Nobody likes to hear about your dreams.
That is, unless either a) they’re about the person you’re talking to (and that person had a sexy role in the dream) or b) they predict something that actually happened, and it doesn’t sound like you’re making it up.
I’ve had prophetic dreams twice.
You’ll like these, I’m really not making them up.
One was about a break-in in my apartment, where they stole my laptop, and the next day my friend called to say we couldn’t write together as planned because someone had broken in and stolen her laptop. Maybe that’s not so nuts, since she never locked her front door. It was bound to happen.
The other was about a lamp in my bedroom bursting into flames. And do you know what happened that week? The lamp in my bedroom burst into flames. The bulb burst, and then, flames. That dream made me think I might be a teeny bit psychic, and also made me think I should have a fire extinguisher.
I also like hearing about dreams that are so mundane that it’s like, “why bother?” Like when you have a dream that you loaded the dishwasher and then left it overnight without running it and the dishes smelled the next day. What a crazy dream, in that it’s crazy to waste dream time on it.
So the dream I had last night was all those things.
It came true when I woke up, it was mundane, and it was about you…if you’re the person I was talking to in it or if you relate to it. Sorry, that’s a mean tease.
Here it is: I dreamed that I was talking to someone who said, “You better pack only your good underwear.”
And I said, archly, “My ‘good underwear’ is one pair. And I wear them on my birthday. If that.”
I woke up and looked in my underwear drawer, and what do you know…it was true!
Now you.
Do you ever have crazy future-telling dreams?
Any dreams about me?
Or other dreams you want to discuss?
I can’t believe I’m asking to hear about your dreams, but I am. TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS.
I actually dreamed of an old 19th century home the night before and say interesting past life traumas.
I might have to look up the dream symbols.
As a psychic, I normally dream in vivid colors and have a linear timeline. I found that through research and reading dream books, vivid dreams really tell the future.
I haven’t dreamt of anyone’s undies lately. Sorry to burst your bubble. Maybe my next dream will be naughty!(laughing outloud).
I instantly forget the mundane dreams.
Last week’s dream was peculiar so I do remember the weird part.
I was looking at a nest of enormous turtles (think big dog sized) without their carapaces and plastrons (uh, the hard outer shell parts, that is).
While dreaming, it seemed perfect normal to see these creatures.
What could this mean?
(Or was the dream just a ruse to get me to procrastinate even MORE than usual? Hunting through wikipedia, to find the incredibly useful words for “turtle shell”, isn’t exactly on my To-Do-Today list.)
I just love that you looked up the scientific term for “turtle shell.” That’s exactly something I would do: spend my time googling bigger words for words that are already perfectly good, for someone else’s blog. Anything to avoid my own work.
This weekend I dreamed that I was going to meet a tenor who was performing in my town — as in pick him up from the concert, since we were involved. (Thinking back, it was the night of the Josh Grobin concert here, and I saw the humongous line of traffic for it backed up for miles. OK.) So I arrived at an empty lot and my sister was with me,and we both had pieces of birthday cake on paper plates as we got out of the car. The tenor and a couple of people were waiting. I left my piece of cake in the car [“piece of cake”?? Could be symbolic.]
I clapped for “my tenor” as I walked up to him. He looked like Vittorio Grigolo [My new fave, after Pavarotti] and when we greeted each other it was obvious we were much more than friends. We all started walking forward.
Then I had to wake up to pee, Darn, I thought. I want to go with you.
And for the first time, I was able to go back into the dream. But “Vittorio” arrived early at a house I once rented and surprised me. He was supposed to be singing in this big opera, and I would pick him up after. But when I asked him why he was so early and did he sing that night, he looked sad/angry and said, no. We went into a gathering. In the end, “Vittorio” ended up in the backyard making out with one of the women who was there with her husband. CRAP!!!!
OK, this is much longer than you ever wanted to know. But here’s the thing — I have a novel out where the main guy romantic character is an Italian tenor. So there’s that. It’s on my mind.
Maybe the moral of the story is, don’t try to go back into dreams. Or — my character has given me a new story about when he’s older, for a sequel.
I’m fascinated that you could get back into a dream after getting up to pee.
I’m always locked out after that. “Sorry, you’ll have to go find another dream for the night, this one’s closed.”
That was the first time ever that I was able to go back into a dream! I’m usually locked out, too – and always at the best part!
I do have some pretty involved dreams and many times wake up thinking — ‘What the heck was THAT all about?!’ I never know.
Since you asked for questions to inspire your next blog post, here’s one:
As it is the first anniversary of me hearing the word “twerking” for the first time in my life, what are your feelings about twerking?
Oh, that’s a good one! Putting it in my “blog ideas” evernote.
Does this mean that the dream I just had about a T-rex trying to bust down my door (with me squatting and pushing against the door with all my might) is GOING TO HAPPEN?
Fuck.
I feel like nothing else matters right now. Anything else that anyone says will now be rendered trivial.
“My dog just died. I’m so sad.”
“Oh yeah? Well I’m going to be eaten by a T-rex in this lifetime, so really? I don’t want to hear it, asshole.”
Yes. That’s what you get for living in Costa Rica. Either that, or you’ll get lucky and it’ll just be a giant sloth, who considers busting down your door but then decides not to bother.
That still dwarfs “dog died” on the problem scale.
I have to tell you dreaming about underwear and packing it indicates that you are about to experience big changes and reveal or expose something that’s been previously hidden.
And now I want to know what that is!
I always dream about people yelling at me and when I do I know someone is going to have some drama in their life.
Much like your friend’s computer yelling doesn’t always mean drama for me – but I can guarantee that if it’s not my life it’s my friends.
I do try to make my life a drama-free zone so….watch out friends! xoxo
Yay, really? What if you dream of really crappy underwear? Shouldn’t I dream of nice underwear?