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I had a dream..(help!)
I had a dream of death and deep aquariums.
I used to dream of aquariums a lot, Matty...either huge aquariums or stores that sold fish with block after block of aquariums.
"seriously, Gus NEVER loses his shit and he totally looked like he was about to pull his hair out and tear up"I don't think there is a guy alive (unless he is completely without some semblance of heart) that can't be unmanned by a 2 yr old. They are the most adorable and exasperating beings on the planet.
Aquariums... deep, soulful unconsciousness trying to surface - usually associated with "You-Hoo" dreams (aka "Wake the f@ck up and pay attention! And I don't mean physcially.")
I've never had flying dreams, but I've had plenty of swimming dreams, where I could breathe underwater.
They're hardly adorable. I absolutely loathe small children. I've transcended the idea of a family. You wouldn't understand.And these aquarium dreams are much more than that, Sherrie.
This made me squeeee when I saw it last night, Heidi...but just a little...http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/disp...
"unless he is completely without some semblance of heart" Transcend away... happily we won't have to worry about moody, defensive offspring coming from you. And, I'm sure I couldn't even pretend to understand any dreams you've had, Matt. They are obviously deeper than anything I have ever experienced, because none of us certainly ever had dark periods in our life that we've had to have the strength to overcome, instead of wallowing in them and spreading dismal crap over everyone we meet.
Tadpole - kitties = squeeeee You have just unmanned us all. ;)
Haha, Sherrie, if you weren't so easy to instigate, this might actually be fun.Ah, sorry about the disinterest in children. I'm sure you can pump out enough highly evolved indigo children for the both of us.
Dismal crap? Nah, just realistic. Sorry to impinge on your New Age fantasy, Sher.
By the way, why did your husband stop posting? His posts were some of the most repulsive and unnecessary (read: really fucking sad) things to ever be laid out in this group.
Read the post above mine, Bun.And yes, I should censor myself lest I offend a stranger across the continent!
I've stopped, Bun. Then again, I never really started.I simply responded to the extraordinarily obnoxious comment above.
Some might say it cracks us all up. You know ... like ... oh never mind.
Hate to tell you, Bun, but now i'm picturing you with feathered hair...
It does seem like every time Matt and Sherri are in the same room there's a conflict...hope you two can work it out. Nobody else can work it out for you.Feathered hair. Ah, I have pictures...bad ones...involving feathered hair...somewhere...
SQUEEE! Heidi and I have THOSE dreams. It is freaky. Sometimes it does prevent me from the dreamed doom. Bwahaha. Or it helped me answer a trivia question. Wackadoodle.Kids can unnerve any man. It's their child for goodness sake! It's cute when dads go on slides with their kidlets or SLIP n SLIDE!
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Sometimes I don't understand a word of your posts, Tanja. Are you sure you're not a robot?
Quick, Tanja! What are the three laws of robotics?
UUUUGGGHHH!!!Primal scream, primal scream, stomp, tantrum tantrum!!!
Okay, one thing that frustrates the ever living tar out of me is that I can help facilitate other people who are trying to figure out what their dreams mean to them, but when it comes to my OWN dreams, I feel like a ding dong. I draw a blank. I have NO CLUE what they mean until I'm talking to one of the counselors with whom I work and watch his/her face for cues on what's important and what's not... and THEN I can figure them out...
BUT last night's dream left me wishing my stupid alarm clock didn't go off because I was beyond curious about how the dream would play out and I've been obsessing all darned day about what it could mean.
Okay, here goes:
I was living in my mother's home, but it was MY home for some reason. And my mother was living there and my sister (the one who's recently engaged) was too. For some reason, my little sister was in my care... as her 6 year old self. And I was getting irritated with her because she kept borrowing my stuff and misplacing it - namely my CDs.
So I was searching EVERYWHERE for my music - under piles of just... stuff. And every once in a while I'd find some discs, but they'd have data files on them or they'd be hers (clearly NKOTB was NOT mine). And I kept obsessing about the Coldplay CD that someone had given me, aware of the fact that in my dream as well in real life (because I'm typically aware that I'm dreaming when I'm in it), I can't STAND Coldplay. But I really, REALLY just HAD to find that CD. I couldn't even remember who gave it to me (I have no such CD in real life, by the way)! And I finally DID find it.
About the time I found my CD, an ex-BF (the most recent one) showed up at the door of my
So, I invited him into the house where my sister (who's still 6 years old in my dream) grilled him on his intentions and my mother and friends joined in. And he handled their skepticism with grace. I could tell they were reluctantly warming up to him, too. And while this was going on, I went to find my Coldplay CD... and waited for a break in this interrogation to give it to him. For some reason, I knew it was something I had to do.
I also had another CD in hand that was one I really adored (and I can't identify it now and have been obsessing about this detail since I woke up - I think it was a mix someone gave me - a normal silver looking one with gold block lettering).
So the rest of the dream was about him proving my doubts wrong and being perfect and wonderful while I waited for him to disappoint me like he always would.
And then my alarm went off. W. T. F.
HAAAALP! Please explain this one to me because it still has me rattled.
I'm pretty sure they were my piles. Maybe I should've made that more clear.
And I can tell you that I emphatically do NOT let my family decide who I date. However, my parents' relationship disasters history may have an influence on who I choose to date and not date. You may be onto something with that, TawNub. However, I feel like there's something else in there that I'm missing... some big fat sign over the head, as in a being flown by the plane kind of sign.
What I got out of your dream, Heidi, is that you would like to set up house, as represented by your parents home, and have a family, as represented by your sister in her 6-year-old incarnation. You don't have a boyfriend currently, but if your old one would come back and prove himself, you would welcome him in.
I don't know what the significance of the Coldplay CD is. :)
Truly, who does know the significance of a Coldplay CD? heheheI know when I have dreams that I know have some significance, but I can't figure it out, I try to figure out each piece of the dream as if it were me, cause everything in your dream represents a part of you. The house, the sister, the boyfriend, the Coldplay CD (well, maybe not that one *snerk*)... and let it sink into your subconscious with the questions of why? Sometimes the answers sorta pop up later on.
It def is your own self trying to work through some stuff, bringing it to light. But sometimes overthinking it just won't do the trick.
Cosmic Sher wrote: "I know when I have dreams that I know have some significance, but I can't figure it out, I try to figure out each piece of the drea..."I already knew that part - everything being some aspect of me. I think I need to copy and paste that onto a piece of paper and then dissect it and get back to all of you.
Just looking at it in print helps. I'm pretty darned sure the piles of paper represent work right now - my office is full of piles EVERYWHERE. I've got piles covering the two desktops that aren't even getting used right now.
I'll figure this out. Oi. Check ya laterr.
Or perhaps to start a commune where everyone wears newspaper clothing.
The word "snerk" is really obnoxious.
I think it's an onomatopoeia. I find it useful for suggesting that something was funny enough to make me snort, rather than laugh out loud.
Those are far cuter than the snorks I posted.
Sarah Pi wrote: "
"I had some of those in oily puffy stickers.
I work at a dog daycare/boarding facility and when I first got the job, all I dreamt about was dogs....all of them barking and running around. I don't have those dreams anymore, but a work environment like that can be a real shock to the system.
Yeah, Stefano, when I dream about work it's usually a bad sign...
Lately I've been dreaming about ARGYLE. As in, the fabric print. Sometimes someone is wearing an argyle sweater, or socks, or sometimes the word just kinda pops up there, in all its red and hunter green and golden spelling.Does this mean I'm a nerd?
Ha! I wonder if their are any nerdy dream interpretations out there. I don't think I've ever heard of anyone dreaming about argyle. *sitting in stuffy chair, looking through nose-perched glasses writing notes in lap*
Do you have any deep seated traumatic memories from childhood that feature argyle in them? How does that make you feel, hmmmmm?
I have some socks with argyle print...?Oh, I also dreamt I was in a bathtub with two friends. No water, clothing, and all. It was so much fun!
Actually, the argyle should represent something in you. Specifically, what is your attitude towards it? What associations are personal for you with argyle?
And how does it make you you feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel? lol
Years ago I had an older gentleman as a patient who had had some sort of tractor accident and sustained some traumatic brain injury as a result. During the time that I took care of him, the docs were uncertain as to how much functionality he would recover. His children were very devoted to him and of course very worried about the prognosis. Eventually he was discharged from the acute care setting to the rehab unit and I forgot all about him, until one day when I dreamed that I was working on the rehab unit and he was my patient. In my dream he was able to speak (haltingly) and had regained some motor control. In other words, he was coming back. Interestingly enough that very evening I ran into his family on the elevator at work--they were just leaving from a visit with him. I immediately told them about my dream. The daughter burst into tears and gave me a big hug, saying that me telling her that gave her so much hope for the future. I would never claim to be psychic and honestly I do not know what ever became of that gentleman, but it made me feel good.
but it made me feel good.Well, that's something, I guess. ;)
Oh, it's the MAIN thing, darling. All about me, don't you know.
Wow, Heidi, I feel as if I just awoke from a dream. I'm glad you found me here.
i had the "i can fly" dream again last night. it was weirder (more weird sally?) than usual as it was like a futuristic setting (and my regular flying dream is just normal ol flying around without wings or equipment or anything). i just sort of try really hard and flap my arms to get started and then off i go. glorious
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I just didn't expect him to let Sophia leave his attention for even two seconds because he was watching her like a hawk up until that moment... and then while he was scrambling to get food up off the floor, she started throwing other stuff down at the floor... ketchup bottle - gone, salt shaker... gone, napkin holder -caught it! We scooted everything across the table away from her. I mean, seriously, Gus NEVER loses his shit and he totally looked like he was about to pull his hair out and tear up.