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Okay, so a friend mentioned a dream to me today and said in passing that she should have it analyzed. So naturally, I turned to the genius of the Internet and decided to analyze my own crazy Vegas dream through the wisdom of the Dream Dictionary...enjoy!
Elevator - so what does it mean when they are just sitting there? Anyone?
- To dream that you are ascending in an elevator, suggests that you will quickly rise to status and wealth. You may have risen to a higher level of consciousness and are looking at the world from an elevated viewpoint. Descending in an elevator, suggests that you are being grounded or coming back down to reality. It also signifies setbacks and misfortunes.
- The up and down action of the elevator represents the ups and downs of your life. It also symbolizes emotions and thoughts that are emerging out of and submerging into your subconscious. Alternatively, the dream may have sexual connotations.
- To dream that the elevator is out of order or that it is not letting you off, symbolizes that your emotions have gotten out of control. It may be a reflection of your life or your career. You are feeling stuck in some aspect of your life, whether it is your career, relationship, etc.
Girls - okay, this seems reasonable, I mean, I AM 15 after all...
- To see a girl in your dream, represents your playful, innocent, and childlike nature. Perhaps you are behaving immaturely in some situation. Alternatively, a girl represents the feminine qualities of your character.
Shopping - color me intrigued...
- To dream that you are shopping, indicates your needs and desires. It also represents opportunities that you come across in life. Consider what you are shopping for and what needs you are try to fulfill. In particular, to dream that you are shopping for food and groceries, signifies your hidden attempt to buy the attention of others.
- To dream that you cannot find what you are shopping for, suggests that you are trying to find a solution to some life problem.
Box - okay, these are starting to freak me out a bit...
- To see a box in your dream, signifies your instinctual nature and destructive impulses. Alternatively, you may be trying to preserve and protect some aspect of yourself. The box may also symbolize your limitations and restrictions. Consider the pun of "being boxed in".
- To dream that you are opening a box, indicates that you are being revealed something about yourself that were once hidden. It symbolizes self discovery. Consider your feelings as you open the box. If opening the box fills you will fear, you may be uncovering aspects of yourself that cause you to feel anxious.
Baby - so if the baby's riding around in a jeep?
- To see a baby in your dream, signifies innocence, warmth and new beginnings. Babies symbolize something in your own inner nature that is pure, vulnerable, helpless and/or uncorrupted. If you find a baby in your dream, then it suggests that you have acknowledged your hidden potential. If you dream that you forgot you had a baby, then it suggests that you are trying hide your own vulnerabilities; You do not want to let others know of your weaknesses.
Bacon - I love the first part...bacon = essential...oh yes...
- To see bacon in your dream, symbolizes essentials, staples, and life's supply. It may also be a play on the common phase "bring home the bacon" to refer earning a living.
So, at the end of the day, my conclusion is the same...I'm completely cracked!!
I really can't adequately describe the crazy dream I just woke up from...I'll just share some of the images...
When the dream began, or at least what I remember happening first, I was at Oracle, working on Oracle things, with Oracle people. And there were a lot of elevators.
And then I was outside and getting in a line of 12 or 13 girls, the 13th apparently being important; some were the 13th girl's friends, some were pulled in from various sorority houses nearby. That's right. Sorority houses.
Next, I was in a store that sold lots of little figurine type things, and I was looking for something for my mom, something with a cactus on it. Why? Exactly. I'm not exaggerating when I say there were millions of things in this store. MILLIONS. I asked a clerk for assistance and she took me to another room where she proceeded to move a ginormous stuffed something in order to get to what she wanted to show me: a box with a cactus on it that sort of flipped upside down, and apparently, gave off different scents. I sniffed and only smelled wood. She was insistent that each side held a different scent. I don't think I bought the box.
Right before I woke up, I was driving around in a jeep, and there was a baby in it. And then we were by my church, sort of. I saw our worship director going into the building, that's the only reason I know it was my church.
And then, someone walked toward me with a slab of bacon and showed me a very odd tattoo which led me to get excited. Apparently this tattoo, which to me looked like two thirds of a triangle was supposed to indicate that my hometown was now represented.
I couldn't make this stuff up people!
I guess that's what I get for waking up in Vegas...and man, I seriously need some bacon now!
So, here's how I spent my Friday evening...oh yeah, I'm crazy...but, I'm the winner, so whatev! Thanks @hodgesmusic!! That's David Hodges for the uneducated.
The dream I just woke up from contained a snake, some sort of mini lochness type snake thing with a giant head and a skunk.
In addition, a former co-worker that I always liked barged into my office with a big 'tude not wanting to help me with anything but wanting my organizational diagrams which I informed her I'd done myself since no one else could possibly do anything.
Plus I lived in a total hole...tiny and icky...and said creatures from above were loitering on the back porch which looked like it hadn't been dealt with for about 27 years.
I don't get too many 8-legged creatures in my house. Thank you double pane windows. However, recently, there were two such creatures, and they had to be defeated. On both occasions, I was tired. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with this sort of scene.
One, in my bedroom, jumped from the wall to the floor, then scurried under the bed. Neat. After I climbed back down from the ceiling fan blade I had jumped to when he appeared, I tried to find him. I put on shoes, and attempted to step on him. He was too fast. And my shoes were weak and sad. On prior situations such as this, I have plugged in the big vacuum cleaner, attached the hose, and sucked the evil things up. But that was downstairs. And I was upstairs. My first attempt was to get the hand held vac I use for the stairs. No. Again, he was too fast. Then, I decided to try something new and interesting. I went downstairs and got Roomba (much easier to carry up than the big vac). I turned Roomba on, closed all appropriate doors, and let him chase the creature. It was a sight to behold. But Roomba clearly didn't understand that my mission was not to clean, but to kill. I had to keep redirecting it. It was ridiculous at so many levels, but I was not going to be defeated. Finally, the creature went into the hall and Roomba had a direct shot.
Roomba 1, 8-legged creature DEAD
Creature number two appeared in my living room and was clearly after my Chipotle chips. I could tell this from across the room. They're good. Who/What wouldn't want some? I spied the creature approaching and swiftly moved from couch to kitchen where I retrieved Roomba. When I returned, the creature was gone. Nowhere to be found. Clearly, he'd heard of the antics upstairs and wanted no part of Roomba's power.
Roomba 2, 8-legged creature BUH-BYE
Okay...just woke up from yet another land-of-the-bizarre dream...one in which I apparently play the flute with Rob Thomas. But, at the end of the day, I don't actually play with him...let us begin...
The dream starts, and I'm helping people set up the stage...and it's weird, because it's people from my athletics department, and it's actually some sort of athletic event, but then, it's also like a church. Whatever.
So, the stage is set, and I'm practicing, and Rob is there, and we're all practicing, and it's really crowded.
All of the sudden, he's asking people for sunglasses because apparently whatever I'm playing is causing him to see these crazy bursts of light and it's hurting him or something. Um, what? And he's very nice about it...like he doesn't even understand why it's happening. But it's also apparently not the first time my flute playing has caused this to happen to him.
Then, someone takes my flute...like they're going to see what's up with it. And it so happens that this person is someone I used to work with at SJSU...and then my friends Dave and JJ are there (also musicians), and my friend Jill (not a musician...but a big fan of Rob)...and they start working on music, and suddenly, I'm just standing there, and my flute, and apparently my phone, are now on top of a piano and I'm really not pleased at all. It's almost like I've been banned from being in their little club.
So, I leave...after fetching my flute and phone from the piano...and having someone tell me that soon I'm going to have to give that phone up because they're taking back all the phones, and I try to tell them that it's not a work phone, but they don't seem to care. I take it anyway, and begin to leave.
** Okay, let the record show, that in real life, there is absolutely no way I would leave the vicinity of Rob Thomas. It just wouldn't happen. **
Anyway...I leave, and it's like I'm in the basement of someone's house...but I go out, and realize, my car is in the parking garage, and I turn to go back in, and it's hours later, and I'm back in the place where we were practicing...although now it's more like a big room, not a stage...and all those people are still in there, and they've been playing and singing all night. And now I'm really bitter...because I missed all of this.
So, I sit down at a table in the back room...because apparently now there are two rooms...and I try to find some paper to write Rob a note...something along the lines of I'm sorry, and I hope he's feeling better...but then, I have laundry, and I start to fold it.
And that's when I woke up...because really, dreaming about folding laundry? That's just not okay.
Not only do I live in My Own Personal Crazy...I dream in it as well.
Turned on the light in the bathroom...started the shower...saw something on the inner wall of the tub...jumped a couple of feet...
Retrieved cup from sink...filled it with water...opened shower door to drown the creature...it had moved...found it...drenched it...
As it made its way to the drain, I discovered that it was, indeed, a moth...
Cue Queen...
