- Mental Health
I dream in color of action-filled adventures.
Last night I had another weird and unusual dream. I was in a strange city and I was flying a single engine plane only 30 to 40 feet above the streets. The city was under attack and chaos reigned. Occasionally a beat-up burning car fell from the sky.
I decided to leave the city and so I maneuvered to fly over a highway (still flying low) and ahead and to the left, another burning car was falling and debris was shooting everywhere. People were ducking and covering their heads. An older gentleman was almost hit. I took his arm (even though I was flying a plane and he was walking on the ground, hahaha) and I told him to turn around and run back into the city. We somehow moved along together arm in arm (me flying a plane and him running on the street) and we ducked behind the first tall building so that it would shield us from the debris.
Do you dream action-filled dramas? Do your dreams usually take place in the city or in the country? Mine usually take place in the city (even though in real life I am a country girl).
Now here is the really strange part. My dear friend Cathy and I often dream similar dreams on the same night, independently of each other; she lives about 30 miles away and we talk on the phone once or twice a week, mostly about our mosaic work.
When, during the course of a conversation, I began to describe this crazy dream to her, she related the dream she had, on the same night, also about me flying a plane!
In her dream, she and her boy friend were at a large party in an elegant house built on a cliff overlooking the ocean. My husband and I were at the same party and we were surprised to see each other.
My friend and I walked out on the deck to admire the view of the moonlight shining on the ocean and one of her earrings fell down the cliff. She heard it plink as it landed. We both leaned over the railing and looked down and there was a wrecked small plane imbedded into the cliff and the earring had fallen into the plane. I insisted that we both climb down the cliff (in our party dresses and high-heeled shoes) and retrieve the earring.
Once we clambered into the plane, I decided to fly it. She protested, I insisted, and I fired up the engine and we soared away over the ocean. She was nervous and I reassured her that we were fine. Then I said that when we tried to land, that’s when there would likely be a problem. Hahahaha.
I dreamed this next one long ago and it was so vivid, so real, that it’s as if I dreamed it only last night. We lived in our old house in Georgetown, and my friend Jo and I were folding laundry in the kitchen. My husband lay sleeping, face down, in the next room, barefoot, clad only in Levis. He appeared to be 19 years old again, the age he was when we met.
I stepped out a side door and flapped a large white sheet. A movement caught my eye and I glanced to my right down into the backyard. I saw an awesome sight. Seven great owls spiraled down and landed in the backyard. Larger than humans, they had thick iridescent feathers in shades of copper, gold, bronze, brown, blue, emerald, and amethyst. Although owl-like in appearance, some facial features were human.
The leader, Erma, spoke to me without words. I turned and led them into the kitchen. They strode majestically to the round dining table and each took a seat. Jo and her husband Jon joined them. My husband rose from the bed, stretched languidly and also took a seat at the table.
I searched frantically for cups and saucers in order to serve them tea. They calmly discussed the secrets of the universe with my friends and my husband, not quite within my hearing. In the wooden rack on the drain board were several sugar bowls and creamers made of dainty porcelain with real gold rims and tiny pink and yellow flowers on a white background. No cups or saucers were to be found. I became so frustrated! Erma looked at me disapprovingly and the owl creatures rose and departed. I cried despairingly after them, Wait! Wait! It was my one chance to learn the secrets of the universe and I blew it!
Posters on a message board I visit are discussing their dreams about houses. It seems that this is a common theme. Here are my dreams that I have regularly about houses. One I lived in as a small child, and the other I have seen only in my dreams.
The first was in the country outside of Rosenthal (somewhere in central Texas). It was a huge 3-story mansion with massive fluted columns and had been abandoned and allowed to decay and slowly disintegrate over many years. All the white paint had peeled off revealing grey weathered wood. Some of the wooden floors had holes where you could look down into a dark basement.
Two or three ground floor rooms in one wing were still livable (barely). My mom, dad and I rented these rooms and lived there briefly. My mother told me to never go into the other rooms, which I did every chance I got. I remember playing in front of an enormous stone fireplace with some broken china on the floor, little white porcelain cups with pink and yellow roses. One of the rooms we rented was a dining room with a table about 40 feet long; we ate at one end, the three of us.
The other house I dream is a one-story ranch, large, modern, airy and beautiful. This one I have not seen in real life. I wander through the house in my dream, admiring all that I see, lovely furniture, fresh flowers, large windows. Then I turn and go down a long hall with bedrooms and bathrooms on both sides, all neglected and dusty, and the bathrooms are leaking and flooded. In my dream I'm upset because there's no place in good enough condition for guests to stay.
Lastly, for many years I suffered a night terror. Sound asleep, I would suddenly jolt awake. Hovering in the darkness above my head would be the face of a white tiger. The beast snarled soundlessly and its menacing aspect struck me with a paralyzing fear. I would whimper and my husband would wake up and ask what's wrong and the tiger's face would disappear. These dreams lasted for years and then stopped for no obvious reason, never to return.
My youngest granddaughter has colorful, action-packed dreams. She recently dreamed that the end of the world was happening and she was a Megalodon, frantically swimming to and fro in the ocean, being pursued by men in a large ship; the men were attempting to kill her with harpoons. I asked her, wonder why you didn't just dive deep and escape them? and she laughed and said she didn't know; she just kept swimming on the surface. I found it strange that she would dream that she was a huge shark. I can understand people dreaming that they are threatened by a shark, but I never heard of people dreaming that they WERE a shark.
My latest dream went like this: We (my group of friends) are all together, on vacation in Europe. It's time to pack and leave for home and the dream involves the usual confusion of lost luggage, wrong directions, missed connections, etc. like it is sometimes in dreams.
Next we are all sitting in an outdoor cafe, waiting to leave for the airport. There is a row of plants, recently planted in fresh mulch. One of them leans over. Brenda, one of my friends, who is well-known for her gardening skills, hurriedly attempts to set it straight. It slowly leans back over. Brenda assertively sets it straight again and she moves a huge rock over to prop the plant upright. She pushes and pushes on the rock and suddenly the ground opens up, revealing an enormous void. It's not a dark void, as one would expect, but full of blue sky and light. The stone hurtles down through the void and we all follow, head first, whirling about, like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
Do you dream in color? I do. I would love to hear about your dreams. It's fascinating to analyze our dreams, and it's certainly not an exact science, but I believe our dreams give us insight into what is secretly bothering us or what we want that eludes us.
Apparently I was meant to fly and should have taken flying lessons long ago. I desire knowledge and I sometimes feel excluded. I'm a risk-taker and sometimes make bad decisions. There are areas of my life that need to be changed. That's what the above-mentioned dreams mean to me. What do your dreams mean to you?
I would love to hear about your unusual dreams. Do you believe that during sleep, our mind tries to work out problems that we have during the waking hours? Do you think that dreams carry warnings?
A fascinating hubpage about owls: http://hubpages.com/hub/Owls-Creatures-of-Magic-and-Legend
Last night -- May 31, 2014 -- my granddaughter Renee (14) had a beautiful dream. She dreamed that we were all on an enormous spaceship moving toward a new planet that would become our new home. The spaceship was a giant bubble and contained houses, open fields, and animals and all this floated upon a beautiful ocean. She said our houses were big individual houses like the ones we live in now, but they were environmentally friendly. She went for a walk in the woods and there were animals everywhere, tigers and all, and they were not threatening. I asked her if there was anything bad in the dream, any threat or danger, and she said No, that the entire dream was peaceful and wonderful and the best dream she ever had.
Last night, April 5, 2015, I dreamed that a dear friend, Lori, and I were teenagers and lived in the same small town. She sent me a text with a picture of a Peace rose and the history of how it was developed in France and cuttings of it were sent to other countries to save it during the war. A piece of it went out on the last plane to the US before the German invasion. What does this mean?