Dream interpretation is kind of a mystery to me. I’m sure those who study dreams have the skills to do so? I can see how dreams would be our subconscious minds working through the details of our lives. Anyway, that’s how I see them.
So—I’m going to bore y’all with one of my amateur studies.
I have a recurring dream about being in a large school. Not necessarily learning anything, but being lost in the maze of hallways. It’s never the same building, but it’s humongous. Sometimes, there are escalators, some have huge slides. All have many, many stairways to climb.
Another theme that always occurs in the school dreams—I lose something, and I embark upon a frenzied search for that lost something.
Last night, I had a dream of being lost, as well as being unable to decide what the appropriate attire for this particular dream should be–none of it being “in style”, but there were a pair of heels that I would love to have–if I still wore heels. I ruined them while maneuvering the stairs in the dream. Of course, I shamed myself for being so careless with such a beautiful shoe—I wonder what that means.
While searching for a lost handbag, I encountered an old hag who obviously wasn’t happy with herself, and felt the need to belittle me because I had missed so many classes, and I would never catch up. I stood up to her. I stood up for myself. The people around me were in awe because nobody messed with the old hag. Nobody ever spoke back to her.
Here’s my dream interpretation. According to the all knowing Google, dreams of being in school is the mind working through self-discovery. It’s about personal growth. Trying new things. Expanding our horizons.
‘Tis what I’m doing! Oh, you smart little subconscious mind, you.
That old hag? That was me, telling myself that I’ve missed too many classes. However, I haven’t–I continue to learn, and will never stop.
One part, has me a little stumped. Even though I was obviously older than the other students, they all took me under their wings, so to speak. They were so kind, but I doubted their sincerity. After all, I was an old lady wearing the oddest combination of clothing. Something told me I should trust their love and kindness, but I held myself back.
I had that stinkin’ song by the Eurythmics–Sweet Dreams–rattling around my mind while I contemplated the dream over my morning coffee. Of course, the “aha” let loose many other thoughts. More to blog about another day.
Ha! I promised myself I was going to refrain from touching my laptop until I had all my morning chores finished, which included grocery shopping. Obviously, I need to learn more about self-discipline.
Perhaps I will have a dream helping me to figure out that part of my personality. Nah, I think I like to procrastinate. If I really wanted to get things done in a timely manner, I believe I would achieve it—if I wanted it bad enough.