I dreamt I decided to add a new stream of revenue– a meditation room in my house where people can come and meditate while I intone affirmations over a loudspeaker. Mike Dooley showed up and pulled me in to dance with him — ballroom style. We expertly navigated the room, somehow missing all the people meditating on the floor.
Christmas is closing in — so is the end of the year. I feel positively spent. I took time off yesterday and I am going to do the same today. It’s time to pause and breathe.
I dreamt I went on Shark Tank to find funding for my business. I gave a compelling sales spiel and felt my chances were high. Instead of poking holes in my business plan, Robert Herjavec stood up and walked over to me. He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. Into my ear he whispered, “You want equity, baby?” Next thing I know, he’s sucking on my earlobe. Somehow I wasn’t upset by this display of affection nor did I seem to care that it was being broadcast to millions of homes. The only thing I felt was joy that I had found my soul mate in Robert Herjavec and I knew we would be together forever.
I awoke disappointed that it was just a dream.
Last night, I moved the furniture in my bedroom around… probably for the same reason I got my hair chopped off the other day. Ways to move on.
Today I saw Ernie. You see, on Friday my mom told me my left headlamp was out and I was a Padiddle. That’s never a good thing so I went to the shop to have it replaced by the guy who hooked me up with the Big E. And of course the Big E was there… since that’s where he works. He came over and said hi and apologized for being quiet. I smiled and nodded and repeated, “It’s okay, really, it’s all good.”
And that was that. Slightly uncomfortable but not a big deal. It’s all good.
Lisa said to me this afternoon, “I think this is going to be the best summer ever!” I agreed. We’ll get out and do things and have a great time. Perhaps we will even intersect with Robert Herjavec and my dreams can come true.
Last night I had a dream I found myself pregnant. Wondering who the father might be never occurred to me. All I knew was that my stomach was swollen and a baby would soon emerge. Time passed without a baby and I began to worry something was wrong. I went to the bathroom to do #2 and found the baby had plopped out at the moment I flushed! Quickly I reached into the toilet, trying to save her. She went down the hole, my hand went after her. I reached her and pushed her against wall of the pipe and I felt the water and crap flush by. Pulling her out, she looked dead and retarded. I cradled her in my arms and she began to come alive, spitting out poopie toilet water. Even though she was alive, she felt plastic… like the old baby dolls I played with as a toddler. My mom appeared and I told her that my baby was damaged. Mom wasn’t overly concerned. She said that a lot of babies are lost to toilets.
So hmmmmmmmm, I dream about my baby getting flushed down the toilet. I wonder what in the world it could mean 😉
Night after night I dream that I find myself in a crowd or at an important meeting… totally naked. The people in attendance don’t seem overly shocked or concerned. I never seem to remember why I opted to go naked and I try to appear nonchalant about my lack of clothing but inside I am squirming!
Becoming mortified at the realization that you are naked in public, reflects your vulnerability or feelings of shamefulness. You may be hiding something and are afraid that others can see right through you. Metaphorically, clothes are a means of concealment. Depending on the type of clothes you wear, you can hide your identity or be someone else. But without them, everything is hanging out for all to see. You are exposed and left without any defenses. Thus your naked dream may be telling you that you are trying to be something that you really are not. Or you are fearful of being ridiculed and disgraced. Such anxieties are elevated especially in situations where you are trying to impress others. Perhaps you are in a new work environment or in a new relationship. You may be expressing fears or apprehension in revealing your true feelings in such situations.
Nudity also symbolizes being caught off guard. Finding yourself naked at work or in a classroom, suggests that you are unprepared for a project at work or school. You may be unprepared in making a well informed decision. With all eyes on you, you fear that some flaw will be brought to public attention. You fear that people will see through your true self and you will be exposed as a fraud or a phony.
Often times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. If this happens in your dream, then it implies that your fears are unfounded; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue of nothing. via dreammoods
I had a terrific dream the night before. I dreamt I was with my dad, floating in space. I sat on a pillow and I had a bunch of strange items balanced precariously on my lap; my dad floated next to me unencumbered. We laughed and talked and it felt so right. My alarm went off, ripping me away from him.
Almost every night I dream of my father. The dreams are very real and comforting. I wonder if they are inhibiting me from truly healing since I feel like I see him every night? It’s strange.
Here’s something odd… I changed the direction of my bed the other day and ever since I have been having extremely vivid, extremely weird dreams. Do you think there is a feng shui connection at play here?
Last night I dreamt I was performing a duet with Weird Al Yankovic at a Karaoke bar. We were tethered together with microphone cord and instead of staying put on stage he kept running around the bar and dragging me along behind him. If you are interested, we sang the song, All I Ever Need Is You which he incorrectly identified as being a Donny and Marie song rather than Sonny and Cher.
Last night I had a dream I was in the middle of a desert. Yellow powdery sand stretched as far as the eye could see. Running straight through was a road made of clay. I was on a motorcycle racing across this barren landscape. A man clung behind me instructing me to speed up and slow down. I could see the end of the road ahead of me and I started downshifting. I wasn’t fast enough and before I knew it I was tumbling across the hot sand. The sand somehow collapsed on top of me, burying me. I tried to kick my legs and move my arms but it was useless, the sand just kept pouring over me.
I dreamt I found an aquarium full of fish in my bedroom’s walk-in closet. Upon closer inspection, I realized I had purchased it years ago and promptly forgot all about it. I was surprised to see that most of the fish had survived despite my total neglect. Peering into the tank I noted that there were a few dead fish floating and one very large fish lay at the bottom of the tank, semi-eaten. Perhaps they survived as long as they had by nibbling at this large fish?
“I wonder if I should change the water?” I said aloud.
“Yes, that would be a very good idea,” replied the one fish.
I lifted the aquarium out of the closet and walked it to my kitchen. I spilled out the water and sorted through the fish, discarding the dead ones. I filled the tank with tap water only to observe the remaining fish convulsing terribly. It dawned on me that the reason they were able to survive as long as they had was that they were salt water fish! I immediately remembered that I owned a salt pump and I used it to turn the fresh, tap water into saltwater. The fish recovered quickly. The talking fish asked me to lift her out of the water and take her shopping since she never experienced dry land having spent her entire life living in my closet. I very gingerly cupped my hands around her and removed her from the aquarium. Together we went to the old I-95 Flea Market (that closed down probably around 20 years ago) and shopped for fish finders and earrings.
I had a dream last night that was almost identical to dreams I had as a child. When I was a kid, I often dreamt that I found a secret room in our house. My heart would surge as I would think how I could put it to good use. Last night I dreamt that I found a hidden fuse box in the bathroom in the loft. I called Lisa to ask if she had known about it and she said, “Not only is there that fuse box but there’s also another room through the closet…” And sure enough, there was a whole new room connected through the closet. “This is perfect! This can be my new office!”
Discovering hidden rooms means that your subconscious is getting you ready for surprises in your life – new interests, goals, potential ventures, and/or unexpected possibilities, and whole unexplored parts of yourself that you never knew existed.
Last night Pookie and I went to my parents’ for dinner. My mom made authentic Haluski and not the fake crap I make. Hers was so good!
On Friday my dad celebrated his 73rd birthday and he and my mom celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary. Same day. After his birthday dinner, Lisa got up and gave him a big hug and said, “Happy Birthday, Daddy!” Lisa then scrunched up her nose and said, “Ugh, suddenly you smell like an old person!”
“What does an old person smell like?” Dad asked.
“Like BENGAY, probably.” I said.
“No, Not BENGAY….. DECAY,” replied Lisa.
Dad laughed. We all did.
I feel like I made some huge strides this week. My book is almost edited. I went through the heap of clothes in my room. I did 3 loads of wash. The kitchen sink is practically clear. I could have done more I am sure but I am just going to thankful that I got some stuff completed.
Dreamt it was evening and I was driving in my car. Looking into the night sky I saw something strange. It looked like someone had connected the stars in crazy patterns and doodles. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I drove to get as close a look as I could only to find that neighborhood kids had faked the effect by stringing helium-filled balloons together. I was then in my parents’ home. My mother invited me up to the attic outside Lisa’s old room and I was shocked at its emptiness! There was more to it. Something about riding a school bus and being back in school. I can’t remember.