Boston Tea Party
I admit, I did copy the subject line from the morning headline on Fox News. 🙂 This blog is gonna be all over the place today, because, quite frankly…. I am all over the place. I have way too much going on in my head today to dwell on one subject for too long.
Yeah, they’re havin’ a party, baby. All I’ve got to say is, GO MASSACHUSETTS. You freakin’ ROCK. For 53 years, a dem has occupied this former Kennedy seat. And the state of Mass said ‘Enough’.
And, um – we needed this ‘change’…. which is now enough to tank that damned healthcare bill.
Last night I dreamt that I was driving over several very large icy areas on a road. Here’s an attempt at interpretation via several online sources.
Driving: To dream that you are driving a vehicle signifies your life’s journey and your path in life. The dream is telling of how you are moving and navigating through life. If you are driving and cannot see the road ahead of you, then it indicates that you do not know where you are headed in life and what you really want to do with yourself. You are lacking direction and goals.
Ice: To dream of ice, generally betokens much distress, and evil-minded persons will seek to injure you in your best work. Dreams about ice often mean that you are nervous about a real life endeavor. If you dream of standing on cracking ice (or falling through ice into water), it is a warning against trying to advance at the expense of others.
Here are  15 interesting facts about dreams. This one’s got some pretty good info.
So I’m looking outside right now and thinking my guy and I may not get to play our previously scheduled game of tennis today after all. Of course the sun has been out for 2 straight days and the temps have been in the mid-60’s, but let us plan something and the rain will surely come a little earlier than forecasted. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see if we’ll be able to bop the ball.
Lucid Delusions
More dreams last night. But bad ones, bad bad. I’ll detail the worst one.
A good friend of mine’s husband was accidentally ran over by a car. My daughter had driven the car that took him down. She didn’t know she’d hit anyone and freaked out when she was told. The guy, to which I’ll give a fictitious name of Steve, had a few people standing over him. Those people were traumatized by what Steve looked like, and quickly moved away from him.
Steve was left all alone laying on what had now turned into a dirt road in my dream. Not even thinking about it, I ran up to him and knelt down beside him. It quickly hit me what was so traumatizing about his appearance. The entire left side of his head was missing. He was obviously in shock and I realized he would be expiring soon. He was still attempting to get up and was speaking in words that couldn’t be understood. I did my best at making his last few moments as calm as possible, holding him and cradling his head in my arms – and the blood, my God all that blood. It didn’t matter to me though, what was of utmost importance was him having someone there with him during those last few moments of his life.
Flash-forward to another scene in the dream, where Steve was alive and walking around. He still was missing the large portion of his skull, though it had now healed. At least this provides a little consolation to an otherwise horrible Stephen King-flavored dream. I won’t even attempt to interpret this one.
Addendum:
Ironic as it may be, I just received this link in an email from my father-in-law, who doesn’t even know about my dream and does not read this blog. Dirt Roads
Dream weaving
I had the strangest set of dreams last night. If you’re thinking ‘oh no, not another one of those dream interpretation blogs’ you’re absolutely right on.
I dreamt I was outside, standing in front of what I believe to have been either a clothesline pole or some sort of large yard stake. A carefully constructed spider web was built on this, stretching from one end of the T all the way to the center. It’s hard to explain, but it was the thickest web I’ve ever seen. Using my forefinger and thumb I tried to pry it away, but it was so sticky and would not budge. It got stuck to my fingers a time or two, but I was never able to pry it from whatever it was adhered to. I remember looking constantly for the spider, anyone who knows me is well aware that I am terrified of spiders. But the spider wasn’t there, or at least never made an appearance.
From dreammoods.com
To see a web in your dream, represents your desire to control everything around you. Alternatively, it could suggest that you are being held back from fully expressing yourself. You may feel trapped and do not know what to do or where to go. The dream may also be symbolic of your social network of acquaintances on the world wide web.
This also got me to thinking about the Indian dream catchers. Could this dream have anything to do with those? I don’t believe so. Dream catchers have a woven web in the center – to catch and filter the bad dreams away from the child. And when the feathers moved while the child slept, the parents knew that beautiful dreams were entering his or her reality.
More often than not, a spiders web symbolizes responsibilities or something we feel caught up in. As the interpretation above states, it could express moments when you feel trapped, inhibited, or otherwise feel unable to move… as in a spiders web. I also feel it could possibly represent getting ‘spun up’ in a certain situation. An overall broader analogy could signify entanglement and the general complexities of life.
I do pay close attention to my dreams, suffice it to say that it’s actually saved my ass a time or two. I read somewhere that dreaming is a vital function of life. Although I’m unsure of the authenticity of that statement – I believe they do serve some sort of purpose, and occur for a reason.
Photo courtesy of vladstudio.com
Dream breakers
Giant record-breaking waves are crashing in Hawaii as we speak. A surfer’s paradise, they say. Full story
Whenever I hear talk of huge waves, I’m instantly taken back to the dreams I used to have. Those terrible tidal wave dreams.
As a kid, I constantly worked at mastering my dreams. Mastering to me meant the skill of waking myself up on a whim during an intense nightmare. The ability to distinguish dreamworld from reality, while you still reside in said dreamworld, is not an easy feat. Sometimes I was successful, other times I wasn’t. I can say that more often than not – the scales usually tipped in my favor.
Whenever I would have these ‘wave dreams’, I was never in the same environment. Sometimes it was in a rental house – other times a hotel, or even a restaurant. One thing remained a constant, though – I was always right there on the coast when it ‘came’.
I would see it coming in the distance, far enough away to give me that gut-wrenching 60 seconds or so of impending doom. I would know I’d met my fate, and realized I must accept that those were to be the last few moments of my life. Depending on my location, sometimes I would try to run away from it – this often bought me a few extra seconds. Other times I would just accept my fate and let the water consume me.
Anyone who knows me knows that I love to analyze dreams. This one’s no exception, so here goes.
To see a tidal wave in your dream represents an overwhelming emotional issue that demands attention. You may have been keeping your feelings and negative emotions bottled up inside for too long. On a positive note, the tidal wave symbolizes the clearing away of old beliefs. If you are carried away by the tidal wave, then it signifies that you are ready to make a brand new start in a new place.
Interpretation courtesy http://dreammoods.com
The picture I found below most closely resembles what I’ve seen in my dreams – from the sheer mass of the wave in front of me right down to the color. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a tidal wave nightmare. Now that I really think about it, I haven’t had one in over a year and a half. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’ll never have another one – but for the time being, I believe that signifies a certain hurdle or set of obstacles I’ve overcome.
Full frontal view. Comin' straight at ya, baby.
Wanted
This morning the river is a dark blueish gray, calm enough – with the bottom of the sky stark-white leading up to the very darkest-of-dark stormy grays. It casts a hue that mutes down and darkens the colors on almost everything around you. It could almost be a scene pulled straight out of the movie Dolores Claiborne.
At the risk of sounding psychotic, I’ve decided to write of my experience last night. Once in a while I’ll have an incident that’s caught somewhere between my conscious and subconscious, and lingers with me for awhile. This was one of those times.
I barely slept at all – mainly because of this kickass cold I’ve got going on. I was awake every hour, stealing a glance at the clock every so often even though I tried not to. About 3am, my eyes made out my two-piece dresser in front of me – which spans almost to the ceiling by itself, and has a picture and a plant on top. The moon outside my window created an almost flawless image on it. It was the image of a woman, with a pair of lone arms wrapped around her.
I was mesmerized by it. No, I was not delusional from being sick (or otherwise, lol). I hadn’t taken any meds before bed. It was simply captivating in it’s own serenity. The being who’s arms embraced the woman remained completely hidden behind her; never needing to be unveiled fully to prove their importance to her. The mere presence was felt even stronger by means of residing in the shadows.
The feeling it gave me goes beyond what I’m able to put into words. Warm… peaceful. I couldn’t look away, and didn’t want to – for fear I would lose this most precious site before me, or that it would suddenly reform into something else.
Demi Moore is doing a huge ad campaign for her new perfume, Wanted. I watched a few videos last night, and I won’t argue the fact they probably decided to hang around in my subconscious. ‘What does it mean to you, to be wanted?’ she asked. Such a thought-provoking question. There are endless possibilities as to the answers – on multiple levels. So, I’m taken back to what I originally thought when I first saw that image.
This was the form of a woman who was Wanted.
Life of Bon 
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