Last night’s dream: I am speeding down a road I traveled regularly as an adolescent. I am driving my mom’s old car, a long grey Cadillac that made you feel like you were navigating a boat.
As the scenery flies by, the road disappears and I am driving in the mud; to my right are dozens, maybe hundreds, of gigantic tortoises all along the way. They are barking and howling at me; their heads reaching as far as their necks can stretch.
I remember thinking in my dream, “Well, that’s got to mean something.”
To see a tortoise in your dream symbolizes perseverance, determination, and longevity. You need to take some chances in order to get ahead in life. The opportunities for advancement are opened to you, but you need to take the next step.
The night before last, my dream included my 9th grade crush. (It was the kind of crush you can only have at age 15–the one that feels exactly like its name.) Only we were all adults, not 15, and we were in my house for an informal get together. As people arrived, my 9th grade crush kept telling everybody, “You got to have Josey make you mushrooms, she cooks the best mushrooms.”
He was going on and on and on about my mushrooms.
“Mushrooms?” you ask. I know, me too.
To see mushrooms in your dream signify unhealthy pleasures and unwise decisions in your waking life. Things that come too quickly have a tendency to disappear just as quick. (Like crushes??) Learn to appreciate the things you have. Alternatively, mushrooms symbolize growth despite going through some hardship and difficult period. (Ahhhh, there it is…)
I should mention that this 9th grade crush now lives in my neighborhood. Our daughters are same age, same class, and best buds, always at each others house. How sweet the surreality of suburban life wrapped up in our subconscious revelations.
And then there was last week when I woke up and 1:30 a.m. and didn’t fall back asleep until 4:00 a.m. In the two hours of rest, I dreamed a nightmare. It had to do with work and before it was over, the entire office was rallying against me. I had done something wrong and everybody wanted me to know it.
That dream came true.
Within six hours of dreaming it, I ended up with the entire sales team in my office letting me know that something about to go out was all wrong. (They weren’t my wrongs, I was merely the messenger; but there I was, smack in the middle of the dream that sneaked into my subconscious just hours before.)
Dreams are powerful tools in my life. I pay attention to mine.
This week’s dream series included an epiphany for me. I’ve had dreams before that came true–all warning in nature. I’ve also had dreams that I created, lucid dreams. Now, if I can blend the two, I’m good to go.
Sweet dreams.
(right?)
Whenever I’m in trouble in my dreams, I get outside and fly away—things can chase me, but they’ve never caught me. Even the mushrooms.
flying in your dreams is the best, that’s when i know i’m doing something right.
My best friend had a Cadillac like that. A big gray boat. I had to park it once and thought I would have a nervous breakdown.
Your dreams fascinate me. I had a weird one last night myself. There was a big flood or earthquake or something, and Drew (not my husband in the dream, but somehow my father—best not to think about that part) was driving us home at breakneck speed. We were on a towering bridge, racing for safety, and suddenly the bridge wasn’t there. I could see the ground far below and I was screaming, but Drew just kept driving faster and faster. As we touched down, the ground became ice and we began to slide. . . .
And then I woke up.
ooohhhhh…bridges are good stuff. i had a bridge dream awhile back where i saw a line of cars crossing a bridge in the distance and then saw the bridge collapse–which happens to be one of those things that freak the shit out of me as i have to drive across a bridge nearly every day. that dream spooked me for awhile.
i dream about tornadoes often, but no floods or earthquakes that i can immediately recall.
ever consider what a dream means if you’re everyone in it? (your father? drew? the earthquake?) adds a whole new layer, right?
Yikes! Yes it does.
Dreams. Oh my. I used to do that, have premonitions about things. Part of me misses it, and part of me really, really doesn’t. Sometimes you just shouldn’t be in the know about the future. It’s almost like bad things happen twice.
I hope work evened out for you.
work was fine. it was a good lesson in who i need to patrol before they give me shit to pass along.
i get not wanting the premonition dreams…BUT, but what if you could define what the premonitions are and then make sure they’re premonitions and not just random dreams of hope? it’s like a logics equation.
i can have control my dreams.
i can have dreams that involve premonitions of things to come.
therefore i can create my life by defining my premonition dreams.
(or something like that; i barely passed logics class in college–it was too much like math.)
I’m going to regret writing this down and giving it any life at all. Last night I dreamed, all night long, that I was on a plane with a rogue pilot. It was a big plane, international flight, and the pilot had gone kookoo pants and was dropping big altitude and flipping the plane over like a stuntman. The flight attendants couldn’t serve anything, and they made all strap in tight and sit, just waiting to see if we’d make it to the overseas airport of if we’d crash after one of the many huge nosedives.
I watched “Taken” this weekend. I’m never never going to Paris alone again.
i read this comment monday just before boarding a flight for work and felt it only best not to respond until i was safely home.
i am.
that first taken scared the bejeesus out of me. i decided after watching it that i was never never going to watch another “taken” movie again!
I think I’m a constant dreamer. Every night I get taken on some intricate, crazy, woven tale of adventure or absurdity. I can see why some people religiously write down their dreams; I can’t imagine all the crazy stuff I’d have if I did that.
Then there are the very few dreams that were so vivid I will never ever shake them. I wrote about the biggest one recently in a creative nonfiction piece, which made me a little wary because writing about dreams is notoriously tricky (I tend to avoid it entirely) but the reaction from the writers who critiqued the story told me that I was able to bring that dream across on the page just as vividly as it came to me in my sleep eleven years ago.
I’m horrified for you about your nightmare coming true. Hoping everything is working itself out for you…
the nightmare wasn’t so bad…just bringing my dream life and waking life connection more into focus.
now i want to read your story based on a dream.