Weird Dreams: Release or Warning
Mixed Emotions About Weird Dreams
Weird dreams can often leave us with mixed emotions. I don’t always remember my dreams. Sometimes when I do remember I can only recall bits and pieces of it. Perhaps this is a good thing as the dreams I remember the most about are usually disturbing. I know most dreams are only a form of release. It’s our subconscious mind giving us something different to think about. These dreams are only a break from reality which most of us need. However, I have always been blessed with certain dreams I thought to be warning signs. I only need to pay attention to its meaning. Coincidence or not warnings were there.
I am uncertain what triggers a series of weird dreams. I have been told by others that if we eat some kinds of foods shortly before bedtime, it may cause weird dreams. Cheese will often have this kind of effect on me. I don’t always have to eat anything to bring on these dreams. Certain stress levels or worries can cause unpleasant dreams. I suppose it entirely depends on the dreamer as to why we dream about certain things. I have learned if I concentrate on pleasant things or read something without much drama before I go to sleep, my dreams will usually be pleasant, but there are exceptions to this rule. Television and movies will sometimes have an effect on dreams. When I was a kid I could not watch The Wizard of Oz, without having nightmares. I’ll bet that old witch chased more than one kid in their sleep. Quite often it was her monkeys chasing me. My kids were fairly old before I’d let them watch The Wizard of Oz. I’m not sure how old I was before the movie had no effect on my dreams.
Not everyone has reason to believe a dream is any more than a dream. If they dream of deceased loved ones it is only a welcome visit from someone they miss. It could be the only reason I dream of loved ones passed on, but the coincidence of losing yet another person after having a deceased individual present in my dreams makes me think I’m getting a warning sign. Dream interpretation has always been a very serious thing for me depending on the dream. A gift of dreams can forewarn us of any future events. I have too many reasons for thinking this way with analyzing my own dreams. Perhaps I should be writing down dates certain dreams occur and what the dream is about. I have wrote about many of my dreams and what I thought they meant, but I plan to do this more often.
A Series of Weird Dreams I had Recently
I have had nights were I have a weird dream, wake up and return to sleep only to have another weird dream. Last night was one of those nights. The series of weird dreams I had last night were more disturbing to me, because in three separate dreams I was visited by three separate deceased loved ones.
The first dream I was wandering through the corridors of a huge building much like a school or a hospital with halls and many doors. I met an old friend there who died back in 1990. She was my best friend, Dawn. I miss her dearly, but in over twenty two years I have only had her visit me one other time in a dream. Several brief encounters I see Dawn in this dream. I walk into a room to find her surfing through papers like such in a business office. It was as if I could not remember she was deceased. I said to her, “Why haven’t you called? Where have you been?” She said, “They wouldn't let me call anyone. I can’t talk now I’m in a hurry.” She left the room with a clipboard and went down the hall stopping at what looked like a nursing station at a hospital which I had not noticed before. Then she is out of my sight. I walk through the halls looking for her. I see her one more time. She gives me quick hug and says “I’m sorry. Can’t talk, there’s no time.” I woke up. I got up, went to the bathroom, got a drink and was not the least bit alarmed by this dream. I went back to bed.
The second dream was a bit more disturbing. I was accepted to a school I had never applied to. My mother was given all the information to relay to me. She shows me the paperwork. My mom passed away in 2006. This is the first dream I can recall my mom visiting me, but on with the dream. I was to travel to a school about forty miles away with a young girl in her early twenties. I don’t know this girl, but in the dream I knew her well. We get to the school only to be ushered into a big room much like a library. We are all thinking this is to inform us of our classes we are taking. Then an authority figure comes into the room advising us to be careful and there are thugs wanting to harm us. I can’t find the girl I came with. I flee the room. I walk into this basement like room with pipes along the walls and the ceiling. It is a huge empty room with only a big dog walking around in there. The dog pays no attention to me and I notice a door with a window in it leading out to the parking lot. I hurry out to find my car. I find my car only it is an old rusty pick-up truck possibly of the 70 era. I leave the parking lot, but I end up stopping at a small building where some friendly men are taking a lunch break. I soon discover they are friends with the thugs I was fleeing from. I leave there and find myself beside a big truck garage. A log truck pulls out and stops in front of me. I’m standing on the passenger side of the truck. The driver I catch a glimpse of is my grand-daughter’s boyfriend. I then notice my grand-daughter standing beside me. I wake up. I look at my alarm clock. The time is 5:55. Had I not had the day off I would have set the alarm for 5:30. If I don’t have to get up I often will try to lay there until at least 6:30 hoping to catch an extra hour of sleep. I should have gotten up, because the next dream is even weirder.
In the third dream I am traveling on a dirt road. My son is with me this time. We stop at a house to visit with a family we have never seen. They have a small child with something wrong with its hip. The mother takes caution holding the little one as not to hurt it. We then go up the road to their neighbor’s house. The neighbor has an older child with something wrong with its hip. I have no idea if either child is a boy or a girl. The neighbor also has adults there with problems walking. This dream just keeps getting weirder yet. The neighbor asks us to take our underwear off only without removing our outside garments. We have to pull them up and cut them free from us. These people have this weird theory that underwear has led to their disabilities. Then from across the room I catch a glimpse of my dad, only I don’t actually see his face or hear his voice. I only know he’s my dad. I see him from the shoulders down with the same build as my dad and clothes like I have seen him wear. In my mind I know this is my dad. Before I have a chance to approach him I wake up. My dad passed away in 2003.
Release or Warning?
I don’t remember ever having a series of dreams like this before. I could clearing recall most of each dream. I don’t normally have dreams close together where a deceased loved one is visiting me. I love and miss them, but I can’t help but think there is reason to take this as a warning about something or all three would not have been visiting me on the same day. I hope I am wrong. Release dreams are often weird. Could these dreams be merely release? It’s possible. I don’t recall eating anything to bring these dreams to play. I had fairly pleasant thoughts when I fell to sleep. Some of my own theories have already been ruled out as to what triggered these dreams. Is this a release or a warning? Good question.
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