Ponder Place

Lisa wrote:

Do you think dreams are more of the fears we have in real life coming out in a dream…or do you think they are more of fact…Kind of like they are trying to tell us something….or both? I have some pretty crazy dreams and have always wondered about them.

My best estimation is that dreams are facts about our fears (so both?). Periodically I like to write down interesting dreams. We will use my previously recorded dreams for this exercise. Then a brief explanation of what it might be saying…

Exhibit One

[date unknown]
I lived in my own house, and I guess previously I had messed with some girls and she turned psycho on me (I did not know at the time) anyway she sacrifices her body just to fit herself into this little lamp so she could get into my house and watch my activity’s. This was all an effort so that her “followers”/”helpers” could “Attack” my house. When I caught onto her I pulled off the lamp shade and could see her small hollowed out beady eyes. I broke the clay shell of the lamp and there was foam inside it (illustration on page 003 of dream book)

We (my friends, I guess) were looking for her body that should have been the lamp somewhere. Carefully cutting the foam away, doing so slowly as not to cut her body, if she had any we could save. It was like she was so consumed with hate she had sacrificed her soul just to infiltrate my house to get info on me.

Best Guess

I’ve got nothing. Just a plain ol’ weird dream.

Exhibit Two

[date unknown]
I was at a small strip mall down by a Maceys grocery store and they had this telemarketing type of setup and the owner or manager whatever he was, was the ref from Comedy Sportz and he was mean to me. I guess I had been there for the first part of getting this Cutco job and he did not think I could ever get a job. I walked in there and he told me some stuff along the line of “you should not be in here, get out!” and I left and was walking across the parking lot with some guy I don’t even know and he is in a business suit and tie and has a briefcase with him. Coming towards us (walking by) this girl and her mom, the girl started making fun of the guy and so I punched her and called her names.

Best Guess

I have a problem with comedy clubs (which is what Comedy Sportz is). More frequently than not, when i go to a comedy club, i end up on the bad side of the comedian. I tell myself that this happens because I’m funnier than they are, its just a natural defense for them to be jerks to me. Thats just a guess, I have no idea why this happens. So the guy in my dream is one of these comedians. Not only is he denying me in reality, but this is transfered to my dream.

I end up punching the girl in the end, she was a real jerk to make fun of the well dressed man walking with me. She deserved it, and maybe by punching her, i was getting back at the comedian as well. Not in a direct way, but i perceive both to be jerks, so i get back at what they each represent.

Exhibit Three

[date unknown]
I don’t remember it to well but I somehow dug into the ground and into the molten lava except the lava was not liquid and I repelled down into these maze like holes which intertwined with other holes we’d dug. I was on this team of people who went down into hell to fight the devil, it was fun I remember that much, I loved swinging down those long windy tunnels that we dug.

Best Guess

The Satan Assassin Squad, seriously, have you ever heard anything more cool than that? You haven’t, thats a fact. The dream did not consist of any Satan fighting. It was my understanding in the dream that this is what we were doing. But the actual activity I experienced in the dream was swiftly descending down these vast tunnels.

Exhibit Four

2005.09.13 - 6:30am

During the night I had a very interesting dream. I don’t recall what we did or what we were doing. But we finished and the people I was with were leaving, when i noticed that what we were doing started a fire.

So i had a plastic case in my hand, and I don’t specifically remember what I had, but i think it was my microphone case. I used that to suffocate a few patches of flames. But I knew this was not going to work. I looked around and found that whatever we had been doing, involved water. Or maybe it was just the irrigation lines. Anyway the people I was with had returned at this point, and we started scooping up water to use on the patches of fire.

It took a bit, as each time we put out a group of flames; we would see that a new group had started further away in the field.

Somehow I’m now back at home. My family is away, and I’m alone there with what seems to be our pet weasel. At one point the weasel climbed in the toilet, after I’d closed the lid, and you could hear it slurping up water.

[Something to understand, in the dream the person that I understand to be my father does not look like my real life dad at all. Not in personality or look. I just understood the person to be my dad.]

Somehow there are multiple “dads” in this dream. One is a good one, another is a bad one. The one that is bad this whole time, I thought was the good one. So that was an interesting realization. The bad one, in my dream, shoots my mom with a shotgun, but there is no visible representation to this, as she acted normal afterward (physically).

Oh, sorry, i forgot to mention, the family was all there now. So they hustle off to a safer part of the house, and i have the break-action shotgun. I’m opening it to try and figure out if the shell in there is spent or not. It’s a .410 shotgun, by the way. So the shell pops out and I’m fumbling with it, but realize it’s empty.

I consider hitting this “bad” dad with the shotgun, but he had a loaded shotgun.

Somehow he is just past the entry to the kitchen. I had picked up a large knife, which had grated cheese stuck to it, and it was messy from cutting cheese. The “bad” dad also had a knife. I consider throwing the knife, but I’m holding it by the handle. So I remember, duh, I’ve thrown knifes before, that would never work, and I turn the knife around so I’m holding the blade. Then I throw it really really hard, and it hits him right in the stomach, sinking all the way in. Then the “bad” dad turns the knife he has, and shoves it into his stomach. Right at that point, my alarm clock went off, so i didn’t get to see how it ended.

When I woke up, my heart was beating HARD, it also effected my breathing a little.

Best Guess

This dream is significant for a few reasons. One of them being that i won. Finally, after all these years of dreams where I am trying so hard to beat the bad guy, or stop them from something, I win. for example, instead of turning the knife the correct way, and successfully getting him with it. Previously I would have just stood there with the handle in my hand, and thought, “okay i need to turn it around and throw it at him”……..and not actually been able to do it, then he would have gotten me.

The other significant thing? I guess it would be that it was physically affecting me so much. I woke up and my heart was going crazy. Physically I was not sweating, or fatigued, except that my heart had been going crazy.

Title image used with permission (permission pending) and courtesy of lorraine, check out the original here.