We're both snot-filled and not-happy over here today. This is ridiculous. And Mr. Moon can't sleep, probably for worrying about how he's going to hunt while coughing although his sinus drainage isn't helping with the sleep thing either.
I had the weirdest worst dreams. I mean, crazy. Like, I had a huge, beautiful wedding and no one stuck around after the ceremony and NO ONE TOASTED ME and even my mother disappeared.
I've been married twice. Once in Bainbridge, Georgia in City Hall and once in a park in downtown Tallahassee and that was a very sweet wedding but small as could be and everyone definitely stuck around for the reception and we were toasted lovingly and well.
So. Why that dream?
I dreamed I was teaching elementary school next. I had NO teacher manuals, no idea how to access the surely-needed school website, and other things occurred which I'm not even going to discuss although they did involve poop.
That's two of the dreams I had.
I had another one where access to a house that wasn't mine seemed to be of utmost importance. I'd been entrusted with a key in one case which would not work to lock the house back up and I couldn't just leave the door open which caused me a great deal of worry. The other house had a window that I couldn't fasten and a cat was involved in that one.
I mean, WTF?
Why am I concerned about someone else's home's safety? Or is all of this just symbolic for something else? Am I breeching someone's privacy somehow? I don't think so.
Whatever. I'm exhausted from so much stress and worry and to tell you the truth, when I wasn't dreaming I was having a hard time sleeping too.
Okay, okay. Gotta get off my butt and clean up the chick cage and maybe pick up some branches and I don't even know what. I don't know shit today which is actually no different than any other day although my head feels sort of dreamy and floaty but not in a good way.
Lord. Fuck this virus.
(That was like a prayer, right?)
Now, those are fabulous dreams! The wedding one is all about "never getting enough ______," right? Fill in the blank, as appropriate. The missing mom thing is, well, you know. The second one is insecurity in not having been prepared properly to be responsible (especially for kids). And the third is anxiety over having to be responsible for stuff (other people's) that you don't really care about. Stuff in this case is a physical house, but it could be any thing, even emotional content. You'd much rather just be left alone to do your own thing, but go back to dream #1, where you need a lot of love & attention while doing your own thing! Very cool dreams...your mind is serving up wonderful images for your deep consideration! All best, RayReplyDelete
Hello, Ray! Have you been here before? What interesting dream interpretations! And yes, I agree with you on some of them. Perhaps not so much on others. But you could be right. As I always say- who knows? Not me.Delete
Thanks for taking the time to interpret AND comment.
I've always believed that my house dreams -- and they are frequent -- were dreams about my body. Your post inspired a poem for me which as you might guess is HUGE. Thank you love. RebeccaReplyDelete
And I like that poem very much and I am so glad I could be there with my dream to give it a little tug into the world. Here's a funny thing, Rebecca- since I got off my anti-depressants, I never, ever have those house dreams I used to have. The ones where the houses were filled with trash and appliances that were filthy and didn't work. This is such a huge relief.Delete
Ray's analysis is kind of interesting. I'm curious to know whether you think he's on point. All I really know is these are anxiety dreams, you're worrying deeply about something, possibly something you don't feel free to share and so it can't be vented and is instead finding a way out through dreams. I sense you feel in jeopardy in some emotional way. The wise ones say no matter what happens, all is well, all is well, all is well. Even when it's not, it is, or will be. (See dishwasher's instagram post today). I love you dearly.ReplyDelete
I think you are quiveringly close to the truth of it, Angella. You know me so well. I read what Scott wrote and I agree with him in theory but dear god, it's so hard to embrace that which hurts so much in the doing. I will never be as self-actualized as he is. Never. Which, you know, is fine. I am who I am just as we are all who we are. Doesn't mean we can't try to become wiser though.Delete
Oh no! I hope this pestilence goes away quickly! Bravo to Ray for picking those dreams apart. The undercurrent is definitely (and obviously) anxiety. You don't need me to tell you that. :)ReplyDelete
Yes. Anxiety. Always. Although interestingly enough, I do not feel the sort of anxiety right now which feels insane. The crippling kind that drives me to fondle my stashed few Ativans. You know?Delete
Thank you, Jill.Delete
I used to remember my dreams and they were all very weird and convoluted. now, when I wake up I know I was dreaming but they vanish completely with my first conscious thought.ReplyDelete
your grandkids are developing their immune systems and unfortunately passing it all on to you. this went on at my daughters house and my house until the youngest was at least in 3rd or 4th grade. at one point I had to tell them not to come over if they were sick because I was tired of catching everything they brought home. the upside is your immune system will be stronger at the end.
Sometimes my dreams are actually entertaining enough to try and remember or sometimes instructive enough for the same. I wonder what it would be like not to remember any of them.Delete
Yes. The immune system. I find it most interesting that Glen and I both got this virus in that we hardly ever get anything but we definitely are sharing this one. We're thinking the babes got it at WMCA childcare while their mamas were in spin class or something. It's the only answer we can come up with.
You are thoroughly entertaining even when you are ill and sleep-deprived. I'm still laughing over your last three lines. I do hope you both feel better soon, and that your dreams subside.ReplyDelete
Houses are your self. So I guess someone else's house is their self? Most likely boxes too. I dunno. Dreams be weird.ReplyDelete