I seldom remember my dreams, but for some reason for the last couple of nights I <I>did</I> remember them. Now, knowing (well, OK, believing) that dreams often (not always) contain messages from the subconscious, I took a moment to reflect on these rare remembered dreams.<P>I was not impressed.<P>I spent a good bit of my first dream wandering around at some sort of convention looking for my wife. When I eventually found her, I learned that she had been working in support of a blood bank effort. Seeing how thin and pale she was, I told her that I hoped she hadn't been donating blood. She said she had not. I then told her that if she ever needed a transfusion herself, she should be sure to let me know, since we had the same blood type and I would be happy to give her my blood. She agreed to do that.<P>Now, after reflecting on this for about half a second, I tried to figure out how to give my subconscious a dirty look. I told it to tell me something I didn't already know and pointed out that it wasn't exactly being subtle. After all, my wife has been bleeding me dry for years, and I have been volunteering for the privilege.<P>So, the next night I had another dream. Naturally, my wife was in this dream too, but the dream itself was extremely mundane. Except...on reflection I remembered one incident in it. I was walking behind my wife when I noticed a shiny bit of trash, reflective material of some sort, stuck to the heel of her left shoe. So I plucked it off and put it in my pocket.<P>OK, so my wife is trying to reflect her bad feelings about herself onto me, and I have ended up carrying around her garbage. I had to chuckle at my subconscious. It heeded my criticism about its lack of subtlety, and it put its message into a seemingly minor throwaway scene instead of making its message the focal point of my dream. Clever. I could almost hear my subconscious laughing at me.<P>But it still hasn't told me anything I didn't already know...<BR>

No, but they say dreams help you deal with your reality.<P>Unfortunately I'm still at the "nice" dream stage, last night I dreamed about him and I constantly woke up every two hours....I even remember the feel of his hand in mine...I hate that because you wake up to reality.<P>I don't know if you believe in theosophical stuff, but one of my friends said maybe we are meeting on another plain.....maybe, now wouldn't that be nice for me? I don't know about you though, but I think you're at the "dream to dispense with emotional garbage" stage.<P>(Incidentally, I dreamed about his affair before I was even consciously aware that anything was wrong...maybe two months before I knew....)

I have read that the subconscious has no guile (hence the propensity for the obvious), and no language, save symbolism...very subjective.<P>You got me, GNP...I give up, man...the entire thread of yours with FW....I mean you are the Dennis Miller of this place....here your subconscious hits you with a rock that says, hey, I'm hitting you with a rock! Its too rich. I'm not trying to laugh at you, I'm trying to laugh near you!<P>I think its great! That is the first rapport we all need... the one with ourselves. That is the meaning I take from it. It like...hey GNP...remember me? The 'analogy' is too straightforward...get it? IT DEFIES ANALYSIS...IT ACTUALLY MEANS LESS WHEN YOU TRY TO GET AT THE CORE. Your subconscious is about to deliver you something big...that's what the Miss Cleo in me says...oh, no I'm sorry, she's asking for a Captain Morgan's Pina Colada...or else a jelly donut...honestly, I can't tell with that fake accent.<BR> Too cool, GNP...I can't wait for the next new thing from you. -Mike

Very interesting. <P>I had a dream last night that I remember. (No Joke)<P>It was about Sandra Bullock. Excellantaaaaaa.. ;-)<P>I would what that means?<P>Tex.

Duh, Tex!<P>It means you have a very active imagination!!!

Duh, Tex!<P>It means you have a very active imagination!!!

First, let me start off by saying that your subconscious is very punny. However, I do not think it is quite as obvious as you first thought. Please lay down here on the couch and we shall begin our session (heehee):<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B> I spent a good bit of my first dream wandering around at some sort of convention looking for my wife. When I eventually found her, I learned that she had been working in support of a blood bank effort. Seeing how thin and pale she was, I told her that I hoped she hadn't been donating blood. She said she had not. I then told her that if she ever needed a transfusion herself, she should be sure to let me know, since we had the same blood type and I would be happy to give her my blood. She agreed to do that.<P>Now, after reflecting on this for about half a second, I tried to figure out how to give my subconscious a dirty look. I told it to tell me something I didn't already know and pointed out that it wasn't exactly being subtle. After all, my wife has been bleeding me dry for years, and I have been volunteering for the privilege. </B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Oh boy, GDP, I think you got the obvious, DUH message, but missed the subtle, tap-on-the-shoulder message. First, notice that you are at a convention, which I basically assumed was a gathering of a whole bunch of people-maybe exhibitors-that kind of thing. In your dream you were surrounded by people, in a crowd of people (maybe your friends and support network), but you were separated from and searching for your wife. You put forth great effort to finding HER. I think blood in your dream represents "life" and the essence of life. So she was at a place which charitably shares the essence of life with other people. When you found her, you noticed she was thin and pale, but I do not hear anywhere in your dream that YOU were thin and pale. So, if you are the one being bled dry, wouldn't YOU be thin and pale? I think your dream was telling you she has been through a tough time herself! Then (here's the big, Freudian part), you told her, "I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN DONATING BLOOD" which I think is your way of saying, "I hope you're not sharing your life with someone." See, you interpreted it as meaning you were the one being bled dry, and if you look at the clues a little closer, SHE is the one who is pale and thin, and you tell her NOT to share her life. Naturally, you tell her that if she wants to or needs to share life with anyone, you would be happy to share your life with her, because YOU HAVE THE SAME LIFE. <P>Furthermore, I would note that you told her NOT to share life, and then you gave your subconscious a dirty look because she did what you told her not to do! It's like you're complaining that she is taking your life, but YOU TOLD HER NOT TO SHARE HERS! It's weird, but I think you're being told deeper messages than that you are volunteering to be "bled dry". <P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B> So, the next night I had another dream. Naturally, my wife was in this dream too, but the dream itself was extremely mundane. Except...on reflection I remembered one incident in it. I was walking behind my wife when I noticed a shiny bit of trash, reflective material of some sort, stuck to the heel of her left shoe. So I plucked it off and put it in my pocket. <P>OK, so my wife is trying to reflect her bad feelings about herself onto me, and I have ended up carrying around her garbage. I had to chuckle at my subconscious… </B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>I have to agree with you-your subconscious is extremely funny. I like it! Now, this dream is really interesting. Don't you think your dream could have made that bit of trash on her heel like toilet paper or something if all it was meant to be is trash? I can think of a lot trashier stuff than a bit of aluminum foil to represent garbage, and I bet your subconscious can too! On the one hand, maybe it had to be "shiny" to catch your attention! Anyway, I think it is very interesting that you called it "reflective material". Apparently your subconscious is also awake when you are! Since your wife has left you, you have reflected a LOT, Gnome, and in many ways, you have come to understand many things that you did not understand before. But not matter how much you have reflected, it is just "under her heel" and unimportant to her. Furthermore, even after she stepped on it and walked on, you found the reflective material important enough to keep it in your pocket. I don't think you are subconscious is telling you that you are carrying around her garbage-I think it's telling you that you feel bad that all your "reflective material" is just a speck on her shoe and not important to her at all. <P>Just my thoughts-have fun playing with my ideas and see what you come up with!<P><BR>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.<p>[This message has been edited by FaithfulWife (edited August 09, 2001).]

Well, CJ, I must say I am impressed! You got an awful lot out of my abbreviated accounts, some of which hadn't even occurred to me!<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by FaithfulWife:<BR><B>First, notice that you are at a convention, which I basically assumed was a gathering of a whole bunch of people-maybe exhibitors-that kind of thing. In your dream you were surrounded by people, in a crowd of people (maybe your friends and support network), but you were separated from and searching for your wife.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Actually, in my dream they were all strangers. Appropriate, I thought, since my wife has become a stranger to me and has abandoned not just me, but all of our mutual friends as well. Where better to look for her than in an unfamiliar place among strangers?<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>You put forth great effort to finding HER. I think blood in your dream represents "life" and the essence of life.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>That was my assumption as well.<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>So she was at a place which charitably shares the essence of life with other people.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Hmm. I haven't been to too many conventions in my life, but, uh, that isn't exactly how I view them. It wasn't until I found my wife that I learned she was on a mission of charity, and frankly I was so focused on finding her that I don't think I was aware of what was going on around me. Heh. I wonder if <I>that</I> means something...<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>When you found her, you noticed she was thin and pale, but I do not hear anywhere in your dream that YOU were thin and pale. So, if you are the one being bled dry, wouldn't YOU be thin and pale? I think your dream was telling you she has been through a tough time herself!</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>This, I thought, was obvious. I have said all along that what my wife is putting <I>me</I> through is <I>nothing</I> compared to what she is putting <I>herself</I> through.<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>Then (here's the big, Freudian part), you told her, "I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN DONATING BLOOD" which I think is your way of saying, "I hope you're not sharing your life with someone." See, you interpreted it as meaning you were the one being bled dry, and if you look at the clues a little closer, SHE is the one who is pale and thin, and you tell her NOT to share her life.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>OK, I hadn't considered this possibility. Am I concerned that she might be having an affair? Yes, I am, and consciously so. But I may not be confronting my feelings over that fear adequately, since to my logical self it doesn't matter and I usually follow my logical self's lead. Still, I have had other, more direct dreams reflecting that particular fear, so if that's part of the message here I doubt it's terribly significant.<P>My wife has always been the type of person that gives and gives. With an alcoholic and narcissistic father and a codependent mother in chronic poor health, my wife was the "hero child" in her family, and I don't think she ever figured out what she wanted out of life for <I>herself</I>. (God knows I <I>asked</I> her, and she could never really come up with an answer.) I tried to encourage her to assert herself, but that was apparently difficult for her to do, surprising as that may seem for someone with such an extraordinarily strong will. In some ways, I think her leaving me could be considered a positive step, a long-deferred adolescent rebellion - what Bruce Fisher describes (in <A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/188623017X/qid=997408601/sr=1-1/ref=sc_b_1/002-8062029-3190445" TARGET=_blank>Rebuilding: when your relationship ends</A> as "the unresolved need to establish ourselves as independent persons by rebelling against our parents and their rules for us."<P>One of the reasons I devoted so much time and money to the development of my wife's interests and career was that I kept <I>hoping</I> she would "find herself" (not my expression, but one used by at least one of our friends). If separating from me is her track to maturity, so be it; but I am very much afraid that she has been derailed from that path. Dr. Fisher says "The rebels are trying to get rid of people and relationships from the past, but often dump their love partners in the process." As long as so much of my wife's focus is on <I>me</I> (i.e. her avoidance, her fear, her anger) and her need to justify her actions, I don't understand how she is going to find <I>herself</I>.<P>For my wife to "share her life" with someone else right now will only set her back even further, it seems to me. If I knew she were having an affair, that awareness would add to my hurt, of course, and compound my feelings of betrayal; but even worse, I would know that she is going to have to go through all of this suffering <I>again</I>, with someone else.<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>Naturally, you tell her that if she wants to or needs to share life with anyone, you would be happy to share your life with her, because YOU HAVE THE SAME LIFE.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Interesting way of looking at it. I hadn't seen the metaphor as being so strong, but you may well be right. Hmm...<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>Furthermore, I would note that you told her NOT to share life, and then you gave your subconscious a dirty look because she did what you told her not to do! It's like you're complaining that she is taking your life, but YOU TOLD HER NOT TO SHARE HERS! It's weird, but I think you're being told deeper messages than that you are volunteering to be "bled dry".</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Well, actually, the dirty look was for the "insult" I felt in being given such an obvious message. I mean, what good is a subconscious that doesn't confuse you? Shouldn't it be trying to give me oracular warnings about something <I>before</I> a crisis hits, instead of sauntering by long afterwards and saying "oh, by the way, here's something you already know", and not even giving me enough <I>respect</I> to be cryptic about it? Hmph. <P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>Now, this dream is really interesting. Don't you think your dream could have made that bit of trash on her heel like toilet paper or something if all it was meant to be is trash? I can think of a lot trashier stuff than a bit of aluminum foil to represent garbage, and I bet your subconscious can too! On the one hand, maybe it had to be "shiny" to catch your attention! Anyway, I think it is very interesting that you called it "reflective material". Apparently your subconscious is also awake when you are! Since your wife has left you, you have reflected a LOT, Gnome, and in many ways, you have come to understand many things that you did not understand before. But not matter how much you have reflected, it is just "under her heel" and unimportant to her. Furthermore, even after she stepped on it and walked on, you found the reflective material important enough to keep it in your pocket. I don't think you are subconscious is telling you that you are carrying around her garbage-I think it's telling you that you feel bad that all your "reflective material" is just a speck on her shoe and not important to her at all.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Well, I certainly interpreted the part about it being stuck on her shoe as meaning that whatever-was-represented-by-the-bit-of-trash was not important to my wife and is being rejected by her. And I suppose it's possible that my dream expresses dismay at my insights being rejected. But my taking possession of that bit-of-trash suggests to me that it represents something else.<P>Remember, I believe that my wife is <I>projecting</I> her negative feelings about herself onto me, because she can't bear to own them herself. And I believe she is <I>transferring</I> her negative feelings toward her father onto me, because she needs me to be an enemy. Maybe the bit-of-trash "reflects" one or both of these dynamics.<BR>But, what intrigues me the most here is that I <I>voluntarily</I> reached down and took that bit-of-trash. It didn't just fall off her and stick to me, and she didn't purposefully stick it to me herself. No, <I>I picked it up myself!</I><P>Is my subconscious trying to point out to me that I am trying to clean up my wife's messes? That I am trying to save her from the natural consequences of her foolishness? That I don't want her to look foolish?<P>And if that's the message, then what's the point? I mean, having that thing in my pocket wasn't really much of an inconvenience to me in the dream...<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>Just my thoughts-have fun playing with my ideas and see what you come up with!</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>OK, I did! <BR>

I don't believe our subconscious uses dreams to try to communicate with consciousness, or to somehow "handle" anything for us. REM simply allows the strongest images in our minds to be replayed, in no particular order. They're an indicator of "what's on your mind" but not a whole lot more.

Well the comments you made Faithfulwife are really amazing...you wanna try another?<P>In my dream I was about to eat a sandwich when I noticed the bread was mouldy. I was annoyed and went to the kitchen to get another sandwich. I keep my bread in the fridge in real life...so I went to the fridge, got the bread out and I could see through the wrapper that it was mouldy too. I got another loaf, same thing, and another and another. Threw them all in the bin. I can remember saying to my h, though I didn't SEE him, hey, why is the bread ALL mouldy?<P>That's all. Have fun with it!!!!

So, I'm flying a helicopter. I'm over the water, and there are so many boats and other aircraft about that I can't make my way to shore. I feel a sense or urgency, although I'm not sure why. (Maybe I'm running out of fuel?) Naturally, my wife is in the helicopter with me, and because she is messing with her shoes I have to hover for a while - until the dream ends, actually. (Please don't ask me to explain the causal relationship there. My subconscious seems somewhat deficient in its logical reasoning ability.)<P>Is my subconscious telling me that I have been left hanging in mid-air? Or has it gone off the deep end? Or is it telling me that <I>I</I> am about to go off the deep end? Or, have I <I>already</I> gone off the deep end?<P>Jacky, I've got no clue whatsoever about your dream either.<P>Oh, and Sisyphus: you're just being a spoilsport. I can't believe I would ever base an action or a decision on a dream I had, but who cares whether the insights generated from dream analysis come from the subconscious or just from creative thinking? Either way, it's a fun game.<BR>

Hmmmm Gnome, into symbolism??? Could be you're right about the hovering, with all your problems around you and above you, and below you, while your wife just sits there and "puts her walking shoes on" and you have to wait. Makes sense? Just a thought!<P>Mine, I think is also dripping with symbolism. What has gone mouldy in my life right now??? Marriage...and no matter how many times I "take it out of the fridge", it's still mouldy. The fact that I asked my h in the dream why the bread had gone mouldy was a clue. Is my sub-conscious telling me to bin my marriage...well probably cos that's what I've been feeling in my darkest moments the last week.<P>What do you think???

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nina too:<BR><B>In my dream I was about to eat a sandwich when I noticed the bread was mouldy. I was annoyed and went to the kitchen to get another sandwich. I keep my bread in the fridge in real life...so I went to the fridge, got the bread out and I could see through the wrapper that it was mouldy too. I got another loaf, same thing, and another and another. Threw them all in the bin. I can remember saying to my h, though I didn't SEE him, hey, why is the bread ALL mouldy? </B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>First, Nina, I have to tell you that I dwell on these dreams for a minute (okay, half a day) and think about what all the various items could be. For example, bread can be warm and homey--so maybe a representation of home. Bread can be one of the "essential foods" (you know, like bread and water to survive), so maybe it represents nutrition or survival or life. The mould is stuff that grows when something gets old or stale, so maybe its a symbol of staleness--but it can also be bacteria growing in a warm spot. What the heck does that represent? Get it? <P>Anyway, in your dream you were going to eat a sandwich. I assume you eat sandwiches fairly regularly and don't really give them much thought--they're almost "routine". You don't have to think of them. I think the sandwich is your marriage. You didn't pay attention, it was kind of a routine with half your brain on, and suddenly you saw that it was mouldy. And I think in this instance, the mould represents staleness, as in "unfit to eat". See, your marriage was one way that you nourished your Self, and you didn't focus on this nourishment and keep your marriage "fit", and now you have noticed that it is stale and "unfit for nourishing you". <P>Next, you mention that you were annoyed at the mould, and I think you are wrestling with the fact that your Self is not able to be nourished right now through your marriage. Frankly, I think this irritates you. <P>However, being the resourceful, positive person that you are, you go to the refrigerator to get some alternative nourishment. You are looking and looking and looking for something to nourish yourself, but nothing seems to be "fit". I think this represents that you are really searching for something or someone (like friends and family) to build you up and nourish your starving spirit, but when you turn to these other ways, you still feel lonely and starved. They're no sandwich! I think your subconscious is acknowledging that you feel empty and there's really no "bread" to fill you. <P>Last but not least (I love this part! Lay down on the couch, and we can discuss it), you throw the mouldy bread in the bin (called the trash can, here in the States--haha) and you ask you H why it's mouldy--but YOU NEVER REALLY SEE HIM. All of you resourceful, positive attempts to find alternative ways to make you feel better have not worked out--they are stale too--so you throw them away. I think that sounds like you are in a "giving up" state. So, are you feeling like giving up, Nina? Maybe not giving up on the marriage, but giving up on the other ways to nourish you and on yourself? You're throwing it all away! Maybe you don't recognize the value of the other ways of nourishing yourself. Maybe you don't recognize the value of yourself! So you are chucking it. You're at a terrible low point, sweety, and you need to find a way to nourish your Self and feel some love. Okay?<P>And I love the part about asking your H about the mouldy bread, BUT YOU NEVER EVEN SEE HIM. Notice that you never really HEAR from him either, and in fact, we don't even really know if he is there. If I know dreams, it seems like his presence is there, even thought you can't concretely see or define him. I think this is GREAT. You still sort of want your H to want to nourish you, and you can still feel his presence in your life and in your heart, but HE'S NOT THERE. <P>Nina, here's my advice from this dream. Start looking for some pumpernickel, some Jewish rye, and some sourdough. It's true, they will not be sandwiches, but they will sustain your life and eventually one of those slices will add some meat and cheese--a little mayo--and you'll have a sandwich again. I'm the Jewish rye--so who are the pumpernickel and the sourdough? Are you willing to let us nourish you without throwing us out? <P><BR>CJ<BR><p>[This message has been edited by FaithfulWife (edited August 10, 2001).]

Oh, I swear to God, I can not keep up with you! Please do not sleep tonight so I can get caught up, okay? Haha. LMAO! <P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by GnomeDePlume:<BR><B>So, I'm flying a helicopter. I'm over the water, and there are so many boats and other aircraft about that I can't make my way to shore. I feel a sense or urgency, although I'm not sure why. (Maybe I'm running out of fuel?) Naturally, my wife is in the helicopter with me, and because she is messing with her shoes I have to hover for a while - until the dream ends, actually. (Please don't ask me to explain the causal relationship there. My subconscious seems somewhat deficient in its logical reasoning ability.)</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>I'm tired tonight. I think you're dream is telling you that you're going off the deep end, and it's not being subtle. Haha <P>Okay, okay. Here's what I REALLY think. First, I find it interesting that YOU are flying the helicopter. That sounds to me as if you are trying to control the ride, so to speak. Hmmm... And why is it a helicopter and not an airplane or for that matter, just dream-flying? Could it be because helicopters are called "choppers"? Let me ask you, GDP, are you trying to stay in control of the way your heart is being chopped up? And yet, somehow, in your dream, you got out over water--over your head--and you can't get back to land. In real life, you are trying very hard to fly, be in control, and be safe, and yet you are in danger. Huh? Right? Right! <P>Anyway, there are other boats and aircraft in way of safely getting to shore. Why is a helicopter landing on shore? Don't helicopters land in big, clear fields? Why are the boats in the way? They are in the water and this is an AIR craft? Some of this doesn't make sense, and I somehow think this is important. Maybe you are FEELING like you are in danger, but you really aren't. Maybe you are mixing up some things and facts and categorizing inaccurately, and the danger that you THINK is there isn't really there at all--after all, you are flying the helicopter and all you would really have to do is fly higher, get above the boats and other aircraft, and go inland. So, in your dream you have an impending sense of urgency even though there is no real danger. <P>Now, in your dream, your wife is with you in the helicopter, but I don’t get the sense from you that she is doing much or panicking or feeling the same sense of urgency that you are. She is sitting there calmly adjusting her shoes—a mundane chore if ever there was one! In fact, if anything, she almost seems like an afterthought to this dream, because although her presence is in this dream, she isn’t doing much. And again with the shoes! Her shoes were in the last dream too! I think the shoes are significant, but I think it’s because you feel the danger of her giving you "the boot" (haha). Okay, in real life, I think the shoe represents something like walking or moving on, but that furthermore, she is stepping on you as she "moves on." <P>Come to think of it, I just realized something stunning. This entire dream has a whole, whole lot of FEELINGS. You are over water and you feel DANGER; you feel a sense of urgency to get to shore, but because of the obstacles you can’t, and you feel ANXIOUS; your wife is with you and you feel her presence, but she doesn’t participate much <P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B>Is my subconscious telling me that I have been left hanging in mid-air? Or has it gone off the deep end? Or is it telling me that <I>I</I> am about to go off the deep end? Or, have I <I>already</I> gone off the deep end?</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Yes. You are fun to play with, and you are definitely off the deep end. <P>Gnome, let me summarize, for I truly am growing weary. I think this dream is all about your fear that she is either beginning to be or is involved with another man. You wish you were in control of how your heart gets chopped up, but somehow you are in over your head and sure enough, now you are feeling scared. There are obstacles in your way, and you are afraid you won’t be safe and you’ll "crash and burn" and be hurt. But although you feel like there is danger, you are misreading some facts and you aren’t actually in any danger at all. In fact, all you have to do is fly a little higher, and you’ll be safe and land without being hurt. Your wife is in the picture, and she is moving on—heck she may even stop on you as she moves on. And there is no end to your dream because there is no end to this story yet--we don’t yet know if she is moving on to another man or not. But whether she has or not, you can land safely if you just fly above it all. <P>What a cool, reassuring dream!<P> <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR><B> … who cares whether the insights generated from dream analysis come from the subconscious or just from creative thinking? Either way, it's a fun game.</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>Ditto. I don’t really take any of this analysis seriously enough to make decisions based upon the messages, but I find it fun to see what messages I am sending myself and to try to hear the messages that other folks get in their dreams. <P>Tomorrow night, I will share with you one of MY dreams so you can take a stab at my message. Okay? <P>Good night!<P>CJ<P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

Wow CJ,<P>You came up with almost the same interpretation I did...yes I had thought NOT seeing my H in the dream was significant.<P>I see the bread as a symbolism for life and home comforts, too, not so much my friends, because I haven't thrown THEM out yet! But you're right, I had a really bad week and was giving up. If the bread represents life and home, maybe I was saying "Well, those normal comfort things about home and marriage aren't any good now so I'll trash them....then I ask him why those things aren't good....cos in life, he's not saying!!!<P>I like dream analysis, but someone here already said sometimes they tell you the obvious, or after the fact. So I mull over them for a while, then move on. I look forward to hearing about your dream!<P>Thanks!<P>

Okay, here is one of my dreams. Have at it and see what you think.<P>I am driving down a freeway in my own car as I often do when I am driving around. I believe I am on one of my trips, because I am not in Denver and I am not in "familiar territory"--I'm on a freeway and I'm noticing the scenery and it is a bit flat and farmish (probably Kansas or Nebraska-haha). Anyway, as I'm driving I notice a truck ahead of me that is a large, commercial truck that is not an 18-wheeler, that is carrying large pieces of glass. Windows, I think. Anyway, there is also a very small car, like a Fiat or Mazda on the freeway, and they are driving like they are carefree and having fun. These vehicles are up ahead of me on the freeway, I just notice they are there like I do when I am driving. <P>So, I'm driving along and I notice a cute yellow and white farmhouse and farm with a white fence, and I'm kind of looking at the farm on the left-hand side of the freeway--by the lanes going the other direction. On my side of the freeway are large, lush, green fields of what I think are soybeans, and there are irrigation ditches immediately along the freeway. The ditches are filled with water, to the top of the ditches, and the field is being watered by a large watering device. So, I'm looking around, noticing all the scenery and thinking it's pleasant, when really suddenly, up ahead of me I see the glass truck SLAM on it's breaks, hear the crunch of metal, and it sort of looks like the glass truck and the small car explode. The glass truck driver was distracted and kind of tired, and the little car swirved in front of him and he didn't notice and blowed right over the top of them. It looked like he cut the top right off the little car. Naturally, I slam on my brakes to try to avoid the accident. <P>There is shattered glass everywhere. The glass truck is on it's side on the right-hand side of the freeway in the irrigation ditch. It is badly dented and damaged, and the driver is in the water, pinned in the truck. Something is leaking out of the truck. The folks from the yellow and white farmhouse run across the freeway and I yell to the farm lady to call 911, and she runs off. The farmer and some of his older kids or helpers help me pull the truck driver out of the water. He is hurt, but he's not dead on the scene. We lay him on the road and start some CPR, and within a few minutes, he starts to come around. He's bloody and cut up and probably has some broken bones and stuff, but he's generally alright and going to live. <P>Suddenly I realize that no one is looking for or has seen or done anything for the folks in the little car. In fact, once I notice this, it takes us several minutes just to FIND the little car, because it is in little pieces all over the freeway. But we can not find the driver or the passenger anywhere. The farm folks and I (and by then, several of the neighbors had come) look all around in a rather disorganized manner at first, and then we got organized, and half of us looked on the side with the yellow house, and the other half looked on the side with the irrigation ditches. At first, I was afraid they were unconscious in the water, and they had drowned. But the ditches were not that deep and we could see in them. Even though it was scary to look, because we didn't want to see dead people, we looked anyway, and they weren't there. So, we fanned out and started looking in the soybean field. That's where we found them. They were thrown so far into the field that the beans kind of covered them. Unfortunately they were very dead. <P>Right about then, the ambulance arrived and the cops arrived. The dream sort of ended with an unsettling feeling. I told the cop what happened, what I saw, gave him my info, and I took off in my car driving again. <P>The end. <P><BR>Have fun with it. Wierd dream, huh?<P>CJ <P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

Wow, do you have detailed dreams! <P>This one is really hard to fathom, I've been thinking about it a lot, but here's my thoughts...<P>The little smashed up car is you...scattered into little pieces; the big truck is either your h or problems you had in the marriage...shattered, like glass does. The scenery is how you thought things were going, lush and green and fertile, and all okay! The nice little farmhouse is also connected with security, home, love. And you're paying a lot of attention to it, so it seems to me that's what you saw in your marriage, or at least tried to.<P>The people helping with the accident, are like the people who helped you when things went wrong...everyone milling around, not sure what to do, but trying anyway....then you find the dead people. So everyone tried to help, but it ended anyway, or is ending, or that's how you feel about it. Maybe this is symbolic of the way you feel or felt about your marriage, a yuck metaphore, but anyway...<P>I can't remember your story so I have no idea if this fits or not.<P>Just my 2 cents.<P>Jacky<P>

bumping!

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by FaithfulWife:<BR><B>The dream sort of ended with an unsettling feeling... <P>Have fun with it. Wierd dream, huh?</B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>CJ, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't know what to make of this at all, and I don't know how to have fun with it. All I can think of to say is that you have quite a gift for understatement. An "unsettling feeling" you say! To me, this dream qualifies as a first-class nightmare, and with the detail of your description, I found it a bit of a stunner.<P>If I had to attempt an interpretation, I might start by noting that the dead couple was a <I>couple</I>. To me this suggests your marriage. With all that you have been experiencing it is a real challenge for you to even <I>see</I> your marriage, and you are afraid that when you do really get a look at it, you will discover it to be "very dead".<P>But, if you <I>do</I> discover that, you will be able to make a report, and get on with your life.<P>CJ, you seem to have an optimistic view of life. The scene of your dream was not merely detailed, it was idyllic. The people around are willing and able to help.<P>That does not stop tragedy and disaster, which often spring up when and where they are least expected.<P>Your husband is away on a trip, CJ. A trip that triggers alarm in you. You dreamed of a trip, a trip which contained a terrible tragedy. And it was an earlier trip for your husband that held a disastrous pitfall for your husband and your marriage. Significant? I have no idea.<P>But neither in real life, nor in your dream, did <I>your</I> trip end.<P>Who, I wonder, was the truck driver?<P>One last thought. I was thumbing through a book at the library last week, I don't remember the title or the author, but the book was about the "windows" through which we see the world. The paradigms and filters, I think he meant. CJ, you thought that truck might have been carrying windows. Look how they ended up. Has anything happened to <I>your</I> window recently?<P>OK, so I <I>did</I> think of something to say after all. I'm still trying to figure out if it was fun...<BR><p>[This message has been edited by GnomeDePlume (edited August 13, 2001).]

I too dream heavily during these horrible times. Last night my dreams couldn't be more obvious. My trees that surround my house (I planted them all except one) all died suddenly. I was crushed because I had put a couple of years into nurturing these trees. In reality these trees get more attention from me than anything in the yard. I prune them carefully and with perfect timing. I give them the right kind of fertilizer and the right amounts of water. It is a very scientific process. Despite all of this they just died suddenly. (you can see where all of this is going)<BR> The last feeling I remember having in the dream is wondering what I did wrong to cause this disaster. I thought "it was that bug poison I put out a couple of days ago...that must have been the cause" then I doubted that and thought there was no legitimate cause and it wasn't my fault. I went back and forth whether or not it was my fault. I don't remember which I had decided when I finally woke-up. I was so upset, that I had to examine my trees this morning just to be sure they were ok.<P> So in case you didn't get it like I do now that we are getting this out in the open...<BR> The pampered trees = My marriage<BR> Their sudden death = the sudden and traumatic death of my marriage due to my wife's final affair before separation.<BR> Wondering about the bug poison = Me wondering if somehow it was my fault that my wife chose others over me.<P>Oh you nasty id,<BR>DS<P>P.S.<BR>The trees have never looked better...green as can be even in this oppressive heat.<BR>