To each his own. To me my own.

More lucid delusions

The past two nights my dreams have been nothing short of incredibly weird. It was explained to me by reason of “sometimes your brain just needs to dump the crap each day”. Well, okay – I’ll buy into that.

Dream documentation #232.

Sunday night, I dreamed of myself, my daughter, my mother, my mother-in-law, my ex-husband, and my deceased sister-in-law. My remaining sister-in-law that is still alive was not in this dream. We all were at some recreational park in which a walkway surrounded this flowing river of sorts – almost like a man-made whitewater center, located in the mountains. I noticed my ex-husband racing a small motor-boat around in what turned out to be a lazy river, with swimmers and floaters alike occupying the water. I remember thinking ‘he’s gonna run over someone, or at the very least piss somebody off’. Meanwhile my mother, daughter, mother-in-law, deceased sister-in-law and I were were standing in line at some concession stand. My deceased sister-in-law was angry and upset with me, which seemed to be overshadowing an otherwise good time. I stood beside her in the dream, put my arm around her waist and said “This is not the place and time. We’re all here for Julia [my daughter]”, to which she nodded yes. Next I remember us walking up to a secluded cabin on a hill, where for some reason we were all staying at. The view was excellent and the cabin was rustic and beautiful, inside and out.

At the end of the dream my ex-husband was still out there, going ’round and ’round that river in the boat, as if being driven to do so.

As usual, in documenting the above dream the pertinent one from last night eludes me – this doesn’t come as a surprise. Maybe I’ll get some alone time today on my outside labeling project and it’ll come flooding back. If so, I’ll include it on here as I’d originally planned.

Dream documentation #231 (written December 13, 2010 – but never posted)

Deep into Saturday night, I dreamed of snow. I was driving on the interstate and it became increasingly difficult as I went along. At one point, I got a ‘running start’ while going downhill, and even while driving in someone else’s tracks the foot-plus of snow was bringing me to a halt. I haven’t seen that much snow in, well, it’s been years. It seemed so real. I ended up abandoning my car and attempting to walk to my unknown destination.


2 responses

  1. Dreams are very fascinating. I have them, the ones that I remember, and I tell them to my brother. He usually has some interpretation for me. He does a good job of it, and sometimes I think he has figured it out. The truth is dreams are crazy. What do they mean? If nothing more concrete, they mean we have unresolved issues floating inside our heads. Sometimes I think they mean much more. Blessings to you, Bonnie…

    P.S. I often have dreams in which my ex-husband is clunking around in the background. Other things are happening and he’s not involved, but he’s hanging out in the shadows. Hm. What do you think, Bonnie? Are we being night stalked? Ha! Just kidding, of course.

    January 19, 2011 at 6:45 pm

    • Bonnie

      My mother and I share interpretations as well. I know there are the garbled ones that mean nothing, but some actually do mean something, I believe. My mother has actually had a lot of her dreams come to pass, which can be weird. Needless to say, I pay close attention to hers.

      I laughed hard at your PS! Hmm. Lurking in the shadows. In this case, I diagnosed my own dream. I’m still waiting on a divorce after almost three years – the holdup is him because we’ve already filed last year, but he has to make that final visit uptown to the courthouse and provide his signature. I relate that little boat going ’round and ’round very closely to this issue. 🙂

      January 20, 2011 at 12:00 pm

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