Ever wonder what your dreams mean?
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.
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.