So I woke up this morning from a really stupid dream …
Mom [dead for 4 years, alzheimers for the past decade] and I were apparently renting an apartment that was along side a macine shop facility. It was 4 rooms and a bathroom and half bath/laundry room alongside a long hallway, with 3 of those industrial type sliding/barn doors connecting along the hallway to the machine shop. We moved in, and Mom decided to go out and pick up groceries, leaving me in the new place.
I went along and made sure all 3 of the connecting doors were shut and locked, and the front and back doors [each end of the hallway to the outside instead of into the shop] were properly shut and locked. Suddenly, every time I turned around or so it seemed there was someone else opening one of the shop doors and walking in, or trying to walk in. So I went around and made sure the doors were locked. It seems that while the doors appeared to be locked when looked at from our side, from the shop side they were not locked. Then I noticed all sorts of chains and slide bolts on our side of the doors [which obviously just appeared because I hadn’t seen them before, you know how dreams are that way]
Mom got home, and I started threatening the people in the machine shop with a handgun if they didn’t stop breaking in, and they started getting aggressive and asking what am I going to do about it, I am just a little girl, so I called the police and reported them.
Final scene, was the police arriving at the front door, and us watching as the entire family [looked Korean, the more round face structure, and in dream knowledge they were korean, don’t ask me why] left in a pedalo that looked like an old Rolls Royce … there were like 7 of them, 6 crammed inside, and one really huge muscled one pedaling.
Said it was a wierd dream =)
I read a book about Gestalt therapy many moons ago. The author’s theory was that dreams are entirely internal to the dreamer. Every person and object is some aspect of the dreamer. He led workshops where he’d have a patient talk about a dream they had, then he’d have them role play a person in the dream. He’d then ask them why they were in the dream.
Consequently, he’d ask your Mom, why are you in the dream? Why did you choose this apartment to live in? Why did you choose a place next to a machine shop? You could even role play the doors and ask them why they have such an unusual lock configuration.
The answers you give reflect your inner logic coping with a strange situation. Maybe it boils down to a conflict you recently experienced that you’re trying to make sense of.
Perhaps, going by my past -
my first career and training was as a machinist
no idea, maybe I miss my dead mom
I dislike people just showing up in my space, pretty much only my husband and maybe 3 other people are welcome to just show up without calling first [well, I live with my husband, but you get the idea]
and no idea about needing an apartment, we own 2 houses and one empty lot so living space is not really short for us right now.
Not really having any conflict, actually, just wrapping up treatment for cancer successfully, mrAru has a job he likes, finally managed to get my vaccination, and unless something really funky happens I doubt I will see my mom again =)
Weird dreams are not unusual for me, especially when my bladder starts signaling it’s full. This … this takes the cake.
I’m inside a house in an area that just went through a major snowstorm and I’m opening the door & storm door to head outside. That’s when I see a figure standing nearby; he’s wearing a heavy winter coat but no hat.
It’s Trump!
He sees me, walks over, we shake hands. He’s obviously trying to act like a normal candidate, saying how he admires us for having survived the storm. As we’re walking around to the side of the house, he starts talking about himself so much that I tune him out. The he goes off to find another victim and I wake up.
Last night was a bizarro one for me. I dreamed my inlaws were visiting and my MIL left about 10 loaves of white bread in my pantry, all opened, but stored with the open end facing down, plus 3 big bags of dinner rolls. I was in a bit of a panic trying to find enough space in my freezer for all of it.
I’m sure there’s some deep meaning in there somewhere, but I woke up craving toast…
A week ago I had a dream that while it wasn’t exactly a nightmare, made me anxious. I’d somehow gotten trapped in my own basement and couldn’t get the door to the upstairs open. After Knowed Out’s post I’m kind of afraid to read much into that!