I keep having clusters of dreams with themes attached. I just transitioned from one theme to a new one, and now I kinda want the old theme back even though it was driving me a little craaaaaaaazy. (No, I won’t be telling you what that one was. But think of things that might drive me crazy and insert one in your mind.)
The new theme is: being pulled over by the cops.
Today’s dream was complicated at best, because of all the subtleties. I’m not adding in all the subtleties here but suffice it to say the location of the dream makes this VERY complex and confusing.
It’s dark, and Dawg and I are just arriving back “home” from a long road trip. Except “home” is Vermont and where we stop is a student-parking-only spot on the property’s edge of my high school. Dawg gets out and wanders off to work (?) so I move to the driver’s side and know that I am in a spot I can’t be in, but I also can’t be in the general parking lot of the school because it’s not open right now so the gate to the lot is up. I move my car to a space across from the gate, the one free space along that road, since many other cars are parked there as well. For some reason I have no pants on, just a long shirt, and I don’t have my license or wallet. I adjust mirrors and the seat so that I can actually drive the vehicle any distance. When I’m done I turn the car back on to leave, at which time a cop behind me turns on his lights. I turn my car back off and we have a conversation about why I’m parked there. He doesn’t care, and issues me a $201 ticket for parking where I shouldn’t. I say to him, “I will pay this on two conditions: (first condition I don’t remember) and secondly, please ticket all these other people who are also parked here.” He looks embarrassed but then decides that I need some sort of help and takes me to the police station.
Suddenly I’m in a room with people who are saying that Dawg is abusing me and I need to break free from him. I look at them all like they’re crazy and I say “I have no idea where you’re getting this impression, I love that man and he is REALLY good to me!” and then Georgie scratched my face to wake me up so that was the end of the dream.
What the hell?
Oh. I think this means we’re going to have seven years of prosperity and seven years of famine, so we need to start stocking the granaries and… oh wait. Wrong dream… I’ll get back to you.;-) seriously? I think this means your okay with where you are and are slightly incredulous at the idea that others might question that. I’d say more, but I’m commenting from my phone. Annoying…
“You’re okay.”
Sounds to me like this is about your work situation. You’re looking for your spot, you just haven’t found a good one yet and you’re feeling kind of vulnerable (no pants). And possibly don’t like the idea that you’re not working right now – or think that people are judging you for it (this is contrary to what Faiqa says, but I’ll take my chances).
I have no idea what the stuff with Dawg is about. Perhaps because you left a job to move to NYC to be with him and now you were laid off of the NY job? Dunno.
I had an idea a couple of months back to keep a dream diary by our bed. Each morning the goal would be to frantically jot down everything I could remember before it disappeared forever.
Yeah, that didn’t happen. Still, I’d still like to do it at some point. I think it would make for interesting reading for a future me. Or something.
I just think Georgie was scratching you longer than you think so it took some turn to scratching/ abuse and maybe you were half conscious thinking, “I’ll have scratches on my face!” or whatever and that translated to others thinking you were being abused.
Or, that is how it would totally be for me.
I think what Finn says makes sense. Of course, it could all mean nothing.
I have crazy dreams, too. I think, sometimes, I’m going to write them all down, but then I always forget.
When I was in school, I had dream after dream after dream that one of my best friends killed me. It was a different method every time though. Shot, stabbed, ran over, strangled, hung, pushed off a cliff, you name it, I died by it! I think I would rather have been pulled over by the cops!!
PS- My friend never really hurt me IRL. He is awesomesauce!
I hate crazy dreams! I have them all the time… That’s a crazy one. But at least you weren’t wearing pants. That’s cool.
I just read that taking B6 supplements can lead to vivid dreams. I don’t know that it’s true, and mine are vivid enough without vitamins. (The other night I dreamed my buddy was making knock-off Chinese antiques.)