INTERPRETING YOUR DREAMSHave you ever had a dream so profound, so vivid that you to this day wonder if there was any meaning to it? Have you ever dreamt that you were falling - and actually landed? Have you ever dreamt you were getting ready for work just to wake up and find out you have to do it all over again? My good friend Tiffany Johns had carved out her own li'l webspace on the Internet for a weblog called Constant Meditation, and she shared a little about her own curiousities about dreams. On her blog there was a link to a site that has a Dream Dictionary on it. Always fascinated by the nature of dreams myself, I bookmarked the site for the one morning the images in my head didn't vaporize when I woke up. Well, this morning after calling to wish my cousin Shanna Wiley a happy birthday, I remembered bits and pieces of my dream last night (or shall i say, this morning). Knowing how elusive dreams tend to be, I logged on to my cybershrink to see what it has to say about it.
The Interlude
I have been searching for ways gain financial freedom for a while now. Other than investing in mutual funds and the stock market, contributing to my 401k and placing a bet or two on football games, I have only broke even thus far. Like last night while playing online poker, money comes and goes as quickly as our dreams. Just like that, I started with $200, within an hour bluffed my way to $1000, got complacent and cocky and retired for the night in the hole. Three hands and I wiped out my $800 profit and my $200. Damn. Failures in life can become tantamount in maintaining the drive to succeed. There have been times I almost accepted a fate of making mediocre income and just enjoying the dependent-free life with my world's greatest friends. I sometimes wanted to just tap and plop on this laptop in an attempt to find the one. And then there were times I just wanted to stack my dough every three to five years and just travel, maintaining my nomadic lifestyle.
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The Bits & Pieces We sat down at some eatery and another girl walked up to us asking how to get to some obscure address. I looked it up on a map (which came out of nowhere), found the place and gave her precise directions. I then walked to the back of the eatery to refill my water and noticed four irons sitting on a shelf next to where I was pouring me some water. That's when I heard Li'l Jon blaring in my ear, my alarm on my cell phone waking me up before I could continue the dream and finish talking with the girls. So, curious to what those images mean, I go to my laptop (after waking up; not in my dream) and looked up the Dream Dictionary. To my surprise, this is what I found:
I guess all we can really gather from our dreams are that they may be more than just nighttime entertainment as our bodies heal. There may be some hidden messages hidden in the images and a life's lesson in them, and maybe we weren't given the intuition to translate them for everyday use. The Dream Dictionary is as close as we can get, and all we can do is hope that it's accurate. Perhaps after remember a string of dreams can we get a better idea what our minds are telling us while we sleep. Tying together a handful of episodes may expose a fear we need to address or an opportunity we need to exercise. My unexpert translation? I'm convinced the bus I missed in my dream was taking me to the promiseland, but as usual, I got off course because of a woman. And just when we sit down to have a drink, another girl comes along and I'm remapping the new direction I'm heading in. The iron? Well, that was my brain telling me to wake up soon because we have to get ready for the day job.
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