I drove my son down to Six Flags Great Adventure
Amusement Park -- something I can assure you I WOULDN'T
do in my waking life -- because his friends went down
without him. Anyway, I am in the park walking around, going
into buildings and just perusing. One security guard stops
me and tells me I can't go into one of them.
I go into another building. It looks like office space -- where
people are working. I think I shouldn't be here as well, but
no one stops me. Workers see me and smile, but no one
stops me.
I decide it's time to go home. I get into an elevator. When
the door opens, someone says, "Hello." I look over and see
a group of people in a conference room setting and it
seems as if they are watching a presentation on the wall
behind me. The doors of the elevator open and I leave.
I am in my car getting ready to leave when I get to what I
believe is the exit -- all of the cars are going the opposite
way -- so I go back where I came from.
My best friend (who was not there before) then decides
she has to go to the bathroom, so I park the car. And start
wandering around again while she finds the bathroom.
I go into another building, After a while, I decide it's time to
leave again and I am in a long hallway trying to figure out
where my car is in relation to where I am. I am very happy
to find the car is exactly where I expected it to be. My son
comes walking over with a couple of his friends. As we are
waiting for my friend Kathy, I see them looking for someone
-- their friend Holly (I think). I ask them if they need a ride
home, they say no.
I tell them that the only reason I came here was because my
son needed a ride and I had to pay $16.90 to come in and
just walk around.
We go to the exit again and this time traffic is going in both
directions and we are able to leave.
I haven't given much thought yet to interpreting it. Any
thoughts or ideas you have would be appreciated.
Schumann's: Traumerei
(Dreaming) performed and
© John Bell Young. It is used
with permission.
be an expert on dreams. I
have no degree in Psychology
or any other science. I
profess to be a dreamer -- in
every sense of the word,
because I dream and I have
learned to interpret my own
dreams. I make no promises
that I can interpret your
dreams. I merely hope to help
you learn to interpret your
own dreams. You are
welcome to learn from my
experiences.
I went to visit my boss on the golf course with my baby. He
was surprised to see me and advised that it was probably
better if we went home. I told him that I was disappointed
because I had worn the tee shirt that I designed that I wanted
everybody to see. It was a white tee shirt that looked like I
just dripped white wax all over it -- not attractive at all.
That's all I remember. Not sure what it means. Dreaming of
my boss usually tells me that I am referring to the "boss" part
of me -- the part that is in control of the rest of me. The baby
is a part of me that is still immature. Could the golf course be
referring to the "course" my life is on at the moment? "The
boss" wanted me to go home because I wasn't ready to be
there yet? And the tee shirt I designed is the path that I
designed -- most unattractive that it was. Maybe I need to
re-design my life's course and grow up a little more?
I finally remembered a dream this morning. It was very
strange though, but not in the sense that dreams are usually
strange. This dream was strange because I didn't personally
identify with any of the characters. It almost felt like I was
watching a movie.
It takes place someplace in history (maybe the Old West of
the 1800's?). There is a man that seems to be a shady
character with good intentions. He is married to a woman
who seems to accept this character flaw because she knows
he has good intentions.
They come into town and go into a hotel. The room is very
small. They don't seem to have any luggage. The woman is
going everywhere around town in her nightdress wearing a
coat to cover it up. The man seems to be fully dressed at all
times.
The husband starts bragging about how he is a writer (he
squeezes the wife's hand as he says this and this is the only
time that I can identify myself with him). They are putting on a
play in town and the husband agrees to write it.
After the play is over, one of the townspeople recognizes the
play and knows that the husband didn't write it. They start to
come after the husband and wife. They are aware that
they've been "found" and are trying to sneak out of town. I
wake up.
I find it difficult to interpret this because I don't identify with
any of the characters. I can only assume that means that all
of the characters are repressed parts of me or parts of me
that I won't accept. The man with a shady character
pretending to be a writer (with good intentions) is probably
my deep seated insecurity about whether I am REALLY a
writer or not. And the "good little wife" that goes along with
anything her husband says? BEEN there, DONE that! SHE
doesn't exist any more. That's interesting because it takes
place in history? It's over and done with -- in the OLD West --
is it pointing to the OLD me?
If that's the case then the woman wearing a coat -- covering
up her nightdress (the "real her") is definitely how I would
describe the "old" me. And for that matter "There is a man
that seems to be a shady character with good intentions. He
is married to a woman who seems to accept this character
flaw because she knows he has good intentions," describes
me and my ex-husband to a "T".
The hotel would symbolize a temporary dwelling place -- that
former life was just a temporary stop along the road of my life.
When one of the townspeople recognizes the play was not
his, the dream is telling me that I recognized that I was not
being honest with myself. We are then sneaking out of town
-- I divorced my husband.
Hmmm, maybe I identified with the characters more than I
thought???
I am still not remembering my dreams, though this morning I
did have a few vague impressions which immediately faded.
Also wanted to note that another of my subconscious'
defense mechanisms is insomnia -- usually several nights in
row. The way I see it, if one of the functions of dreams is to
uncover repressed memories this is in direct opposition to
the function of repressed memories. Once a memory is
repressed it is the subconscious' duty to protect it at all
costs. Dreaming is a threat, so I don't sleep. If I don't sleep, I
can't dream, and the repressed memory is safe. I didn't
sleep for several nights this week. Again, this is not at all
unusual for me, I often have periods of insomnia -- nothing
helps. I've tried meditation, warm milk, music. At some point
exhaustion wins and I sleep -- and I don't recall any dreams.
I have not made an entry in a month because I am not
remembering any dreams. I go through long periods where I
simply can not remember any of my dreams. It is very
disconcerting to me because I wake up in a fog and feel as
though I didn't sleep, even though I don't remember lying
awake all night either.
I believe (I've never read anything about this in all of my
reading on the subject of dreams) that it is a defense
mechanism of the subconscious. I know that I have lost or
repressed memories that I have been trying in vain to
uncover. The evidence is in the dream entries of Feb/March
-- numerous references to not being able to gain access to
"files" and garbled or miscommunicated messages and
directions.
I have no doubt that I am dreaming, for it is a basic function
of the human mind and one can not NOT dream. So even
though one of the purposes of dreaming is to deal with
repressed memories, my subconscious is still afraid to allow
me to recall them, so I am not remembering them upon
waking.
Again, this is only my theory and I've never read anything to
substantiate it. It is possible that something else is going on
that I have no knowledge of. I am open to any and all
suggestions and comments regarding this, so if you have
one please email me -- bobbie@bobbieann.net.
I am in a building looking for someone. I know he's
expecting me. The building starts to fall down. People are
running everywhere trying to get out. I try to leave, but
these Chinese men take me and put me and my baby behind
a wall where I will be safe.
I want to get out because I know he is looking for me and he
can't find me behind these walls. I manage to get out into the
hallway and try to leave but they come again and put me and
my baby behind the walls again. All I can think of is that I
have to get out and find him, even if it's not safe. I know that
he is looking for me.
I have had a recurring dream in the past where I put myself
behind a wall to protect repressed memories. This dream
was different though, because I didn't put myself behind
these walls, these Chinese men did. And even while I call
them Chinese, I think of them as aliens -- with big black
slanted eyes. I do not recall anything before I was 5 1/2
years old and have been trying to access these memories
with no luck. Several recent dreams all point to the fact that I
don't have access to these memories, though I keep trying.
Is it possible? Or am I just crazy?
I am in church. My sister Geri is getting married -- in a
pantsuit. The guests (including me) are wandering around
eating cheese in the church.
Don't remember much else.
Is this dream telling me it's time to "feed my soul"? Don't
know what the significance of getting married in a pantsuit is.
Alan (my former boss) was telling me to say something to
somebody else when they called.
When that person called, I was not there to give them the
message. The person that took the call told me what was
said and I was trying to contact the person to deliver the
correct message.
Then my color printer started printing out a map. But the
paper jammed and it was printing on several pieces of paper
at one time. When I pulled the paper out, the map looked like
a jigsaw puzzle and was totally unreadable. The dream ended
with me very frustrated and saying, "This is useless."
Another dream taking place at work that has nothing to do
with work. I believe this dream is telling me that important
messages and directions from my subconscious (or other
sources) have been misunderstood and/or undelivered to
me.
I was in a store looking for clothes. I found a three piece
pantsuit similar to one I have -- very dressy. I go to the fitting
room to find they are all full and there is a waiting line of
women. I sit down to the right of the fitting room. Another
two women come to the fitting room. Someone comes out
and another woman goes in.
The woman that came after me says, "I'm next."
I stand up and say, "Excuse me, but I'm next."
We start arguing and the woman that came with this woman
says to her (about me), "She's right, she's next."
I stand in front of the door. It opens and my mother and my
sister Geri come out. I am glad to see them, because I didn't
know how I was going to try on this outfit and come out with
my clothes on because I just realized that I had taken my
clothes off at the rack and have been waiting at the fitting
room naked just holding the pantsuit up in front of me.
I asked my sister to bring me my clothes and went into the
dressing room.
I woke up.
I'm usually pretty good at making sense of at least parts of my
dreams. I haven't a clue about this one.
I was sitting on the stoop of an old apartment building that I
used to live in. An old friend, Randy, was next to me (I talked
to Randy for the first time in 3 years earlier today), and one or
two other people but I don't know who they were.
I see an airplane come swooping down out of the sky and fly
parallel to the street in front of us. We are all ooing and
ahing at this sight, as we watch in disbelief. The plane then
heads straignt upward, climbing high into the sky. I start
thinking -- is it going to make it? It climbs higher and higher.
Suddenly, I fear that it's not going to make it and it levels off
for a moment and then does a nose dive. I watch it gown
down behind the building across the street and I know it's
going to crash. Within a second or two, there's a horrific
explosion.
I start crying, "Oh no, not again."
I wake up quite disturbed.
This disturbing dream stayed with me all day. I kept
wondering what the plane symbolized that I was afraid of
crashing and burning -- a goal, a spiritual achievement, "me"
in general (going into another depression).
On an emotional level, I feel that I have been "flying high" for
sometime now. Life has been good to me lately and I'm afraid
that it's only a matter of time before I come crashing down to
earth again ("Oh no, not again!)
The question is -- is it just a fear -- or a warning?
I am in a room with two large bookcases (though I think of
them as files). They reached the ceiling and were about
eight feet wide. They faced each other with barely enough
room to stand between them, making it all but impossible to
access them.
Jon G (a VP of Finance where I work) comes in and says there
is a special committee with George R (CAO [2nd in charge] of
my company) and several other VP's to discuss the possibility
of moving the files for easier access.
He said that HE didn't think that I was ready to access these
files yet and he leaves.
Jon comes back in and says that George said it was OK for
me to move them any way that I wanted. I studied them and
measured them and determined that they would fit
perpendicular to one another against the walls. Jon said he
didn't think they would fit the way that I wanted them.
I had them moved, and they fit.
Jon comes back in and says, "OK, but I still don't think you're
ready."
I wake up.
This dream to me isn't really about work at all even though
several VP's were there or referenced. I believe the
bookcases (files) are referring to memories that I have lost
(no access to). I'm hoping that by recognizing this and
getting approval from higher ups to gain access, that I will
begin to recover these memories.
Action Plans -- Water, Water Everywhere; Trees for Two; The
Landlord Cleans Up; Cats!; Fire!; Shopping For a Bra
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