Tag: Dreams

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Last night, I dreamed that I hit someone’s old truck—but then I took a second look, and wasn’t so sure it happened. So my solution was to get the owner, show him his truck, and say, “Do you notice anything different about your bumper?” Remember this next time you run into someone’s vehicle in the […]

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NaNoWriMo Victory: I Published a Book!

 

There has been a lot of sadness and negativity in our world so far this year, but I want to share something good with you all: during the stay-at-home months of March and April, I was able to accomplish a goal that I have had for as long as I can remember. All gratitude and praise to Jesus, I have published my first book!

Even before I could read, myself, I was “writing” books. My mom would fold and staple paper into a “book” for me, and then I would draw the pictures and “read” my book aloud. Once I learned how to actually read and write, I didn’t slow down. In fact, my main issue has always been actually finishing something before I move onto another idea. Being a published author is what I have always wanted to do with my life, but I lacked discipline growing up, and then college and working distracted me from my goal.

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Trying to limit exposure to so much stressful news, we found a comedy to watch last night. The movie, “Little Miss Sunshine”, is about a a dysfunctional family who travel from Arizona to California in a broken down VW bus, to take their small daughter to a talent pageant. It’s one of those hideous pageants […]

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It’s been quite a while since I’ve written (or read) a post about dreams involving Ricochet members, so here we go again.  I don’t remember many of my dreams but I do remember one from last night. In the dream @susanquinn owned a modelling agency and was running a special on modelling suede. I don’t […]

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Silly Fears

 

All of us, regardless of how brave and rugged we may appear to others, have to deal with fears of all sorts throughout our lives. This post is about a fear I experienced. At its core, I think the fear I’ll be describing was about my being able to make it through what is a rite of passage in modern life: obtaining a Driver’s License and becoming a legal car driver.

At the time (late 1960s/early 1970s) and place (California) one could secure a Learner’s Permit at age 15-1/2 and a Driver’s License at age 16. The Learner’s Permit allowed you to drive a car only if you were accompanied by a responsible adult, while the Driver’s License allowed you to drive a car without any such restriction.

Trick or Treat: The Art Thief and the Wild Swordsman

 

Are your dreams tricks your sleeping brain plays on you? Or are they treats? Mine are usually treats. They are cinematic extravaganzas. In fact, I am not always in my dreams, and sometimes famous actors are, even if I have no idea who they are at the time and only recognize them later. Or, there was the time after James Gandolfini’s death where I saw him playing the romantic lead in a RomCom dream. Sure, my dreams don’t always make perfect sense, but they are far better than the dreams I hear other people tell about where they are late to a test for which they haven’t studied and they happen to realize they are naked. Those other people’s dreams are definitely tricks. If that is the sort of dream you have, it’s time to sit back and read about another type of dream.

My first realization in this dream found me standing in a 1920s style convertible. It was the type where the opened roof was opened all the way back to the end of the car since, in those days, the trunk was literally a piece of luggage that one tied to a luggage rack on the back of the vehicle. The convertible was bright yellow. It was a larger car with perhaps as many as three banks of seats. At the very least, it was what would have been called a seven-passenger touring car. It was also moving. My middle brother was driving.

Unrealized Dreams

 

I walk slowly, leaning forward, as I approach the cabin. It sits in a clearing, where there are just enough trees to frame it, and few enough to allow the sun to regularly touch its natural beauty. As I get to the front door, I pause, unlock it and push the door open.

As I step inside, the smell of wood greets me. I look around to admire its simplicity and intimacy. On the left is a settee adjacent to one comfortable chair, my favorite, where I curl up to read. Farther back in the room is a doorway that leads to my small bedroom with enough room for a bed, a side table piled with books and a shelf with trinkets from my travels. I glance against the back wall, and there is a basic bathroom, and then to the right, a kitchen with a miniature refrigerator. A wood-burning stove rests on a platform near the south wall, with a stack of wood ready to be consumed. Colorful curtains of an olden style grace the windows; they are usually open, but closed at night to keep out the cold winter nights. And a large woven rug rests in the center of the room.

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I rarely have dreams that can be recounted as coherent narratives, and almost never have nightmares. They tend to be silly or wholly illogical; but a few nights ago I had a starkly realistic dream that shook me. In real life, I have a delightful daughter who is entering high school in the fall. She […]

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Saturday Morning Dreams

 

DaliDo you dream about politics? I often do.

I recently had a complex dream full of remarkably creative eructations from my unconscious mind. Donald Trump, believe it or not, made a cameo, and threatened to fire me. (No, I am not kidding.) I was supposed to be selling a kind of vending machine that dispensed candy bars with labels claiming they were uniquely nutritious. I looked at the ingredients and saw that they were made of nothing more than sugar, so I didn’t think I could honestly sell these machines. Trump thundered that I knew nothing about selling anything; I was a failure and should do as I was told.

Shortly after that, I heard a fight break out down the hall in Trump Tower, which in the strange way of dreams had become my old college dormitory. I was, I realized, the dormitory warden. I was told by the students rushing down the hall not to try to break up the fight: Just look away, they said, you don’t want to be mixed up in this one. Then, to my horror, an anguished young black man rushed down the hall and before I could stop him, jumped out the window.

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Commenting on a restless dreams post yesterday, Claire Berlinski described a recurring dream in which she is being required to take an exam she hasn’t prepared for. She wondered if there were ideas on what that meant.   One function of dreams, as my theory goes, is to help us work off emotions we accumulate during the day, […]

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It’s odd that when we’re asleep our brains are busy with bizarre, disjointed impressions that feel like narratives to us. I think dreaming makes our hours of slumber go by faster, keeping us engrossed in alternate realities that hold our daily demands at bay for a little while.  Yet some kinds of dreaming seem to make sleep more tiring, or […]

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Recurring Dreams and Dreams that Cease

 

shutterstock_108875351Over on DocJay’s post discussing magical thinking, the topic of dreams came up. Member K of MT described a dream that allowed her to prevent an car accident; she ended her comment with ” Hopefully this will be the end of that darn recurring dream.”

As a psychologist, I never used the information clinically and I don’t know the symbolism of what different dreams represent. I just assumed that they represented stress, misfiring, ways of processing a days event or emotions, but, to be honest, I just did not think about them that much.

But something happened a few years ago that is quirky and made me a little more intrigued by dreams.

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The soft scuffle of tennis shoes across long-abandoned railroad ties fills the silence between the gentle northern breezes. With each step, a light crunch of gravel can be heard, and even the occasional pebble striking the rusty iron rail rings its tone. A cold sun hangs in the sky, the promise of a spring not […]

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I had a dream last night, in three parts: I enter a tablet store (set up like an AT&T or Verizon store), accompanied by my father. He browses while the sales associate shows me around. Nothing is quite what I’m looking for, but after a tour of the special private showroom in the back, I […]

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