My late husband used to say: “Don’t ask a question unless you actually want to hear the answer.” I forgot.
See, I’ve been writing. And yesterday when I checked out some Dictionary apps, a ‘Dream Dictionary‘ showed up in the search. I downloaded purely for kicks, a few laughs… like reading a horoscope. ZERO percent of me believes in astrology (especially since ghost-writing a BOOK on it once!) but stripped of their power, horoscopes sometimes amuse me… and I thought of this ‘dream decoder’ in the same (entertainment-only) light.
In other words: sheer fool-aroundery this morning, zero serious intent.
I forgot. I forgot to factor the difference between a ‘Virgo-blurb’ and a dream; namely, that MY brain created the dream. True, the off-its-rocker-crazy-Crayola part of my brain authored it… but even that bit of the brain is working with the raw materials of MY thoughts, experiences, feelings.
In other words: don’t ask what someone said about you (even ‘someone’ within yourself) unless you actually want the answer.
My therapist is going to LOVE this. Here’s the dream I wrote down this morning:
…I’m standing on an interstate with all the traffic entirely stopped and drivers just standing around waiting. Every vehicle is a truck; I’m surrounded by trucks; some are even stacked up like Lego bricks. I’m strolling around pretending to chat with all these truck drivers, but I’m secretly searching for the Bad Guy in a yellow shirt who has created this standstill. An apprentice-agent appears and I send her scouting uphill through the woods to find a cell tower.
Total garbage, right? I know, I know—and I opened the Dream Dictionary expecting a hearty, self-mocking laugh out of the whole thing:
- Stopped Traffic: not progressing where you want to go. [Well duh. That one’s barely even a metaphor.]
- Truck: carrying a heavy load or difficulty. [Ouch. That’s, um… Heavy, actually. I did mention ‘therapist’, right?—We’ve been working through my husband’s suicide and some bad shit. ‘Stacked trucks’ pretty well describes it.]
- Yellow clothing: Anxiety. [Seriously? Why did I know the Bad Guy wore a yellow shirt? But yeah, Anxiety has definitely snarled up the traffic of my ‘truck’-loads.]
- Uphill: an undertaking or project.
- Woods: your mental space or unconscious.
- Tower: a refuge, a place of strength.
Well shit, I got robbed of my laugh. Unless you want to count laughing at myself because I had to do some Thinking instead. Whether or not I consider those dream-definitions “real,” that particular decoder-ring painted a pretty plain picture of my whole Therapy.
Ha, the irony! It was the endless freight-train of Nightmares that goaded me into therapy in the first place. I think it was the morning that I woke myself by hurling a coffee cup at the wall… Picking up the pieces {no metaphor there, cough cough} of my favorite mug, I decided to enlist some help with my Thinker.
I’ve deleted the Dream Dictionary… But maybe I’m listening better to my Mind.
Kana's Chronicles 
I am an un-believer of such things as dream-think and of horror-scopes but I also believe what comes from dreams may have significance if we dig deep enough in our own self,our own experiences,our own fears and our precious few winnings if we have had any.
I do pray for understanding of my life and where I am supposed to go and what I should be doing. I look to heroes of my lifetime like Mother Saint Teresa of Calcutta. She “just did”! She got up,she did,she changed the world for many. She also changed her world. Who would stay in such a terrible place and suffer daily,internally,spiritually and physically…even during the times where she wasn’t even sure there was a God? Her book “I loved Jesus in the dark” explained many things…but I have,like always,gone off-topic.
I loved reading this! I do read quite a few each week and I enjoy yours muchly!
Thank you!
~b
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