My dream-life

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There are these dreams that I have where the colors are so vivid, and I seem to be part of the dream in every way, that reality becomes the story. I've had difficulty reorienting myself after waking up.

There was the dream of a friend eating a really ripe, green fruit. She wore green too. The strangest part of the dream was watching these bunch of girls, all in green, eating that really ripe fruit.There was fruit juice all over the place. I couldn't fathom why it was so vivid. And really, why on earth I couldn't stop talking about it. Him had an evil glint in his eye when I told him. His eyebrows danced and he said, "Out with it. What did you really dream about?"

It escaped me, for a moment, what he meant. Then I realized that it was some ribald thought and ignored him.

Still I brought it up again, and he looked wearily on and said, "Okay, so these girls ate a really ripe fruit. Maybe you saw an avocado ad. Maybe you read about breadfruit."

"I did not read about breadfruit, and I don't believe that it can get ripe and drippy. And no, those fruits didn't look like avocados either."

But I wonder if these are the figment of an overactive imagination, the product of an over active mind or something more.

Then there are my constant dreamland companions. Snakes. Only these were very fashion forward. Slithering all over my living room, in black and orange, black and green, and black and blue stripes. They seemed at ease, moving along gracefully, hundreds of them in my living room, while I was frozen in fear. Mini-Him, in my dream, seemed at ease, pulling out fangs from a black and orange snake. I ran to my...mother?! Screaming about snakes and Mini-Him's callous ease.

She turned about, smiling benignly, and handed me a snake.

I remember sitting bolt upright, panting for breath.

It's all that's occupied my thoughts for days. There was also the dream about flying, in blue skies, so alive that I could feel the wind and moisture in my face.

Him is now shaking his head, hopelessly, saying, "Babe, let it go! People have all kinds of dreams. It's all stuff from your own mind. There's no big meaning mumbo-jumbo to it."

Mini-Him, drawing a picture of a mutant wolf-snake being preyed on by a mutant man-eagle said, "Yeah. It's just your imagination. It's no big deal. There's no message in there, Mom!!"

I'm stubbornly convinced, that there's something to this whole dream thing. All the websites with dream interpretation make me feel a little silly when I go through them. But there's something to the intensity of what ever is going on in my unseen universe, that has my antennae all abuzz.

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  1. okay...Him and mini Him may not have the need to know their dreams but it does sound like to me that there is something screaming.......
    start writing them down and watch their trends....
    I've found my messages usually come from the fact that most of the time....all those people are really parts of ask yourself.....what does your mother represent to you........why did she hand you a snake...

  2. Hi, Pam. My mother is a nurturer and protector for me. Which is why I was so shocked :-D Perhaps, like you say, I need to detail what I saw. Like I said, it was so real, the rest of my awake time felt unreal. Will try what you say and keep you updated on any connections that I draw out.

  3. I also have very vivid dreams, and have used some of the resources from Streams Ministries to help me understand them. If you are interested you can check out their website and see if they have anything that might help you. Angela


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