When I was little, I had two recurring dreams - one involved my maternal grandmother wrestling bears in our basement, and the other involved our neighborhood being besieged by Indians (feathers and warpaint and the whole deal.) Now, this house and this neighborhood was in the Baltimore suburbs - we lived in a row house. I never did figure out what they meant.
More recently, my husband had a dream that I was having a fling with one of my daughter’s ex-boyfriends.
Last night I dreamt that some friends of our where remodeling their kitchen and that I was helping and getting ideas for mine. Then I went to my parents and they had torn up all my longaberger baskets and thrown them away. They were quite angry with me.
Night before last, I dreamt that Hubby and I where mystical bounty hunters and we where chasing a “mischievious blue”, some sort of genie or fairy. The genie then turned us “shiva blue” as a prank.
I had a dream the other night where I was taking a class. The interesting thing was that the class textbook (in psychology, I think) was written by Buffy (yes, the Vampire Slayer Buffy). In my dream, I wasn’t surprised at this, because Buffy’s mom was a psychology professor, and like mom like daughter, right?
As I recall, the book was pretty good. The only problem was that it was put out in several volumes, and I couldn’t find the one we were supposed to be looking at in class that day.
Last night, I dreamed I defeated an evil magician in a contest. But I defeated him by cheating and setting him on fire (using an old-fashioned cigarette lighter, aided by a helpful breeze) before he was ready to start the contest.
But it was ok for me to cheat, because he was evil, and a magician, and I was just One Of The Good Guys, with no magic.
A great many of my dreams are downright depressing and often deal with The End of the World[sup]TM[/sup], but I’ll save those for another day.
This morning, I dreampt I was living like Tony Stark. I lived in a simple house, in a small neighborhood, but I had the Iron Man powered armor and used it to fight evil. I was also ungodly risch, so I could but fantastic techno-gadgets - notably a rocket-powered hovercraft that looked much like an old tractor with no wheels, but handled quite well despite my constantly crashing it into the tops of fences.
Across the street, in an equally simple house, lived my arch-nemesis, R. Lee Ermey, who was a member of a high-tech band of demon hunters (yes, this dream included me watching them in action). We were constantly sneaking into each other’s houses to steal things like DVDs back and forth. I accidentaly left my large blue comforter in his living room and tried to sneak back in to get it, but he saw me and to make me go away, gave me a stack of old VHS tapes he didn’t want anymore.
When I was very young I used to have this same dream EVERY night.
I was standing on a very high wall, below was a river and hundreds of people were shouting at me to jump from behind me.
When I did eventually jump I always woke just before I hit the water.
I think this dream was brought on because at the time I was just learning to swim and conquer my fear of deep water.
I can now swim almost as fast as an elephant can fly.