Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Dreaming

We loft our hidden wishes

into the dreaming each night.

We escape our onerous tether,

and,

Responsibilities forgotten,

We put on our crown

And rule

The only world that is

Ours to command.






This weekend we're asking for 30 of your own words plus the three following words for a total of 33 words.  
Tether Loft Crown
- See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.RkFepRkk.dpuf

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Sweet Dreams

A boy, 
Afraid of Darkness,
Whispered a wish to the beautiful Moon: 
Watch over me while I sleep!  
The Moon sent her silver beams,
And the Darkness could not find him. 
He slept.


My son and I have this ritual; if we see the moon, we repeat that rhyme "I see the moon and the moon sees me".  This assignment put that rhyme in my head.  



This weekend, we're enlisting your help in shortening our considerably lengthy bedtime routines by giving us a children's bedtime story in exactly 33 words.  It can be an old favorite reimagined or a work that is entirely your own.  We only ask that your story not leave our kids with visions of the boogie man dancing in their heads.  These tired bones thank you in advance. - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.yN9EBgPT.dpuf

Monday, May 13, 2013

Repeats in Dreamland

Lots of people have recurring dreams.  There's lots of people who dream the same dream over and over, every time they close their eyes.  Even my husband, who tends to have "Scooby-Doo" dreams where the Nazis chase him all over the castle looking for the lost city of El Dorado, will sometimes have the same dream a couple of nights in a row.  I've had dreams of tornadoes chasing me down a residential street, or spiders invading my mattress.  Some of us will consult friends or look up information in books or online regarding dream symbols or dream interpretation.  Others will just drink a glass of milk before bed and hope that does the trick.

Why do our brains offer us re-runs in Dreamland? It's like our dreams are created by ABC, so during the summer there are re-runs. If the brain does it, however, there must be a reason.  Is there some sort of  Dream Cable, and we are supposed to pay the bill on occasion?  If so, can I order a nice romantic comedy to dream about? Preferably starring Henry Cavil?  

Some say that dreams recur because there's something that you need to work on or change about yourself.  Once you acknowledge that, the dream will stop recurring. That's the one that I usually go with; tornadoes, for instance, are symbols of crisis, and that made perfect sense at the time.  Repeat dreams might also be your brain working out a problem while you are sleeping; when it figures out that difficult Algebra I equation from 8th grade, your brain will move on.  Maybe.  Recurring dreams could also just be a sign that you need to stop eating the Carnosaur special at the local deli after 7pm. You just never know. 

My latest repeat dream has no deep philosophical meaning.  I'm not being chased, I'm not falling, I'm not standing naked in front of the United Nations.  My brain is not working out any particularly important life problem.

My current recurring dream?  That I am sitting on the toilet, going. 

Yep. 

That's my big time recurring dream. Nothing bad is happening. I'm not scared. Jack Nicholson will not be popping up out of the commode to bite me on the butt.  I just really have to go, in my dream, and so I do. It's a wonderful feeling. I'll be in that half-dream sort of state, but everything is groovy in my dream, so I carry on.

Except that I am not actually on the toilet.  I am lying in bed!  Abort! Abort!   I always manage to stumble to the bathroom just in the nick of time.  Is this what small children go through when they are potty training? 

I have a brain that wakes me up so I can go to the bathroom.  How about that, Dr. Freud?   Does anyone else have that happen?  Or is it just me?  Should I be embarrassed?  Probably.  But if I were that embarrassed, I probably shouldn't be posting this online, huh?


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Latency

Learn this, if you learn nothing else:

All the secrets in the entire universe,

All the dreams of children

Lying in the embrace of sleep,

Every possibility we seek

Lies hidden within ourselves.


This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!
“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist


Monday, February 20, 2012

The A-List: Five Things Every Dream House Should Have

Most everyone I know has a picture in their heads.  Their dream house.  It's the perfect size.  It's the perfect color.  It's just plain perfect.  Most of all, it is extremely cheap.  Free is pretty cheap, right?  We can have it all in the corridors of our imagination, and it doesn't cost us a dime.  And daydreaming is healthy for brain function, I read somewhere.

I have a dream house in my head, just like everyone else.  It is usually painted a cool white on the outside; something that I would never do in real life in this Texas sun.  It sits high up on a hill, overlooking fields of green grass.  Never mind that I would die of boredom out in the middle of nowhere--it's a dream house!





Over the years, I've decided that there are things that all dream houses should have.   Non-negotiables.  Things that I don't currently have.  The lack of these particular things is irritating enough that I notice their absence.  If I were Empress of the Universe, I would decree that all houses had to have these things.  Since that will never happen, I am just going to share today and leave it at that.



1. Walk-in shower with a bench  We have a nice walk-in shower.   It has good hot water with enough pressure to do what a shower was made to do. I love it most of the time.  I do not love it when I am trying to shave my legs.  I have to essentially hold my leg at a certain angle that defies my general gravitational field in order to do what I need to do.  If I had a built-in bench of some sort in the shower, I could just put my foot on that bench, and shaving my legs would not involve complex yoga poses.

2. A porch  Every house should have a porch.  It's a place to play on rainy days.  It's a place for telling ghost stories.  It's a place to sit with your sweetie and hold hands.  It's a place to watch the world pass by on summer evenings.  A wrap around porch, or a porch that extends to the side of a house, allows for some privacy when a person wants to curl up with a book or take a nap. 

3. Built-in bookcases/shelves  I don't know why builders don't do this.  As far as I know, setting shelves into the walls does not significantly add to the cost of the house, and it increases storage space.  While I have enough books for a small town library, other people might choose to use their shelves for other things.  A collection of Lego mini-figures, maybe.  

4. Large picture window with a window seat   I envy people who have these.  The best window seats are those that are sort of recessed, with a curtain to hide behind.  They are perfect, when cushioned, for curling with a book or other quiet activity.  Or just for daydreaming. We adults don't do enough daydreaming, I think.  We've fallen out of practice.  Maybe if we had this spot in our houses, we would be reminded.

5. Garden room/Play room/Rumpus Room  I want to have a patio that is enclosed in some way with glass.  That way the sunlight can come in, but not the bugs.  I would fill up this room with plants that I cannot kill, and I would probably have exercise equipment in there.  I am not sure, but I have lots of fun thinking about it.  While I would like a garden room, other people might want to create a space for their own amusement.  Way back, such a place was called a Rumpus room.  I am not exactly sure what 'rumpus' is, but maybe the equivalent would be what is called a "Man Cave" these days?   

If in the dream world, houses represent our personalities, perhaps the dream houses we build in our head represent what we would like our personality to be. Although I am not really sure what having a Rumpus Room says about an individual's personality.

Anything anyone wants to add to the list?

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Dreams Can Be Actually Insightful

I don't often remember my dreams, anymore.  I used to remember them very clearly, and I even wrote some of them down in a dream journal.   I would then consult with textbooks on dreaming and books on dream interpretation.  For a long time, I wrote down many of my dreams.  There were tornadoes chasing my car, for instance.  Me dancing around a fire naked.  Me hunting sparkly vampires naked,  being at Ford's Theater naked, etc.  I may have made the dream about the sparkly vampires up.  Looking back, I've noticed I have had lots of dreams about being naked in public.  I am not sure why, except that I tend to borrow Angelina Jolie's body as a substitute for mine.  Apparently, my subconscious brain thinks that she's dreamy and that we look alike. 

Nowadays, the second I am fully awake, whatever I was dreaming about dissipates, vanishing into where ever it is that these things go. If I do remember a dream,there's usually a reason. 

The other night, (probably because my bloggy soulmate Andrea  wrote about her dream), I dreamt about my grandparent's pink house out in the no-man's land of Illinois.   It was a weirdly disturbing dream.  I woke up at 3:47AM and immediately decided that 10mg of melatonin was too much.   I finally fell asleep again, but I remembered the dream as soon as I woke up.  I had to tell Larry all about it.

"I had a weird dream," I began, as we were getting dressed for work.

"What was it?"  Larry was all ears.

"I was at my grandparent's house in the breezeway at night and there was a man-shaped blob at the backdoor."

"That's IT?"  I guess that he was expecting me to tell a long, drawn out tale.  Larry has been gifted with  what he calls "Scooby-Doo" dreams; convoluted affairs that take a while time to relate, given his penchant for play-by-play storytelling.  My brevity both confused and annoyed him.

"It disturbed me enough to wake me up," I pointed out.  "What the heck do you think it means?"

"It was your conscience," Larry asserted.

"You're actually telling me that my conscience is a man-shaped blob?"  I stared at him.

"Yep."  With that profound statement, my husband walked out of the room.  In the silence that followed his exit, I thought about it. 

That would probably explain a lot.