Dreams are fascinating!
Nov 9, 2007

I meant to write an entry about this dream I had over a week ago. Now I've had another interesting dream today I wanted to talk about, so I'll tell you about both of them, starting with the older one.

Dream #1

Lucid dreams are cool, this one was wicked. I decided to take a nap after putting my son on the bus, I believe it was a Tuesday, my husband was still sleeping in the other room. Yes, it was a Tuesday because I was gonna check my in-game character mail in the game I play, World of Warcraft, but then I remembered it was a patch or maintanence day so I couldn't log on. So, I went to bed. I was awake again playing World of Warcraft, a gnome mage I believe when the game had this really wierd fit that ended up in my character's death, I started to get frustrated when I realized I don't have a gnome character. Then, I remembered that there was no way I could actually be playing wow right now because it was maintanence day. I sat there staring at the computer screen and thought, oh, I'm dreaming! Cool! It's a lucid dream, I thought as I looked around at my living room, blackness tried to consume the picture but I focused on images to keep myself anchored in the dream.

I took and even closer look at my dream living room and realized. I am not really sitting in this chair right now, I'm actually down the hall, in the bedroom, asleep in my bed. I felt like I was in two places at once and my arms and the back of my neck prickled with goose pimples. I *had* to go look at my dream bed to see if I would see myself actually sleeping. I stood up, walked that same path toward the bedroom, having to feel my way around my husband's computer chair as the blackness on the edge of my vision tried to consume the dream images and wake me up again. The chair solidified and I headed down the hall and opened my bedroom door, looked at the bed and then woke up with that same prickly arm feeling. I saw a form in the bed sleeping, but I couldn't tell if I just saw my husband's form, or both of us.

The sixth-sense feeling of the dream was awesome, it was the not only the longest lucid dream I have ever had, but it was also the only lucid dream where I was in the same building where I knew I was sleeping, the only one I've ever had the chance to explore a surrounding I knew in real life. It was downright freaky in an awesome way. It felt more like an out-of-body experience than a dream hehe.

Dream #2

Last time I had a dream like I did today, I was still in Illinois talking about moving out to New York to be with my husband. Back then, the symbols in it were correct. This is a dream where I wake up with certain everyday ordinary things sticking in my mind as though they have meaning beyond them. Now, they say most dream images are that way. However, I have those dreams, then I have these dreams where I just wake up knowing my mind is purposefully calling forth these images to mean something more. It's kind of like the difference between a wierd dream in which you odd things that probably mean something more and then having a dream like that king did, which was predicted by Joseph (bible story). In one, the cows could have meant something more, in the other the cows definitely meant something beyond being cows. Hopefully I haven't lost anyone with that :P

Okay, I've dreamed about plants, I've dreamed about rain before, in those dreams the plants and the rain could have meant something more. When I wake up, I write down the dream and wonder if they were just dream images or if they had deeper, more subtle meanings. The difference between those dreams and what I call my symbol dreams, is that even while I'm dreaming, though it may be ordinary, the dream focuses strongly on these everyday images, they stand out starkly and I wake up just knowing they are important. I don't hope they are important, I don't *want* them to be important, they just are. I'm not just curious to see what these specific things in the dream mean, I *have* to go look them up.

Again, the last time I had a dream like this was over 2 years ago back in Illinois. Also, back then, I had them in clusters until I finally made the move the images indicated, and pretty much what the symbols meant turned out to be true.

This time, I stepped out onto my porch which had long tables on it and planting supplies among other porch-like stuff I didn't really see, they all faded into a uniform brownish-colored background. It was raining, the rain purposefully let in more slowly into my porch. I found myself smiling at the refreshing rain as it leaked into my porch-garden, for that's what this was, a porch turned into an open sort of green house without the actualy green house. I pulled out about five plants still in their little black cartons from the store. I had been keeping them too long in a cabinet on this porch and it was time to plant them. Enter the first stark image, the lush green plants, a few had flowers (white I think). One plant had a dead part I easily cut away and they all had rich, muddy, dark soil. I began repotting them from their store cartons to the more permanent planters I had wanted to put them in all along. The color of the blossoms and such didn't seem important, the images that really grabbed at me was the repotting, the muddy beautifully rich soil and the lush state of the plants, the cabinet to a smaller extent, in that I was pleasantly surprised to see that the plants were still lush despite being left in the cabinet too long.

The feelings in the dream were like delicious freedom, refreshing, luxurious, content, gratitude, just a very one with everything sort of feeling and extreme enjoyment in such simple things. I was very much in love, in love with life, in love with the beautiful downpour of rain, in love with my plants. It was time to go get Michael. I left the porch, no coat, stepping out into the downpour of rain, which was just the right temperature, no breeze to turn it cold. Only one small rumble of thunder quickly quieted, no lightning. I think I started walking through a trailer park to get Michael who was playing with his friends in the rain. Once I found Michael the stark images stopped and it turned into a normal dream which I woke from not really remembering.

So, other than the feeling that I just loved everything and wanted to sing to it all, really delve into my plants and nuture them, and let the rain nurture and love me, the stark images of the dream were the straight, refreshing downpour of rain I let wash over me, the lush green plants, their rich, muddy dark soil I just wanted to feel in my hands as I repotted my plants from store cartons to nice planters, and to a mild extent, the act of freeing them from the cabinet.

I couldn't find anything about what a cabinet, container, storage space might mean, the closest was chains which claims a dream of such indicates the opposite of what you might think. A dream of chains means you will be free of worries very soon. Although chains do not seem to be a good substitute in symbolism, without this being translated by dream dictionaries, I can already tell it was the freedom from the cabinet that was most important in that symbol.

As for the other symbols, they have direct entries in my favourite dream dictionary source: Healthy plants, growing indoors or out, are an omen of general good luck in your current undertakings, and the omen is intensified if the plants were in bloom. However, if they were wilted or in poor condition, they signify a warning of possible difficulties due to careless planning (the only wilted part was easily spotted and cut away in a manner that it was there but as unimportant as the blended background of inconsequentials). A dream of repotting, watering, feeding, or setting out plants is a promise of a contented home life in comfortable circumstances.

Next, the two colors that stood out were the vibrant and lush green of the plants and the soft, comforting background of brown (the cabinet was also brown). Also, to a more minor extent are the tiny white flowers blooming among a few of the plants I was repotting. My favourite dream dictionary had this to say about colors: You can expect increasing security and success in all your affairs if you dreamed of a mixture of bright colors. Individually, or if one color stood out in your dream, the significance is as follows: Blue indicates liberation from worry and/or help from outside sources. Black is an unfavorable omen, unless it is featured in a funeral or other appropriate situation, in which case it forecasts difficulties to be overcome. Brown means money luck. Bright red is a warning to curb your temper; deep red forecasts unexpected good news. Green pertains to travel or news from a distance. Gray indicates a period of marking time. Lavender or mauve foretells minor disappointment or transitory unhappiness. Orange suggests that an expected change in your situation will be delayed. Pink predicts unusually great success. Purple is a forerunner to happy social affairs. Yellow forecasts that setbacks and struggles must be endured before improvement can be achieved. White is a certain promise of success in all that concerns you. Dreams involving people of a color other than your own are generally lucky omens pertaining to money and/or business, unless the people were an exotic shade like green or blue, in which case the dream probably had a digestive origin and no significance.

I'm leaving in parts of the definitions that do not pertain to my dream to illustrate that I do not use a dream dictionary that is all-positive. Some symbols are listed as being bad, some neutral, some just a statement, or some no meaning at all (such as the statement claiming green and blue people in a dream are probably of digestive origin).

Next is the muddy soil: A dream of mud predicts glorious good luck. I looked up dirt too, but the definitions there were such specific actions with dirt that were completely unapplicable to my dream (such as falling into dirt or trash or having dirty skin and clothes). Another one I use had this to say about dirt:
A need to ground yourself or connect with Earth
Letting yourself down, making your name dirt
Taking cover, seeking protection, hitting the dirt
Luck, enrichment or success, hitting paydirt
Defaming somebody, handing out the dirt on them. I don't use this one so much because one symbol is often defined in so many different ways. Given the nature of how eagerly I handled the dirt, as though it were enriching, free and wonderful, I doubt it had a negative meaning.

Finally, the rain: This is a dream of strange variation in meaning depending on your circumstances and on the character of the rain. A soft spring rain is a lucky omen promising many good things to come, including possible benefits from work done in the forgotten past. If you are struggling or only modestly well off, a heavy downpour predicts a substantial improvement in your circumstances; but if you are affluent, it signifies a period of reverses. A fine drizzle portends petty difficulties that will soon pass. To be out in an average kind of rainfall indicates the happy demise of an ailing affair, but to be drenched in a blowing rainstorm is an augury of unexpected wealth, likely to be through a legacy.

I wasn't drenched in a "blowing" rainstorm but I was definitely drenched, sheets of a heavy downpour. I still think the plants, the soil, the rain, and at least the two colors green and brown were heavily symbolic of something to come. However, I won't get my hopes up, just like last time, in the meantime, I will continue living as best I can and enjoy the way that dream made me feel.