Last night, I had an interesting dream.
In the dream, I was a teenager and I lived in an area that was full of green, lush landscape and had lots of tree-lined paths to walk along. Robert was a teenager too and my best friend.
He didn’t come to school one day, and I had the worrying feeling that he was sick, so the next day, instead of going to school, I got my horse out for a ride and decided to ride out to his house to visit him. My horse was a very contrary one though, and he would sometimes stop for no reason or would randomly turn and trot in the opposite direction than the one I wanted to go in. After a while of getting nowhere with my mischievous horse, I climbed back off of him and decided to walk while leading him instead. He was a very affectionate horse though, and I wasn’t angry with him. I knew it was just his way of playing.
Because my horse had taken me in the wrong direction, I had to pass by my school in order to get to Robert’s. As I passed the school, other students were outside socializing before the bell rang. Someone had started throwing candy bars and sweets all over from above as a way of celebrating their birthday. Teens were scrambling all over to collect as many of the chocolates and candies as they could. I saw a handful of lollipops and decided to collect them because I was in the mood for something sweet but I didn’t want anything as fattening and bad for me as chocolate.
As I walked past the school, another girl who knew me came up to me and started walking in step with me. She chattered away about many topics, and I wasn’t really paying attention. I was still worried about Robert. A young boy who was physically handicapped walked over to me. He had trouble controlling his muscles and walked with a funny gait. His head leaned over to the right, and he wasn’t able to speak clearly. He indicated that he would like a lollipop.
The girl beside me told him to go away. But I gave him a lollipop. He smiled and I walked on. A girl, afflicted with what appeared to be the same thing as the boy came up to us. She also indicated that she would like a lollipop. Again, the girl beside me told her to go away. But I gave her a lollipop. She smiled her thanks, and I walked on.
The girl beside me said, “If you keep giving them away, you won’t have anything left for yourself.” I thought about her words for a brief moment, but realized that the idea didn’t bother me.
My horse nickered at me and nudged gently at my back with his nose, and I knew he was telling me that he was ready to go for a ride again. When he asked me like that, I knew he would behave himself, so I said “Goodbye” to the girl and climbed back onto my horse and continued on to Robert’s.
The path was a wide dirt path that was lined with trees and shrubbery. The birds were chirping in a chorus of different bird voices. The sunlight was just barely breaking through the tree leaves, leaving dappled sunlight scattered randomly around the path. I had the feeling that Robert would be okay. It was very peaceful riding along the path to his house. Then I woke up.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
A Dreaming Problem With My Body Image
I can’t remember much about my dream last night, but it had a lot to do with my weight loss efforts and my unhappiness with the current state of how slowly I am losing weight and how my body is reshaping.
In the dream, even though I am only 2 ½ pounds away from a healthy BMI for my height, and even though I only have 4 ½ pounds left to lose until I reach my goal weight, I felt HUGE. I felt as though parts of my body were still as enormous as they had been at the beginning of my weight loss efforts.
My husband has recently commented to me on how tiny my bottom is getting, but, in the dream, I looked over my shoulder into a mirror so I could see myself from behind, and my butt was humongous!
I really only remember the general feel of the dream and that last part where I looked into the mirror and saw how big I was from behind and felt my heart sink.
I was relieved to wake up from this particular dream.
In the dream, even though I am only 2 ½ pounds away from a healthy BMI for my height, and even though I only have 4 ½ pounds left to lose until I reach my goal weight, I felt HUGE. I felt as though parts of my body were still as enormous as they had been at the beginning of my weight loss efforts.
My husband has recently commented to me on how tiny my bottom is getting, but, in the dream, I looked over my shoulder into a mirror so I could see myself from behind, and my butt was humongous!
I really only remember the general feel of the dream and that last part where I looked into the mirror and saw how big I was from behind and felt my heart sink.
I was relieved to wake up from this particular dream.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Driving Challenges
Most of last night’s dreams are just vague and shadowy things flitting around in my mind, just out of grasp. But I do remember the end of the last dream I had just before waking.
It started out focusing on food. I was having trouble resisting some of the temptations around me. For some reason, my house was full of chocolate and caramel desserts. I did resist them after spending some time looking at the Slimming World syn values on each one. But there was a pack of chocolate caramel cookies that were particularly tempting to me. Still, I resisted.
Then we had to drive somewhere. Robert was driving. I was in the passenger seat, and all of our kids were in the back of the car. It was raining. After driving some country roads, surrounded by green countryside, we eventually came to a part of the road that was partly flooded. It didn’t appear deep, and there were cars in front of us, so we could see how deep the water was against their cars. The reason for the flooding was that the amount of rain had made the lake beside the road overflow its banks.
We drove with the car tilting towards the right, towards the water, because bringing the car up to the side of the road on our left which was slightly elevated kept at least two of our wheels on semi-dry land. I wasn’t worried about the car flipping over though. At one point, it appeared that the water was getting deeper, possibly too deep for us, but then the raised land on our left levelled off, still slightly higher than the road we were on, so Robert got the car up onto it and we passed the other cars by.
It was a good thing we were going at a good speed by then because once we got past the flooded area, we were faced with an extremely steep hill climb. It was so steep that it was just shy of being vertical. We were doing pretty well on the climb, but then the car directly in front of us lost its traction and started to roll backwards. Robert said, “Oh no.” There was no way to avoid the backwards-rolling car, and it banged into the front end of our car.
Because the action of it hitting us stopped us, it seemed impossible to get the car going again at a pace that would get us the rest of the way up the incline. That’s when our car and all the cars around us turned into babies. Our car-baby looked just like Cameron, our youngest who is 14 ½ months old. All of the car-babies didn’t seem to have any trouble crawling up the short distance left to the top, some of them getting help by the cars’ passengers who walked up behind them.
Once at the top, the car-babies turned back into cars and everyone got back in to continue on the journey. That’s when I woke up.
Being in a car, whether driving or as a passenger, is a recurring theme in many of my dreams. And facing perils like floods and steep inclines is also something that happens frequently in those dreams. Usually I also have to face narrow, crumbling roads that are at very high elevations as well. I believe this is the first time my car turned into a baby and then back again though!
It started out focusing on food. I was having trouble resisting some of the temptations around me. For some reason, my house was full of chocolate and caramel desserts. I did resist them after spending some time looking at the Slimming World syn values on each one. But there was a pack of chocolate caramel cookies that were particularly tempting to me. Still, I resisted.
Then we had to drive somewhere. Robert was driving. I was in the passenger seat, and all of our kids were in the back of the car. It was raining. After driving some country roads, surrounded by green countryside, we eventually came to a part of the road that was partly flooded. It didn’t appear deep, and there were cars in front of us, so we could see how deep the water was against their cars. The reason for the flooding was that the amount of rain had made the lake beside the road overflow its banks.
We drove with the car tilting towards the right, towards the water, because bringing the car up to the side of the road on our left which was slightly elevated kept at least two of our wheels on semi-dry land. I wasn’t worried about the car flipping over though. At one point, it appeared that the water was getting deeper, possibly too deep for us, but then the raised land on our left levelled off, still slightly higher than the road we were on, so Robert got the car up onto it and we passed the other cars by.
It was a good thing we were going at a good speed by then because once we got past the flooded area, we were faced with an extremely steep hill climb. It was so steep that it was just shy of being vertical. We were doing pretty well on the climb, but then the car directly in front of us lost its traction and started to roll backwards. Robert said, “Oh no.” There was no way to avoid the backwards-rolling car, and it banged into the front end of our car.
Because the action of it hitting us stopped us, it seemed impossible to get the car going again at a pace that would get us the rest of the way up the incline. That’s when our car and all the cars around us turned into babies. Our car-baby looked just like Cameron, our youngest who is 14 ½ months old. All of the car-babies didn’t seem to have any trouble crawling up the short distance left to the top, some of them getting help by the cars’ passengers who walked up behind them.
Once at the top, the car-babies turned back into cars and everyone got back in to continue on the journey. That’s when I woke up.
Being in a car, whether driving or as a passenger, is a recurring theme in many of my dreams. And facing perils like floods and steep inclines is also something that happens frequently in those dreams. Usually I also have to face narrow, crumbling roads that are at very high elevations as well. I believe this is the first time my car turned into a baby and then back again though!
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Caterpillars & Dandelions
Last night, I had a very complicated dream, at least, I feel like I did, but I only remember bits from the end of it, just before I woke. In one bit, I was gathering dandelions while they were still yellow flowers. I was gathering them to cook. I was going to boil them and add them to other vegetables as part of dinner.
I remember reading once that people used to cook dandelions and eat them, so this dream is probably just a result of that memory. This part of a dream was at the end of a much more involved dream, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember the rest of the dream.
In another part of the dream, I found a caterpillar. It was fuzzy and black with little red spots. I put in a shoebox full of leaves and brought it inside to show to the kids. I knew they’d be fascinated by it and want to gently stroke its fuzziness with a finger. I planned on letting it go after the kids had seen it. I think this bit was at the end of the dandelion part of my dream, as if I found the caterpillar while gathering dandelions.
But that is all I can remember of the dream.
I remember reading once that people used to cook dandelions and eat them, so this dream is probably just a result of that memory. This part of a dream was at the end of a much more involved dream, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember the rest of the dream.
In another part of the dream, I found a caterpillar. It was fuzzy and black with little red spots. I put in a shoebox full of leaves and brought it inside to show to the kids. I knew they’d be fascinated by it and want to gently stroke its fuzziness with a finger. I planned on letting it go after the kids had seen it. I think this bit was at the end of the dandelion part of my dream, as if I found the caterpillar while gathering dandelions.
But that is all I can remember of the dream.
Friday, 5 February 2010
Sick Kitty
I woke up early this morning due to my cat throwing up on the floor beside my bed. I quickly picked him up and put him in the bathtub in the bathroom and grabbed what I would need to go and clean up the vomit from the floor. When I went back to the bathroom, he was gone, and I was too tired to look for him even though I knew I should put him outside.
When I went back to bed, my anxiety over what would happen with him still in the house seeped into my dream as I fell back asleep.
I dreamed that I got up in the morning and went downstairs. As I got downstairs, I found that my cat had been sick again in the downstairs hall. I cleaned up the sick and worried that he had been sick elsewhere, but I woke up from the dream before my dream-self went looking for the cat.
Awake now, I really did go downstairs. My younger children were up and demanding breakfast so I started the morning routine of packing their lunches for school and making them breakfast. Then I heard my 7 year old yelling, “Yucky! Mommy! There’s something really gross in the back room!”
I went into the dining room and saw that the cat had apparently had diarrhea on the carpet in there. So my anxious dream of earlier wasn’t too far off the mark.
When I went back to bed, my anxiety over what would happen with him still in the house seeped into my dream as I fell back asleep.
I dreamed that I got up in the morning and went downstairs. As I got downstairs, I found that my cat had been sick again in the downstairs hall. I cleaned up the sick and worried that he had been sick elsewhere, but I woke up from the dream before my dream-self went looking for the cat.
Awake now, I really did go downstairs. My younger children were up and demanding breakfast so I started the morning routine of packing their lunches for school and making them breakfast. Then I heard my 7 year old yelling, “Yucky! Mommy! There’s something really gross in the back room!”
I went into the dining room and saw that the cat had apparently had diarrhea on the carpet in there. So my anxious dream of earlier wasn’t too far off the mark.
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Remembering & Forgetting
I haven't been remembering my dreams lately. I know that I have been dreaming, because I wake up with the dream just on the edge of my memory, something I know is there but I can't quite bring back fully into my mind.
I really want to keep writing my dreams down here, but I can't do that if I don't remember what my dreams are about. I know the reason I don't remember them; lately, I have not been able to wake up in my own time. Other things have woken me and needed my immediate attention, and with my mind turning instantly to other things, whatever I had just been dreaming is soon lost.
Either my husband wakes me to tell me to go and wake up our teenage daughters for school (the price of being the one on the side of the bed nearest to the door), or my three year old wakes in the middle of the night and needs my attention. Sometimes it's the baby waking in the middle of the night or early in the morning because he needs a diaper change or he's hungry. Other times, it is my four year old daughter waking because she's had a bad dream. Even our cat and dog take their turns to wake me up, the dog because he's found something to bark at in the middle of the night and won't quiet himself until I've gone downstairs and spoken to him and the cat because he's decided he wants attention in the middle of the night so decides to walk all over my face, purring as loudly as he can.
Whatever the reasons, I am not sure what it is going to take for me to start remembering my dreams again. Maybe I should try taking a nap. I could sure use one, with or without dreaming!
I really want to keep writing my dreams down here, but I can't do that if I don't remember what my dreams are about. I know the reason I don't remember them; lately, I have not been able to wake up in my own time. Other things have woken me and needed my immediate attention, and with my mind turning instantly to other things, whatever I had just been dreaming is soon lost.
Either my husband wakes me to tell me to go and wake up our teenage daughters for school (the price of being the one on the side of the bed nearest to the door), or my three year old wakes in the middle of the night and needs my attention. Sometimes it's the baby waking in the middle of the night or early in the morning because he needs a diaper change or he's hungry. Other times, it is my four year old daughter waking because she's had a bad dream. Even our cat and dog take their turns to wake me up, the dog because he's found something to bark at in the middle of the night and won't quiet himself until I've gone downstairs and spoken to him and the cat because he's decided he wants attention in the middle of the night so decides to walk all over my face, purring as loudly as he can.
Whatever the reasons, I am not sure what it is going to take for me to start remembering my dreams again. Maybe I should try taking a nap. I could sure use one, with or without dreaming!
Sunday, 24 January 2010
I Scare The Darkness
My dream last night was a boring one, probably a result of my focusing so much on trying to reach my weight loss goal this week. I dreamed simply that I couldn't find the very light-weight dress that I usually wear for my weigh-ins and so had to wear something heavier that would add half a pound to my weight on the scale.
See? I told you it was boring!
However, my husband told me about a dream that he had last night, and it made me laugh so I had to share it here.
He dreamed that I was downstairs and he was in bed. (At the time, this was actually true.) At the same time, the darkness around him felt alive, like an evil, lurking presence that wanted to do harm. In order to protect the rest of us, his beloved family, he let the darkness enter himself in the hopes that he could control it and keep it from hurting me or the kids.
In the dream, he stood up to go use the bathroom, all the while trying to keep control of the dark presence inside of him. As he and the Darkness within him approached the top of the stairs on the way towards the bathroom, he heard me coming up the stairs.
When the Darkness inside him became aware that I was coming, it screamed like a girl inside him, took complete control of him and made him run like a timid child back to the bed and then left him and the room completely.
So, he explained, the dream meant that I'm so scary even evil incarnate runs away!
We both had a good laugh about that dream!
See? I told you it was boring!
However, my husband told me about a dream that he had last night, and it made me laugh so I had to share it here.
He dreamed that I was downstairs and he was in bed. (At the time, this was actually true.) At the same time, the darkness around him felt alive, like an evil, lurking presence that wanted to do harm. In order to protect the rest of us, his beloved family, he let the darkness enter himself in the hopes that he could control it and keep it from hurting me or the kids.
In the dream, he stood up to go use the bathroom, all the while trying to keep control of the dark presence inside of him. As he and the Darkness within him approached the top of the stairs on the way towards the bathroom, he heard me coming up the stairs.
When the Darkness inside him became aware that I was coming, it screamed like a girl inside him, took complete control of him and made him run like a timid child back to the bed and then left him and the room completely.
So, he explained, the dream meant that I'm so scary even evil incarnate runs away!
We both had a good laugh about that dream!
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Decadent Food
I had the silliest dream last night.
Before bed, Robert and I had been talking about our plan to eat really healthy this week. So of course, I dreamed that we were at a hotel and it was the next day, and there were master chefs there who kept giving us really decadent food. I knew we had completely sabotaged our diets, but the food was so good. I can even remember sampling a chocolate dessert and actually TASTING it in my dream. I was thinking how delicious it was and that I was going to eat it slowly and really savor it.
I woke up relieved that I hadn't really eaten all that food, but feeling as if I'd enjoyed it nonetheless.
Before bed, Robert and I had been talking about our plan to eat really healthy this week. So of course, I dreamed that we were at a hotel and it was the next day, and there were master chefs there who kept giving us really decadent food. I knew we had completely sabotaged our diets, but the food was so good. I can even remember sampling a chocolate dessert and actually TASTING it in my dream. I was thinking how delicious it was and that I was going to eat it slowly and really savor it.
I woke up relieved that I hadn't really eaten all that food, but feeling as if I'd enjoyed it nonetheless.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Shark Attacks
I had a horrible nightmare last night.
Robert, Gabby, Bella, Connor, Cameron and I were all at the beach. The beach was a bit crowded that day. The kids were wading in the water, just barely getting their feet wet, and I was sitting further up the beach watching them with Cameron beside me in his stroller. Robert decided to swim out a ways in the ocean.
Cameron fussed a bit and I turned to tend to him, but when I looked back up, I noticed Gabby, who can’t swim yet, getting deeper into the water trying to follow Robert. I was immediately worried and got up to go and stop her. It was then I noticed a very large, shark fin about ten yards away from where she was but parallel to her. The shark came up almost all the way on the beach, and the people on that side of the beach started panicking and running from the water.
I started towards Gabby again and it was then that I noticed shark fins in lots of places out in the water, and most of them were coming in quite far to the beach. There was one really close to Gabby. I hurried out and waded into the water, pulling her up. I told her there were sharks in the water and she had to come back onto the beach. All of the way back out of the water, my eyes scanned the beach for Connor because I had thought he was with Gabby.
Back on the beach, I started screaming, “Connor!” and looking everywhere. Gabby went over to where Cameron was and stayed with him. My eyes scanned the beach frantically and I felt the fear swell up inside me. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t seen Isabella anywhere either. Then I woke up from the dream.
I felt so much relief that it had just been a dream, and yet I could still feel the worry and fear in me. I fell back asleep.
And went straight back into the dream.
I noticed a shark thrashing about (as though it had a hold of something) and it was not in very deep water. As I looked, I noticed that it had a young man (a teen, maybe?). I ran to help, wading into waist-high water and a couple of other men on the beach came to help too. It was actually two men caught by the shark, but the shark didn’t have a hold of either of them, they were tangled up with some sort of surfboard with a rope attached, and the shark had bit down on the rope. We pulled them up onto the beach and the shark was pulled up too. We cut them loose from the ropes and the shark remained stranded on the beach, thrashing about.
I immediately turned to looking for Connor and Bella again. The beach was really crowded with panicked onlookers, so I tried to tell myself that they were both fine and I would find them; I was just overlooking them because there were so many people there.
Robert, hearing me screaming for Connor and Bella, started to swim back to shore. For some reason, I was not worried about him; I knew the sharks would leave him alone. The fear that something might have happened to Connor and Isabella was still swelling up in me.
I could feel myself starting to wake up, but I didn’t want to wake up from the dream with the two of them still missing. It felt too awful.
Then I guided the dream a bit and found the two of them playing in the sand higher up on the beach (behind the crowds of onlookers). They were building sand castles (but not very well.)
Robert, Gabby, Bella, Connor, Cameron and I were all at the beach. The beach was a bit crowded that day. The kids were wading in the water, just barely getting their feet wet, and I was sitting further up the beach watching them with Cameron beside me in his stroller. Robert decided to swim out a ways in the ocean.
Cameron fussed a bit and I turned to tend to him, but when I looked back up, I noticed Gabby, who can’t swim yet, getting deeper into the water trying to follow Robert. I was immediately worried and got up to go and stop her. It was then I noticed a very large, shark fin about ten yards away from where she was but parallel to her. The shark came up almost all the way on the beach, and the people on that side of the beach started panicking and running from the water.
I started towards Gabby again and it was then that I noticed shark fins in lots of places out in the water, and most of them were coming in quite far to the beach. There was one really close to Gabby. I hurried out and waded into the water, pulling her up. I told her there were sharks in the water and she had to come back onto the beach. All of the way back out of the water, my eyes scanned the beach for Connor because I had thought he was with Gabby.
Back on the beach, I started screaming, “Connor!” and looking everywhere. Gabby went over to where Cameron was and stayed with him. My eyes scanned the beach frantically and I felt the fear swell up inside me. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t seen Isabella anywhere either. Then I woke up from the dream.
I felt so much relief that it had just been a dream, and yet I could still feel the worry and fear in me. I fell back asleep.
And went straight back into the dream.
I noticed a shark thrashing about (as though it had a hold of something) and it was not in very deep water. As I looked, I noticed that it had a young man (a teen, maybe?). I ran to help, wading into waist-high water and a couple of other men on the beach came to help too. It was actually two men caught by the shark, but the shark didn’t have a hold of either of them, they were tangled up with some sort of surfboard with a rope attached, and the shark had bit down on the rope. We pulled them up onto the beach and the shark was pulled up too. We cut them loose from the ropes and the shark remained stranded on the beach, thrashing about.
I immediately turned to looking for Connor and Bella again. The beach was really crowded with panicked onlookers, so I tried to tell myself that they were both fine and I would find them; I was just overlooking them because there were so many people there.
Robert, hearing me screaming for Connor and Bella, started to swim back to shore. For some reason, I was not worried about him; I knew the sharks would leave him alone. The fear that something might have happened to Connor and Isabella was still swelling up in me.
I could feel myself starting to wake up, but I didn’t want to wake up from the dream with the two of them still missing. It felt too awful.
Then I guided the dream a bit and found the two of them playing in the sand higher up on the beach (behind the crowds of onlookers). They were building sand castles (but not very well.)
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Visit From Caspian
The night after my tabby cat Caspian passed, I dreamed his spirit came home to me. After curling around my legs and rubbing up against me, he transformed into a little boy. The whole family could see him, but no one else could. He told us how much he loved us and that he had wanted to stay with us. He said he'd always be near.
It was a wierd dream because of his transformation into a child.
Last night I dreamed he came home to us, but this time he was a tortoise-shell coloured cat. We all just knew it was him, even though he didn't look like the Caspian we remembered.
I know I'm having these dreams because I miss him.
It was a wierd dream because of his transformation into a child.
Last night I dreamed he came home to us, but this time he was a tortoise-shell coloured cat. We all just knew it was him, even though he didn't look like the Caspian we remembered.
I know I'm having these dreams because I miss him.
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