So I awoke, and behold it was a dream. John Bunyan (“Pilgrim’s Progress” 1678)
Lately I’ve been having the most epic dreams that go on and on, seemingly for hours. I wonder, do the winter months cause deeper slumber? Consider the concept of hibernation! Is it because of the later sunrise? Is it perhaps the chilly temperature in the bedroom that makes me want to snuggle into a cocoon? Our bedroom is probably the coldest room in our house in the winter; it’s in the northwest corner, which may explain it.
Here’s an example of a recent dream. This one was so vivid and colorful, I actually wrote it down first thing the next morning:
I dreamed that I was in the grocery store right around the corner (ok, it was Kroger) with Shannon and my mother in law. The lights were turned off as we checked out, so it was dark. The checker rang up all our items up together, and my mother in law wouldn’t let me pay my share. Then she drove away, while I in the back seat, fell asleep.
When I awoke, we were lost somewhere out in the country, and my mother in law had managed to drive through a fence into a pasture. We walked down a road along with other people; I recall seeing coins strewn on the pathway, with lots of silver dollars and quarters, and we helped ourselves.
We came upon a saloon sort of place and used the bathroom, which was very elaborate, however the faucets in the sink spewed water out onto the floor instead of down the drain.
At some point, Joel and our nephew, Cooper made an appearance; they had found some tadpoles, and Joel was showing him how they were turning into frogs.
We also ran into some friends from church there at the saloon, Susan and her daughter Rachel. Susan was telling me about how she was moving from one apartment to another.
Somehow we must have gotten the car running again (maybe Joel had come to rescue us?), and drove down what we thought was Westheimer, but it wasn’t. We found ourselves again lost in a neat suburban planned community and drove around until we came to the swimming club, which was FILLED with kids and had multi- levels of pools. It was hard picking our way (on foot again) through all the kids, who were swarming all over.
Upon leaving (back in the car), we could see the Houston skyline off in the distance (it was the southern view as if coming north on I-45 from Galveston), so we headed in that direction, trying to find our way to the freeway.
We came upon an enormous abandoned cathedral across the street from a Gaudi-esque midrise apartment building (I swear it was the Casa Mila in Barcelona!), which was in sad repair in my dream. There was a pitiful looking hound dog asleep under the front step.
The roads consisted of rutted dirt, and then… all of a sudden, there was the on-ramp to the freeway towards home!
When I awoke, I discovered that at some point during the night I had actually removed the pillowslip from my pillow in my sleep and thrown it on the floor (Bailey was curled up on it). You could tell I had been tossing about in my sleep, and my hair… boy, did it look funny that morning!
So what does all this mean? I am fascinated with dream psychology and at one point actually studied the symbolism of dreams. This one was obviously a journey sort of dream. Here’s my take:
I love my mother in law; she is a most generous and dear person. But sometimes she drives me crazy (note: this is not atypical, but in the big scheme of things, we have a very warm relationship). I’m not sure what the darkness in the grocery store meant, but perhaps it symbolizes the residual effects of Ike, after which I spent months helping her pack up her stuff and move.
When you see money on the ground, pick it up! A penny saved is a penny earned. Saloons are sometimes places to find good people, although sometimes their rest rooms leave much to be desired.
The tadpole reference came directly from the comic strip “Baby Blues”, in which the family is currently having adventures with tadpoles, which, as of today, are swimming in the toilet.
The rest is a little harder to analyze, but I think it reflects my disapproval of the current trend to operate sports leagues on Sunday mornings and afternoons in lieu of church activities, which has really decimated youth attendance at Sunday morning services and also Sunday afternoon choirs and fellowship.
Let sleeping dogs lie. And finally, all roads lead back to Houston!
So there you have it. The esteemed pop psychologist, pewperson, has thus analyzed her own dream. Should you have such a dream that you would like to have interpreted, well… “The Doctor is In” and you know what to do!
Note: pewperson will return on Feb. 12; lots of exciting things going on! Will report, never fear.