Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Well, winter is back.....(sigh) After some "nice" days last week in the 30's and 40's, we're back to snow, ice, and very cold weather.
I hate to admit it, but John was right: Back in October, when I was complaing about how cold it was, he said, "you wait.... a few months from now, you'll be outdoors with just a sweater on in these temperatures." OK, so sometimes he can be right....but, anything below is 60 degrees is "freezing" to me.

Stefani wrote about having dreams about Bruce Springstein in her February 23rd journal entry. That was the same day that Stephanie wrote about having a nightmare about being in labor. That got me thinking more about what dreams mean. Are they our subconscious trying tell us something?

I decided to do a little researching on dream interpretation. My first thought was to go to dreams.com. After all, that's where you would think there would be information about dreams. Instead I was in for a surprise! (The type of suprise you get if you go to whitehouse.com!) Anyhow, after closing a hundred pop up windows, I ran a search for "dream interpretation" instead.

I had no idea how many sites there were dream interpretations! 45,900 results in Yahoo's search alone! DreamMoods appeared to be a safe site. It had a lot of interesting information. Like, did you know that an average person spends six years of their lifetime dreaming? Did you know that everyone dreams, even if they never recall their dreams? What I found really interesting was that within 5 minutes of your dream, you can not recall half of it, and within ten minutes, you can not recall 90% of it. I wonder why that is....?

When I had night terrors after the car accident, I couldn't remember a lot of details when I woke up. (And I didn't want to either!) All I could recall was running, and trying to scream, but being so terrified that I couldn't make any noise. Actually, I was making noise, and John would wake me up when I woke him up screaming. I'd wake up, and my heart would be racing, my leg muscles were cramped, and I was sweating, just as if I had been running for a long time. I woke up screaming night after night, until I got to the point where I didn't want to go to sleep. The lack of sleep made matters worse. My headache became more intense, and I was more irritable. If anyone made any unnecessary noise, I wanted to scream at them. This went on for almost a week until I visited my doctor again. He prescribed something to help me sleep and the nightmares stopped. (At least I don't remember having any.) Unfortunately, it made me drowsy all the time, so we had to switch to something else.

I've had a couple of dreams in the past couple of weeks that perhaps someone can interpret and see if it has a hidden meaning :

What I recall of one of the dreams is that my bunny had been stolen, and I was with the parents of the 80's sitcom "Family Ties", played by Marideth Baxter Birney and Michael Gross. I did not have the feeling that I was watching TV, or that I was acting. They were just trying to tell me something. They were saying something like "it's not about the rabbit...". I really have no clue what that was about, since I haven't watched Family Ties in years and years.

The other dream was sort of a nightmare and I recalled more details.

At first I was at work, and I was in a meeting with 2 people in sales. Next, my current boss was accusing me of something I didn't do.... I don't know what...I just recall that it wasn't logical. While he was talking, I was getting irritated because someone was playing music loudly, and it kept getting louder and louder. I went into the next room to ask them to turn it down, and there were people there, dressed in white robes with some sort of emblems. They were complaining that I was making too much noise. I didn't know who these people were, so I quickly left the room, and the rest of the building was empty. That's when I woke up, so I don't know what happened next. I just woke up feeling creepy.........

OK, if anyone knows how to interpret dreams, please let me know.

Sweet dreams and thanks for reading!
Ann Marie
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