tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198184922011-10-12T01:00:54.500-07:00Dreams: Literal, or Literary? Only For The Jung At Heart?<p> What do my dreams mean? Are they signs of creativity, just the way the mind processes the day, or are they proof of mental illness? You Decide.Pop Tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04737202424252252750noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-84748579477650801452011-08-03T13:21:00.002-07:002011-08-03T13:41:32.635-07:00

I woke this morning with a start. I'd been dreaming... In my dream, my mother had made gifts for my sister and I: long scrolls of paper, charting our lives. Charts which also included how much time we had left to live. "Your sister's is longer, because well..." she said to me. "How much longer do I have to live?" I asked. "Nine years." Nine years?! I've only got nine more years to live?!

Pop Tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04737202424252252750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-41854884305115756642008-09-19T22:54:00.001-07:002008-09-19T22:54:25.583-07:00

Hubby & I have been sick this week, so perhaps it's not surprising that I should have strange & varied dreams...Tuesday night, I dreamt for hours and hours that I was folding towels. Just folding towels. There were hand towels, dish towels, and bath towels of every size, color and pattern. I just kept carrying laundry baskets to the couch and folding and folding and folding, then putting them

Pop Tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04737202424252252750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-52815918668369913392008-08-26T22:50:00.000-07:002008-08-26T22:51:05.916-07:00

I had that dream last night, one I've had for decades.I'm driving Grandpa Harry's red 1960 Ford Fairlane with my sister -- as in I'm on the floor, working the peddles, and she's steering.After we go through the obligatory cartoon clothesline (seriously!), we stop and I climb over the seat to the back seat. On the floor I find old, cold, McDonald's French fries.And I eat them.What's really

Pop Tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04737202424252252750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-28531931991771515002007-07-05T15:01:00.000-07:002007-07-05T15:11:18.937-07:00

It's not that I haven't been dreaming; I'm silent here (and most places) because I've been so busy. It's hard to find make the time to post about inane blitherings and insane dreamings when life is so full. In particular, the challenge of drawing for at least most of these posts here (that was the challenge), and then getting hubby to scan it so I can post it. Drat time delays which remove all

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-57549439839815691182007-05-30T08:29:00.001-07:002008-12-08T19:43:59.290-08:00

It's Allie's 18th birthday today.For the past 3 nights, I've had dreams of her deceased father, Norman. He's been dead for what, 12 years? And it's still hard to see his name on something, like a the child support letters claiming I haven't complied with them. (Huh?) But back to the dreams.On the first night, it was whispers that he was still alive. Hiding somewhere. Associates of his

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-51983334192152915002007-04-25T16:41:00.000-07:002007-04-25T16:43:54.393-07:00

Not sleeping enough can make you fat.More reason to worry; more reason to lay awake nights, hmmm?

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-4403602483215008662007-04-06T15:29:00.000-07:002007-04-06T15:43:17.170-07:00

I had a bad dream which woke me up. It occurs to me, that in order for you to understand this dream (or interpret it as I do) you'll need to know a few things about me which are not at this time known to you...I am recovering from a depressive anxious state, most likely the official diagnosis is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which stems from the abuse. Not so much the abuse of my ex-husband of

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-38324710262992658622007-03-09T10:43:00.000-08:002007-03-09T10:46:31.685-08:00

I'm at this huge house. In dreamland it is my Aunt V's house - the house she shares with her husband D. None of my cousins are there, which makes sense as they've all grown up. But my Aunt V has been dead about a decade, and other than a family funeral here and there, I have not seen my Uncle D since. (Didn't even see the scary cousins at the funerals.)I am grown up, and me. I feel the

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-1143763781860231262006-03-30T16:08:00.000-08:002007-01-07T17:55:13.980-08:00

I'm a very unhappy woman, surrounded as I am by a dingy retro Hollywood apartment. You know the kind, orange shag carpeting, some vague beige (smoke stained white?) textured wallpaper, and a shabby drab green couch... If this is bad, the kitchen, smaller than any apartment bathroom I've ever had, has avocado green appliances, dark brown cupboards, yellow countertops (which could be cheery, but

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-1141199253300314212006-02-28T23:36:00.000-08:002006-02-28T23:47:33.310-08:00

Forgive my lack of posts, but contrary to the rumors, cold medications do not induce dreams -- crazy or not -- at least not for me. I've been battling something horrid, just horrid, and to just make it perfect, I've had a bad reaction to the medications.This is the longest stretch of non-dreaming for me ever.One can only hope (or fear) that as I am now on the mend, I shall begin to dream soon.

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-1139012269418588632006-02-03T16:17:00.000-08:002006-02-03T16:17:49.420-08:00

I am looking through clothing in a closet. A typical dream closet, this one is large. It allows ample room for not only myself, but as you will see, several other women, and, perhaps not surprisingly, clothing representative of my entire adult life. There are plenty of fashion mistakes in here, which I move past and about as I search for a killer outfit for a night out dancing with 'the girls.'In

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-1138429645812949442006-01-27T22:23:00.000-08:002006-02-03T07:29:18.806-08:00

My sister & her husband have a huge home, very new, and it could house a small army rather than their small family of three -- and two dogs (Labrador retrievers, called The Bumpus Hounds after the dogs in A Christmas Story). However, in this dream, it is just my sister and I...We are in her immaculate and large kitchen, which is full of streaming sunlight. My sister moves between the huge

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My foot hurts, so hubby will take me to the doctor. (Like many dreams, I do not see him, but know the muddy male, as if seen in peripheral vision, is my real life husband, not one of those dream family members -- you know the ones you don't recognize but in the dream they are your husband, even if they are your Uncle Sal, your old gym teacher, or whatever. Nope, I know this is my real husband.)As

MoviesInMyMindnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19818492.post-1137972077406115922006-01-22T15:19:00.000-08:002006-01-22T15:21:17.406-08:00

"Sorry, there are no matches for your request. For best results, narrow your search request to one or two words. Otherwise, feel free to contact us and we will work on an interpretation of this new symbol for future inclusion into the Dream Moods dictionary." (see blue search box at side)This is why I begin the blog. None of my search terms come up with anything. And while I have learned, via

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