Stemming from yet another work discussion (I swear we have work to do), the topic of dreams has entered my mind again. I say again because I'm one of those people who dreams every night and will wake up the next morning remembering at least one of those dreams. Of course, as I wrote that I realized I can't remember any dreams I had last night... but you get the picture. And so usually at some point during the day something will trigger the memory of a dream I had.
So one of my coworkers, a 50-something married woman with a great personality and a love of shagging (the dance, although she once informed me that she loves to do both!), said she had a dream last night that consisted of her growing a penis out of the right side of her chest, just above her breast. Now, I have had some strange dreams in my lifetime, but this tops the cake in the book of weird dreams. We all began to share our odd dreams, which for me includes the following list:
1. My most reoccuring dream is of a massive tornado. Now, keep in mind I have never seen a tornado in person, just on TV. In my dream, I am always trying to get away from said tornado, and in a couple of these dreams, the tornado is trying to suck up Chris. I am holding on to him for dear life and won't let go. These dreams began long ago, possibly in high school though I distinctly remember having one or two in college. All I know is they scare the hell out of me!
2. Another reoccuring dream that I have had, though not in a long time, is of running into a guy I had a HUGE crush on for years. I'm talking met him in sixth grade and was infatuated until early high school - HUGE crush. He never gave me the time of day (the good ol' "I'm a jock and you're a band geek so fuck off" attitude). Anyway, in the dream, he is always like: "Hey, you look great; want to get together sometime?" And I'm like, "You missed your chance. I'm happy and with the best guy in the world," with my nose high in the air. Can you need closure for something that never existed? Weird!
3. The night after finding out my grandfather (only the second greatest man to ever walk the earth, aside from my dad - of course this is not counting Jesus) had passed away, I had a dream of him coming to me and saying, "I'm OK." WOE! This was just crazy, but it made me feel really peaceful about the whole thing. Kind of spiritual really.
4. I've had a couple of dreams about my dad being here, which were usually really cool dreams. In one in particular, I remember telling him he would be so proud because I graduated from college (first in the fam) and that I sometimes still pick up my trumpet (the man used to mimic Miles Davis and Maynard Furgeson on the horn). And I think my dog was there, too (the love of dogs is a family trait). Pretty cool...
5. Now two really weird dreams included kissing coworkers. Yeah, not something I'm proud of, but they were dreams. And hell, sometimes dreams are just plain stupid.
So, the tornado dream means this according to www.dreamdoctor.com (which I'm sure is a credible site):
Tornadoes are unpredictable and violent storms which often separate families and destroy property. Frequent dreams of tornadoes may reflect past family instability, or people who are prone to violent “outbursts” or unpredictable mood swings. Tornadoes frequently represent family members or relatives with drug, alcohol, mood disorders and violent tempers. For people living in tornado areas, the dreams may reflect literal fears of an encounter.
All I can figure is that it's related to my mom, cause she's like PMS on crack! Oh well!
What are some of YOUR odd or reoccuring dreams?
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Whoa! Great post! I think I will actually give this a good think and post about this tomorrow (with a referral link to you, of course, because you inspire me *sob*).
But I warn you, your dreams sound more interesting (or sad) than mine, and I really don't have any as strange as growing a penis above my bosom. Dear me, that's just scary!
Well, as I've told you, I am jealous of how much you remember your dreams. I almost never remember mine.
I do recall that in junior high and high school, I often dreamed about unrequited loves (or crushes, rather). But I suppose now I have no need to dream about love interests as I have the true love of my life right beside me.
Everybody at once: Aaaaahhhhh
Chris, have you noticed that I'm never sweet to Kim in public? There's a reason for that: I'm uncomfortable with public displays of affection. I really am quite the sweety-pie in private. Learn some some social phobias, man!
Meaghan, I wrote something similar to this a while back, although it pulled in an essay I wrote a few years earlier as well. No penises or Jesuses involved (you dropped penii and Jesus in the same post, teehee), but still some interesting stuff.
Saddam and Sandwiches.
I have the sweetest husband EVER!
Wow, Meaghan, you have a lot of the world's greatest men in your life. I mean, you say your dad was the greatest man to ever walk the earth, second place is your grandfather, but also that Chris is the greatest guy in the world? Oh, and Jesus is thrown in there somewhere too? Make up your mind.
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