Monday, January 12, 2015

To sleep, perchance to dream…

Upon waking up in the morning, I can usually remember what I have dreamed about for a little while, but gradually the details fade and eventually I forget.

There are exceptions of course. I have a recurring dream that is frightening enough that I remember the general details long after but not all of specifics—it’s your garden-variety “I’m lost” dream…
I’m driving in the car in a city, often it is in my home town, where I thought I knew my way, but suddenly I am lost and I can’t find my way home…

I’ve headed off on foot in an area where I am familiar, but suddenly find myself lost and I can’t get back…

I have parked the car and now I can’t find it….
 The other frequent dream is that my teeth are falling out. I know this dream is supposed to be symbolic of something else, but in my case, I think it really is about teeth falling out. When we were children, our parents made sure our teeth were taken care of. My mom, especially, reminded us—over and over—that it was a disgrace to loose a tooth because the teeth were not taken care of.  I had weak teeth. I spent a lot of time at the dentist.

When I was about 45, a carefully tended and much mended tooth finally had "enough" and shattered, and could not be saved. I fell apart after it was pulled, and my dearly beloved had to come and drive me home because I was so distraught.

Which brings me to the dream I had last night. Already the details are fading, but I do remember this much: 

I was in a hatchback car parked along the highway, and I had a 7-foot-tall llama with me that was wearing a halter to which was tied a long tether. The dog was with me too. She could talk. My intention, and I am not sure why I thought this would work, was to tie the llama to the back of the car and drive slowly home with the llama following behind. I told the dog to get in the car and she started to grumble about it, but did get in.

Then I turned and noticed our old family car was there too a little further down the highway (not sure where it came from or how it go there). It was sitting slightly off the road but at an angle and the hood was slightly over the white line. I thought I better move it so it wouldn’t get hit. While I was moving away, the car with the llama started up and drove itself over to a clump of trees so it would be out of the sun. I guess the dog was driving. And then I woke up.

A 7-foot-tall llama? What was that about?

Very helpfully, I found a Web site that explains (or believes that it explains) all about these things that appear in our dreams and what they mean.

“To see a llama in your dream represents deep trust, strength and endurance.”

OK. That might work. I believe I do have all of those things, although not always all at the same time.

“It may also mean that you are worrying too much and carrying too many problems.”

Oh yes, indeed… that works too. Perfect. I am worried about a few things that are rather important but are in the hands of my husband (who has very bad ADD) and which I can do nothing about.


Linda Kay said...

I remember dreams, but like you, they vanish pretty quickly. I've never tried to find the interpretation, however. Not sure I'd want to know.

Far Side of Fifty said...

Interesting dreams especially the dog talking:)