I'm on a mission to solve a mystery. The mysterious disappearance of my dreams. Not the "hopes and dreams" kind of dreams but actual dreams that I'm supposed to have when I'm asleep. I can't remember the last time I dreamt and it's a little disturbing to me.
I used to have amazing, vivid and thorough dreams. I dreamt in full color with full story lines and a very good attention to detail. I would wake from my dreams and sometimes think about them all day. Not all the dreams were good, some were scary while others were funny and there were some that never made any sense. I used to be able to fly. I would start by running and then take off into the sky. I would glide for a while and then have to flap my arms like a bird to stay afloat. I loved it, it was unbelievable. I was so into my dreams that at one point I bought a dream book and attempted to analyze what my dreams meant.
That's a pretty funny experience. For instance, a dream about death isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, according to my dream book, death is rarely a bad omen. There are all kinds of different ways it can be interpreted depending on what you actually see in your dream. One dream can have you flipping all over the dream book trying to piece it all together. My dream about flying actually represented my ambitions. If I was successful at flying, which I was most of the time, it meant that I could expect to achieve my ambitions without too much difficulty. The dream book can really surprise you when you think you know what your dreams mean. But, who the hell knows? I don't know what kind of credentials the dream book people hold. How do they know what your dream means? It's anybody's best guess really.
But, as silly a past time as "decoding" dreams is, I seriously wish I had some dreams to look up. I don't know what has happened to my amazing dreams. They've vanished without a trace. I don't know if I'm not sleeping well enough to have dreams or I'm having them and just not remembering or if I have early stage dementia and I'll be a vegetable soon. Either way, I would really like to know how to get my dreams back! I would really hate to think that my mind has stopped being creative. Maybe too much TV or too much junk food has got my brain all gunked up. Maybe my subconscious mind has stopped trying to clue my conscious mind in on what's really going on inside me because it knows I never listen. Maybe Joe just snores so loud that it scares my subconscious mind away.
I need my dreams. I'm on a mission to find them again. It may take a while to find the culprit that stole my sweet slumber stories but I'm going to narrow them down one by one. I think I need to start with a good night's sleep. I need to go to bed when I'm actually tired. I need to kick the dogs out of the bed. I can not be a slave to them! I may even have to kick Joe out for a night to see if that helps. Then I need to ditch the alarm clock and let my body wake up naturally and peacefully. The jolt of the alarm clock at 5:30am blaring Bon Jovi surely can't help when I'm trying to remember what I'd just dreamt about. At that point all I can remember is, "It's my life, it's now or never..."
Wish me luck on my new quest. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. And to all of you I wish sweet dreams.
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Oh Trish, not to worry, they will come back. I have always enjoyed my dreams & always wanted a dream book -- you'll have to let me know about that. My dreams seem to have come and go, too, over the years, but last night was a beaut!
I was dreaming of my oh-so-tabloid love affair with the new Yankee Rookie Pitcher sensation, Joba Chamberlain and all 22 years old of him, and although I was still 48, I had my 27 year old body once again --- you're gonna love this one --- he was cradling my head in his lap, caressing my hair and face, nuzzing up to me real close --- while he started to apply mascara to my long, luxurious eyelashes.
That's when he missed and poked me in the eye. Needless-to-say, I woke up.
Ah reality, I think Richard poked me in the eye to stop me from moaning or snoring, I'm still not sure but my right eye is still red and sore! Love You! Aunt L.
It's so funny that you posted this blog because just the other day I was talking about the same thing. I don't have dreams anymore. The last dream I had that I can remember was when Peyton was first born and it was an awful dream that I won't even talk about. It's really weird. I wish my dreams would come back but only if they are good ones!
Well Aunt, I consulted the dream book and this is what it has to say for your dream:
"See yourself admired and you could lose useful friends thanks to your own vanity. Admiring others spells unhappiness."
Not such a great interpretation. I do love that in your dream your lover was applying your mascara. That's hot! LOL...
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