| My Dream Journal |
1/3/03
I don't know where I was but I got the feeling there was
someone with me, though I don't recall seeing anyone. I believe
I was naked, but quite comfortable. For some reason (I think the
other person suggested it) I started peeling off my skin. I
started on my abdomen and just began peeling it off -- up and
over and it came off in one piece -- it was elastic, almost like a
layer of latex. I peeled the skin off my torso and arms and back
and it felt good -- the new skin underneath was beautifully soft.
I started peeling it off going down, but it didn't feel as good.
When I looked at my legs, I thought that maybe I shouldn't have
done it. The skin underneath was kind of raw and oozy.
I saw this as a renewal -- removing the old to reveal the new
and submerged. I've been doing this for some time now, slowly
uncovering what used to be hidden. It's what dreamwork is
best used for.
When I peeled off the upper skin it felt good, but when I peeled
off the lower regions (those that are more deeply submerged)
instead of fresh new skin, it revealed a raw, oozing layer
suggesting perhaps that there is still yet another layer of pain
to be revealed.
I have suspected for some time that I am not through with the
healing process. In fact, I have not been remembering dreams
for a long time now -- I think this is a defense mechanism of my
subconscious -- to give myself time to heal before having to go
through it again. By having this vivid dream, it is saying that it is
time to go through the process again and to prepare myself for
what is to come.
I am prepared and am actually looking forward to facing the
pain, knowing that I will be better for it in the end.
I don't know where I was but I got the feeling there was
someone with me, though I don't recall seeing anyone. I believe
I was naked, but quite comfortable. For some reason (I think the
other person suggested it) I started peeling off my skin. I
started on my abdomen and just began peeling it off -- up and
over and it came off in one piece -- it was elastic, almost like a
layer of latex. I peeled the skin off my torso and arms and back
and it felt good -- the new skin underneath was beautifully soft.
I started peeling it off going down, but it didn't feel as good.
When I looked at my legs, I thought that maybe I shouldn't have
done it. The skin underneath was kind of raw and oozy.
I saw this as a renewal -- removing the old to reveal the new
and submerged. I've been doing this for some time now, slowly
uncovering what used to be hidden. It's what dreamwork is
best used for.
When I peeled off the upper skin it felt good, but when I peeled
off the lower regions (those that are more deeply submerged)
instead of fresh new skin, it revealed a raw, oozing layer
suggesting perhaps that there is still yet another layer of pain
to be revealed.
I have suspected for some time that I am not through with the
healing process. In fact, I have not been remembering dreams
for a long time now -- I think this is a defense mechanism of my
subconscious -- to give myself time to heal before having to go
through it again. By having this vivid dream, it is saying that it is
time to go through the process again and to prepare myself for
what is to come.
I am prepared and am actually looking forward to facing the
pain, knowing that I will be better for it in the end.
Disclaimer: I do not profess to
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.
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.
10/12/02 A Great Adventure
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.
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.
5/12/02 See my dream interpretation -- Shopping For a Bra
4/27/02 See my dream interpretation -- A Day at Work
4/26/02 On the Golf Course
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 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?
4/21/02 The Old West
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 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???
4/17/02 No dream, just more thoughts
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 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.
4/12/02 No dream, just thoughts
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.
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.
3/10/02 See my dream, "Fire!"
| 3/9/02 Behind Walls 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? |
3/8/02 A Wedding
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.
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.
3/2/02 Miscommunications
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.
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.
2/23/02 Naked in a Clothes Store
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 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.
2/22/02 Airplane Acrobatics
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 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?
2/20/02 Inaccessible Files
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.
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.
See more of my dreams with my full interpretations and Action
Plans -- Water, Water Everywhere; Trees for Two; The Landlord
Cleans Up; Cats!; Fire!; Shopping For a Bra
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Plans -- Water, Water Everywhere; Trees for Two; The Landlord
Cleans Up; Cats!; Fire!; Shopping For a Bra
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