird that I actually remembered them the following morning. For the last two nights, I've had a recurring dream. It's starts like this:
A friend of mine has invited me to go through this dead person's apartment and take whatever I want. The apartment has abnormally high ceilings and everything is bathed in the hazy, yellowish light you see when sunlight is filtered through cigarette smoke and sheer curtains. The apartment looks as if it hasn't been redecorated since the early 70s. The dead person (who I don't know) has some great stuff: art pottery, expensive perfumes, beautiful jewelry, rugs and quilts. I make a sizeable pile in the living room floor and start going through the closets, feeling a bit guilty, a bit like a vulture. You can't take it with you, so I might as well enjoy it....
My friend comes in and tells me that we have to leave immediately if we're going to get to the restaurant in time. Said restaurant is a little European bistro-type place in a mews with similar charming shops around it. Why do we need to get there so fast? Because an accordion player, billed as "Happiness On Two Feet", will be playing there this evening. We arrive at the bistro only to find that it's closed that day, and for some reason I can't go back to the dead person's apartment to get the schwag I picked out.
Sucks to be me, eh? Not with dreams like that! The only other recurring dream I can remember is when I was a teenager, I had several dreams about a tumbleweed with large blue eyes and long, bushy eyelashes that followed me around. Whenever I would try to send it away, the tumbleweed would cry huge salty tears and I'd feel sorry for it, so I'd let it stick around.
Anybody want to venture a guess about all this weirdness?
Tea & Symbolism
Music-related dream
Those were just dreams that were so weird that I actually remembered them the following morning. For the last two nights, I've had a recurring dream. It's starts like this:
A friend of mine has invited me to go through this dead person's apartment and take whatever I want. The apartment has abnormally high ceilings and everything is bathed in the hazy, yellowish light you see when sunlight is filtered through cigarette smoke and sheer curtains. The apartment looks as if it hasn't been redecorated since the early 70s. The dead person (who I don't know) has some great stuff: art pottery, expensive perfumes, beautiful jewelry, rugs and quilts. I make a sizeable pile in the living room floor and start going through the closets, feeling a bit guilty, a bit like a vulture. You can't take it with you, so I might as well enjoy it....
My friend comes in and tells me that we have to leave immediately if we're going to get to the restaurant in time. Said restaurant is a little European bistro-type place in a mews with similar charming shops around it. Why do we need to get there so fast? Because an accordion player, billed as "Happiness On Two Feet", will be playing there this evening. We arrive at the bistro only to find that it's closed that day, and for some reason I can't go back to the dead person's apartment to get the schwag I picked out.
Sucks to be me, eh? Not with dreams like that! The only other recurring dream I can remember is when I was a teenager, I had several dreams about a tumbleweed with large blue eyes and long, bushy eyelashes that followed me around. Whenever I would try to send it away, the tumbleweed would cry huge salty tears and I'd feel sorry for it, so I'd let it stick around.
Anybody want to venture a guess about all this weirdness?
