Thursday, May 22, 2008

Dreaming my dreams...

I dream such weird things. I have scary dreams, happy dreams, sad dreams....but sometimes I wonder.

Last night, amongst other things, I dreamt that my snow peas had all grown and I hadn't picked them, so they were all icky. Beyond even saving for seeds. No biggie, but I wonder if it was a reminder to check my vegie patch today.

Sometimes I dream of spiders. And, I have been known to give people heart attacks with my screams. I once dragged a girl from her bed by the hair because 'there was a MASSIVE spider under her bed'. Yeah...ooookaayyyy. I went straight back to sleep - the poor dear spent the night awake terrified.

Are dreams your subconcious? Or, is it just an overload of your imagination, coupled with a few literal bits and pieces thrown in for good measure?

Sometimes, even *I* can see what my dreams mean. I mean, I'm pretty literal as a person, but even more so in dreams. Spiders? TERRIFIED of them. Walking the front yard at 3am because my dogs escaped? Obviously that's me not wanting to lose them.

But sometimes, sometimes I have dreams. Dreams that fill me with such a sense of sadness and loss. Not the dream - but the waking. On waking from one of those dreams, I'd give my life to be back there, if only for another 10 minutes. They make me question me. Everything. Like I have completely drawn a blank in the life straws, and I'm somehow devoid of this feeling in waking life.

I wish I could explain it better. Because, I'd love to know what other peoples dreams are. Do you wake up and wish to god that you were still in [i]that[/i] dream?? What happened? Is it trying to tell me something? Or, is it just my imagination?

It's not even the dream per se - it's the feeling. It's awesome, inspiring and honestly, my heart skips a beat when I think of it. And, it's not that I dream the same dream and get the same feeling - it could be one of many things. But, it's that feeling I covet.

But, in amongst those deep and meaningful dreams, there are these pearlers;

'Mummmmm....there's a bird in my room.....'
'Shel, you're dreaming. Where are you??'
'I don't knowwwwwww......but there's no one here'

And (mental picture of me sitting on G in the middle of the night)
'hang on, I can't get over'
'Shel, WTF are you doing?'
'Well, YOU asked me to drive, I'm trying to get into the drivers seat!!!'

I'm a psychologists dream aren't I??

1 comment:

TheThingsIdTellYou said...

I know what you mean about that feeling as you try to hang on to those last remnants.

Waking with the most delicious feeling, not even sure what the dream was, but knowing it was wonderful, all was right, and you were happy.

Reaching out in your mind for it, but feeling it slip away until all that's left is that feeling.