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.