Dreams, once you analyze them, often contain puns or wordplay, sometimes really bad ones. For instance a friend of mine lost her daughter in a car crash. A few years later she dreamed she was on a cruise, and everybody on the cruise had also coincidentally lost a child. In other words they were in the same boat.
During my tenure at one job I, too, had a lot of dreams about bears getting me, getting the better of me, etc. When I thought about them I realized the bear was actually my boss…this was my connection, anyway (so therefore it was right). Lately my recurrent dreams have been about busses. I have not figured this one out yet.
Once I start thinking about dreams I remember a lot more of them. Once I realize I’m dreaming recurrent dreams about one thing–I stop dreaming about that. I have really mundane things happen in my dreams. Like, I’m being chased down an alley, by what I know is a blown-up version of a McDonald’s Happy Meal toy, and I know it’s no threat and I’m not really afraid but for some reason I’m pretending to be. Or there was the one where I dreamed I found the toenail clippers.
I dreamed a bad pun just a few days ago. A nun was being harrassed by some guy, and her brother leapt to her defense, making a threatening gesture and telling the creep “That’s not a habit you want to get into.” :rolleyes: My brain tells **bad ** jokes while I sleep.
There were no tunnels involved–hey, why didn’t my brain think of that? Nothing very exciting (although more exciting than the toenail clipper one for sure). The most recent one, I dreamed my husband and I bought a bus. A city bus. We could have unlimited rides on it. We could sit up front with the driver. Now, we’ve been together 30 years. You can try to make this one be about sex, but I don’t think so. The most interesting thing about this one was trying to guess the city, because there was a beach, which our current city does not have. I have no idea how I know there was a beach, though, because our bus didn’t go there.
I’d guess it had something to do with being in charge – in the driver’s seat, as it were. Interesting that you were sharing it, or at least had equal access. Whatever it is, you “bought it.” The beach may have some significance, depending on what that implies to you personally. Do you like beaches? Or could it be something about being “at sea?” Did you live in a city near a beach at one time? Being “on the beach” in some circles means being unemployed, or between jobs. Could it be thinking about retirement, or worry about unemployment? Just a few WAGs.
