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Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Dream DetailSkip this one if you hate reading other people's dreams. It won't hurt my feelings.
I keep dreaming of my late Aunt Sylvia lately, which is something I hardly ever do. I don't care if you believe me or not, but I think she only appears in my dreams on purpose. She, herself, used to have psychic dreams, so why wouldn't she be able to appear in them from beyond the grave? The last series I had about her, it seemed that she was trying to apologize for not having supported me better during my flight from my marriage.
Over the last few nights, I've dreamed that I'm hanging out with her at my dad's house. The first time, I was annoyed because my ex-husband (still married to me in the dream) had moved all my possessions there without my permission. My aunt tried to visit with me, but I was busy looking in the yellow pages for another apartment to move to.
In last night's episode, we just hung out in the kitchen, cooking and talking. Way more mellow. I don't know what we said, but I guess if there's something she wants me to know, I'll just keep having the dreams until I know it.
During my horribly necessary after-work nap today, I dreamed about my ex-boyfriend Tad. (We broke up in May, after he'd moved to LA.) Last time I dreamed about him, a few weeks ago, he was fat and sad and his kitchen staff wanted my autograph. This time, though, was much more flattering.
I lived in my own house, which had the same floor plan as his house next door. It was late at night and my longtime friend Letty was visiting me. I hadn't been home in a while. Tad walked over to talk to us. Turns out he'd been housesitting for me. In my living room, I had several Christmas trees in full regalia and a sort-of nativity scene with Russian-esque religious idols and a big plastic Bambi. Very beautiful. I laughed with mild embarrassment while I explained to Letty that I hadn't yet gotten around to taking down my decorations. I couldn't remember what month it was - maybe February? I realized that Tad had been coming into the house every day and dusting all the x-mas-y plastic for me so it would stay shiny. I thought that was nice.
Letty spilled a bunch of taco fillings (piccadillo - my fave) on the old purple comforter on my bed. I told her she'd get it greasy. "That's why we have to eat it fast," she said. I knew she was wrong but I ate, anyway. Tad came in wearing a trenchcoat - not a Columbine gun-weilding trenchcoat, but a nice, expensive one. He informed me that he'd be spending the night. At first I balked (because Letty was there and I didn't want her to have suspicions, I guess), but Tad remained calmly adamant. He explained that he just wanted me to be safe. So I was glad.
Tad is coming back to Houston, for good, tomorrow night.
I'm glad we've stayed friends.
Labels: Letty
10:41 PM #Comments:
I like to go here http://www.freakydreams.com/freaky.htm and see if it comes up with anything on my dreams. But I also used to have dreams about my boyfriend who died where he'd come sit on the bed between the pillows, by my head and stroke my hair. Jung says that all the people in our dreams represent aspects of ourselved, unless the authority figures and then it's supposed to be your dad, or God, I wasn't really paying much attention to that chapter.# posted by
chicky : 1:27 PM
Did your Aunt Sylvia often make you second guess your motives? Maybe your dream was telling you your motives were as simple as chilling with her in the kitchen.
# posted by
: 5:47 AM
Is Tad really coming back, or is that part of your dream, too?
I LOVE reading about other people's dreams. I think it's because I never remember my own, so I feel left out of this whole fascinating dream world.
# posted by
DeAnn : 12:54 PM
No, he's really coming back. He's already back, in fact.
I wonder why people don't remember their dreams. I had a ton of them last night. Even though I went to bed at 9:30, I dreamed so much that I was worn out when I woke up.
# posted by
Gwen : 12:55 PM
I never remember my dreams *pout* even though sometimes I wake up in a foggy state during the night because of a freaky dream, but in the morning I never remember exactly why it woke me up. I even have a dream book that explains the meaning and symbols of dreams. My son on the other hand can give play by play minute details of his dreams. They all seem to be really cool video games but with people in his life. He wakes up tired sometimes from too much dreaming. I wonder why some people remember and some dont? Do we block it?
Just be glad you didnt dream about that huge toad on your dooorstep looking at you up and down and croaking "Itttt mussst be NNiicceee Gwwwennnnn..."
roflmao!
# posted by
: 9:29 AM
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