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Ever wonder what your dreams mean?

I do.

I became obsessed with interpreting dreams about 7 or so years ago, because I had this dream:

I was walking to my Lovey's house (I've known her since we were 15), and the ground was covered with thick snow.  Before I got to the door, I saw a frozen baby in the snow.  Frozen blue.  

Lovey and her kids came outside to greet me, but the first thing I said to her was, "Lovey, look! There's a frozen baby!"

Lovey waved it off and said, "Oh yeah, that happens."

"Lovey, we need to get her inside and wrap her in a blanket and put her by the fireplace!"

"Oh, don't worry about it.  It's fine.  This kind of thing just happens."

What I learned was that both the baby and Lovey were representations of me.


Mind blown??

A crucially vital part of myself that needs constant nurturing was being utterly neglected.

My fear of looking at the 'frozen baby', as it were, compelled my conscious, practical self to ignore, or even become complacent, with the state of my tender, dying emotional self.

That 'self' was easily ignored and overlooked as 'practical self' took care of a family of 6 people.

I've learned so much about myself through my dreams.  Your dreams are your subconscious, which is always going at full speed, talking to you about stuff you're not giving enough attention in waking life.

Yesterday, I had a dream that I was in Matt's bedroom here in Redlands, and a larger-than-life stick bug was crawling on the wall.

Can't be good, right?

Why don't y'all see if you can interpret that.  Let me know what you come up with.


  1. my dreams are so complex--i know they are about me but, i can't sort them all out. we should chat some day and you can fill me in.

  2. I think a big part of the problem is that everyone's private dream language is just that---private. The symbolic vocabulary we form in childhood is idiosyncratic and extremely difficult to interpret for others (and that's barring the fact that simply recounting a dream in words makes it sound more solid than it actually is!).

    So do bedrooms recur often for you? What do they mean, or seem to mean, to you? Are insects ever featured? I think you need to have an idea about these things first.

    I spent last night in a Mexican border town prison thanks to my effervescing subconscious.

  3. I wonder what it meant when I dreamt I was a zombie killer with Sigorny Weaver during the zombie apocalypse and I hid my mother in law and told her to lay low and the next thing I know she walks up to me and says, "I'm sorry, I got bit." And I was like, "Paula!!! I told you to stay where I put you! Now I'm gonna have to shoot you in the head." And she responded, "Sorry, I forgot." Weird... But seriously I was having a good old time up to that point.

  4. Is a stick bug the same as a Praying Mantis? They tend to symbolize patience and making a move at just the right time. That's what those bugs do. The female eats the male during sex, I think-- When he isn't expecting it. Hmmmm.

    From Forest Green: Animal Spirit Guides
    Praying Mantis:
    "Patient, perceptive and focused this little totem holds a powerful message. When it appears in your life it is asking you to direct your energy, your thoughts or your actions in a different way. Asking the following questions can give you the insight necessary to motivate appropriate changes. Have I lost patience with a particular situation? Have I been too patient, and if so, has this had a detrimental affect on me? Is my perception correct regarding a situation? Have I become narrow minded? Am I focused on my objective?"

    The fact that it appears in Matt's bedroom. You can sort that one out :0)

  5. I've always known that we represent one another :-)


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