Enough already with the strange dreams, brain. Let's just say I woke up this morning really grateful that what tortured my dreams all night was not true.
I've been thinking I may need to go to a chiropractor (I've never been) because I keep getting the same crick in my neck that won't go away. I must have slept all kinds of funny Sunday night because yesterday I couldn't move my head to the left at all. It's a little better today, but not good. It would never have occurred to me to go to a chiropractor until we had a professional development workshop about it and accupuncture that made me consider it. Plus, the medical professional who gave the workshop was really great, and his office is nearby my work.
I need to make a list of (not new) movies I want to see because it's gotten quite long now and I keep forgetting:
Cracks. Never heard of it but a blogger I read wrote about it. Has Eva Green, so clearly a must-see
Sherlock Holmes
American Gigolo
A Single Man
that lovestory movie with Miley Cyrus (when it comes to the Byrd or on DVD) I know, lame, right?
Date Night (once it comes to the Byrd or on DVD)
Pan's Labyrinth
Movies coming to theaters that I want to see in the theater:
Sex and the City II
Iron Man II
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
April 27, 2010
April 23, 2010
Chased
I'm not trying to turn this into a dream blog all of a sudden, but when I have particularly weird and interesting ones, I want to write about them.
I am going to blame my dream from Wednesday night on the fact that when I came home from work yesterday, I fell asleep on my loveseat, book open on my lap, for 4 straight hours. Then I got up, went to sleep on the couch for another 3 hours, and then finally got in bed. So I slept an entire night's sleep before I actually went to bed. Total sleep hours: 12. Yipes.
So Wednesday's dream. It was a "being chased/trying to get away dream" which is maybe why I was tired the next day. I dreamt a band of militant, crazy, anti-terrorism people were going around my neighborhood and rounding up people, kidnapping them and making them join their group. You couldn't resist their force, and you knew that if they didn't get you yet, it was only a matter of time, because they'd gotten everyone else. Like with all my dreams, there's never a logical order to my dreams. Many friends from different areas and times in my life were in it. At one point, I was physically fighting off a burly attacker and losing and remember threatening that I was going to call my dad and he was going to come beat them up. Here's what's trippy: Clearly, my dream self must have been thinking of the fit, strong dad of my youth, not the one that would be old and fragile now at my current age. In the dream, I actually called my dad, and halfway through calling realized that my dad was dead (which in real life is true, he died last year) I remember being so sad to realize that. It wasn't as if my dad and I were close for most of the last part of his life, but I guess a little girl always wants her daddy to protect her.
In other parts of the dream, we kept trying to come up with plans to escape, and some of it involved actual flying (like superhero flying) and hiding and getting lost in crowds, and scaling tall buildings, all very odd things. At one point, we were in a movie theater and thought we had lost them, but then they found us.
Dream interpretation from Dream Moods:
Chase
To dream that you are being chased, signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is often a metaphor for some form of insecurity.
Imprisonment
To dream that you are imprisoned, suggests that you are feeling trapped or unable to move beyond a certain point. Perhaps your outdated beliefs or old ways of thinking is preventing you from going forward
I think these both stem from some of the anxiety I was having this week over getting work done and my writing.
I am going to blame my dream from Wednesday night on the fact that when I came home from work yesterday, I fell asleep on my loveseat, book open on my lap, for 4 straight hours. Then I got up, went to sleep on the couch for another 3 hours, and then finally got in bed. So I slept an entire night's sleep before I actually went to bed. Total sleep hours: 12. Yipes.
So Wednesday's dream. It was a "being chased/trying to get away dream" which is maybe why I was tired the next day. I dreamt a band of militant, crazy, anti-terrorism people were going around my neighborhood and rounding up people, kidnapping them and making them join their group. You couldn't resist their force, and you knew that if they didn't get you yet, it was only a matter of time, because they'd gotten everyone else. Like with all my dreams, there's never a logical order to my dreams. Many friends from different areas and times in my life were in it. At one point, I was physically fighting off a burly attacker and losing and remember threatening that I was going to call my dad and he was going to come beat them up. Here's what's trippy: Clearly, my dream self must have been thinking of the fit, strong dad of my youth, not the one that would be old and fragile now at my current age. In the dream, I actually called my dad, and halfway through calling realized that my dad was dead (which in real life is true, he died last year) I remember being so sad to realize that. It wasn't as if my dad and I were close for most of the last part of his life, but I guess a little girl always wants her daddy to protect her.
In other parts of the dream, we kept trying to come up with plans to escape, and some of it involved actual flying (like superhero flying) and hiding and getting lost in crowds, and scaling tall buildings, all very odd things. At one point, we were in a movie theater and thought we had lost them, but then they found us.
Dream interpretation from Dream Moods:
Chase
To dream that you are being chased, signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is often a metaphor for some form of insecurity.
Imprisonment
To dream that you are imprisoned, suggests that you are feeling trapped or unable to move beyond a certain point. Perhaps your outdated beliefs or old ways of thinking is preventing you from going forward
I think these both stem from some of the anxiety I was having this week over getting work done and my writing.
April 20, 2010
Dreams of fantasy cruises
Had another of my incredibly detailed, weird o dreams last night. This one was at least enjoyable and not disturbing. It's funny when real-life and real-world things work themselves into your dreams.
I was trying to fly somewhere, but all the flights were congested and stalled and people were having trouble getting them (real world-volcano ash problem). Somehow, the plane was not a plane, but essentially a giant parking lot/parking garage, and I kept seeing all kinds of people I knew from H.S. and college. I was sitting with Patrick from the Boka Truck (I've run into him 2x in the last week, so that made sense) and we were having a grand ole time and getting along quite well. Suddenly, Joe comes up and he looks forlorn because he was supposed to be going someplace else but got stuck on this flight thing and there were no seats. We happened to have seats near us, so he sat there.
Then the dream switches to a bigger thing, like the plane was suddenly a cruise ship, but it was like a virtual world, it was all fantastical and like a little moving island of sorts. There were cars and grass and trees and even this water like substance that people were swimming and walking and boating on. The water turned out not to be water, but millions of tiny silvery stones that gave the impression of water. It was all verry surreal. I had gone back to my seat to get money to buy food and ran into someone, some sort of authority figure in my life, or a colleague that has more experience than me. She offered to do a "reading" of me, some sort of psychic thing. I told her I barely had $ for food, but she offered to do it for free. In the dream, I never got the chance to figure that out, because when we went outside, we were so amazed by all the things this plane/cruise had on it, that we never got to the reading.
The problem I have with dream interpretation is that I am never just dreaming about one thing, like falling, or teeth, or knives. My dreams are complicated and interweaved and often about the doing, not things. So I'm never sure if I have several of these "things" in my dreams, if that means my subconcious is thinking about all of them , or if there's a dominant theme I should pay attention to.
Dream Moods says:
Cruise
To dream that you are on a cruise, represents some emotional journey that you are going through. The dream may also be a pun on "cruising" through situations in your life with ease and little effort.
Airplane
To dream that you are flying an airplane, suggests that you are in complete control of your destination in life. You are confident and self-assured in your decisions and accomplishments.
Fantasy
To dream of a fantasy world, may be a way for your mind to highlight what is normal. Alternatively, the dream may be telling you to expand your thinking and use your imagination and creativity. Explore all your options no matter how strange or illogical it may be.
I was trying to fly somewhere, but all the flights were congested and stalled and people were having trouble getting them (real world-volcano ash problem). Somehow, the plane was not a plane, but essentially a giant parking lot/parking garage, and I kept seeing all kinds of people I knew from H.S. and college. I was sitting with Patrick from the Boka Truck (I've run into him 2x in the last week, so that made sense) and we were having a grand ole time and getting along quite well. Suddenly, Joe comes up and he looks forlorn because he was supposed to be going someplace else but got stuck on this flight thing and there were no seats. We happened to have seats near us, so he sat there.
Then the dream switches to a bigger thing, like the plane was suddenly a cruise ship, but it was like a virtual world, it was all fantastical and like a little moving island of sorts. There were cars and grass and trees and even this water like substance that people were swimming and walking and boating on. The water turned out not to be water, but millions of tiny silvery stones that gave the impression of water. It was all verry surreal. I had gone back to my seat to get money to buy food and ran into someone, some sort of authority figure in my life, or a colleague that has more experience than me. She offered to do a "reading" of me, some sort of psychic thing. I told her I barely had $ for food, but she offered to do it for free. In the dream, I never got the chance to figure that out, because when we went outside, we were so amazed by all the things this plane/cruise had on it, that we never got to the reading.
The problem I have with dream interpretation is that I am never just dreaming about one thing, like falling, or teeth, or knives. My dreams are complicated and interweaved and often about the doing, not things. So I'm never sure if I have several of these "things" in my dreams, if that means my subconcious is thinking about all of them , or if there's a dominant theme I should pay attention to.
Dream Moods says:
Cruise
To dream that you are on a cruise, represents some emotional journey that you are going through. The dream may also be a pun on "cruising" through situations in your life with ease and little effort.
Airplane
To dream that you are flying an airplane, suggests that you are in complete control of your destination in life. You are confident and self-assured in your decisions and accomplishments.
Fantasy
To dream of a fantasy world, may be a way for your mind to highlight what is normal. Alternatively, the dream may be telling you to expand your thinking and use your imagination and creativity. Explore all your options no matter how strange or illogical it may be.
January 25, 2010
We're gonna party like it's 1989
I had a dream last night that I traveled to Ethiopia, except it didn't seem like Ethiopia, partly because I was surprised that people spoke Spanish there and was delighted how well I'd fit in. I think I was visiting an Anthony Bourdain-type traveller, and was staying in a run-down local motel and other people's houses, but the food was amazing and the company was fantastic.
Then we were on a boat, cruising through Europe and then eventually ended up back at my childhood house in MD, where my mom and I were trying to climb out my parents' bedroom window, and my dad was still alive, and it felt like 1989 all over again. There was a mysteroius and powerful man in a white limo waiting for me, clearly designed to take us to something or somewhere important, but my mom couldn't get out of the window fast enough, so I kept telling the man he had to slow down so my mom could catch up.
I woke up to a dead limb--I had slept on my arm so hard that when I realized it was asleep, when I moved it, my brain did not even register that it was attached to me. It was a VERY odd feeling, like moving this heavy thing, and I didn't even know it was mine. Between my black-out, cold-blocking curtains and the cloud cover, the morning came too fast and I couldn't even tell it was time to get up.
Found this cool site for illustration, photos, art: batzy
Then we were on a boat, cruising through Europe and then eventually ended up back at my childhood house in MD, where my mom and I were trying to climb out my parents' bedroom window, and my dad was still alive, and it felt like 1989 all over again. There was a mysteroius and powerful man in a white limo waiting for me, clearly designed to take us to something or somewhere important, but my mom couldn't get out of the window fast enough, so I kept telling the man he had to slow down so my mom could catch up.
I woke up to a dead limb--I had slept on my arm so hard that when I realized it was asleep, when I moved it, my brain did not even register that it was attached to me. It was a VERY odd feeling, like moving this heavy thing, and I didn't even know it was mine. Between my black-out, cold-blocking curtains and the cloud cover, the morning came too fast and I couldn't even tell it was time to get up.
Found this cool site for illustration, photos, art: batzy
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