I awoke from a dream this morning that was so utterly obvious I laughed out loud. I dream a lot and sometimes my unconscious detritus is useful in a metaphoric/symbolic kind of way.
Background: things have been tense at work, and I took on the task of trying to broker peace between the warring factions.
Dream: I was a nurse who was supposed to administer IVs to ill patients. The way I did it was to stick the needle in my butt cheek, take all the IV, then extract my own blood and give that blood to the patient. Another nurse came in and said “What the Hell are you doing? Those people made themselves sick and you need to stick THEM with the needle and have them take their own fluid, not give away your blood!”
I agreed I would try the new method and started looking through the labeled IV bags: each had a name of a co-worker printed on it.
Let’s see . . . what could this POSSIBLY mean? :p:p:p
One of my reoccurring ones is that I go back to my childhood home and- surprise, surprise- some of my stuff is still there. Let’s guess whose brain is telling them they have baggage from childhood to work out!
There was that one with the buxom redhead that tied me down and… I was pissed it was a dream. And yes it has been awhile since I got some, why do you ask?
I suppose my least subtle dreams are the ones where I really, really have to go to the bathroom but the toilet’s out of order, or somebody else is in the bathroom watching, or for some other reason I just can’t let myself pee. Guess what that one means?
Unless it’s about sex, my dreams are almost never subtle.
I still have this recurring dream though that I’m one math credit short of graduation, and I’m enrolled in the class but haven’t gone all semester, and the final is in a few days! Aaaah…
I dream fairly regularly that I am in my bedroom in the house I grew up in, trying to have sex with someone without getting caught by my mother. (My mom’s been dead for more than 10 years, and the house was sold longer ago than that.)
I sometimes have a bad dream where I stand frozen as I watch my dad beat up my brother. What’s that, brain? I think Dad is too hard on Brother and hate it when they fight? Gee, thanks, I could never have figured that out on my own.
I once dreamed that my I was on the set of America’s Funniest Home Videos when my high school AP Chemistry teacher barged out in his underwear with a crossbow and caught me in the back.
So in real life, there was this paper I was working on, and I was worried I wasn’t going to get it finished. It was stressing me out big-time.
A couple of nights before it was due, I dreamed that I came into class on the day it was due and said to the professor, ‘‘I’m not finished. Can I have an extension?’’ I just totally threw myself at her mercy, shaking in my boots.
She was just about to respond when I woke up.
Most literal dream I’ve ever had.
(Interestingly, my dream came true. I got the extension.)
Had a dream c. 10 years ago where I met two young women: one was petite and blonde, the other taller with brown hair. Naturally upon waking up I realized that the first was my adoptive mother, and the second my birth mother. :smack:
About 3 weeks before my mother died of cancer, I had this dream:
She made the trip one mythical Saturday morning down to where I lived, and we went out for breakfast. As we got out of the car, I asked/said to her, “Mom, what are you doing here? We both know you’re in bed, dying… No wait just let me look at you for a minute, because here you are healthy.”
She replied to me, “It’s because I want you to remember me as you see me here, and not as I am in bed.”
When I woke up, I immediately called my sister to see if mom had died, and was relieved to find out she had not.
When I was in college my boyfriend of several years broke up with me in a pretty dramatic fashion. I didn’t take it well.
One night, I don’t remember how many months later, I dreamed that he brought me a gorgeous bouquet of roses. I was delighted to have them and buried my face in them. When I looked closely, I realized that they weren’t red; they were a beautiful, deep, velvety shade of pink. I gave I thrust the flowers back at him and ran away in tears.
In the symbology of the flower, the red rose is supposed to stand for intense, passionate love, whereas the pink rose means fairly romantic, yet not firmly sexual love (i.e. perhaps after the breakup the guy said they could “just be friends”). At least that was my guess as to the meaning of that dream.
