dream interpretations, anyone?

[Hopalong]

Here's one I had a few night ago. Haven't remembered or recorded my dreams in a while but several of you must've inspired me with your recent posts on dreams:

I am driving, relaxed and happy, through the countryside, rediscovering a very small town nearby, dusty old buildings that feel cozy. I am with a male actor I have met who has joined up with me because he is lost. I am giving him a ride.
 
I look ahead and suddenly see an ENORMOUS greenish tornado thundering down on us [I suspect I was listening to my own loud snoring because of the dental procedure drugs]...I slam on the brakes, yelling at the man to get out and take shelter with me now! I direct him into the lowest point, a streambed, as the tornado bears down. It looks as though we might be just slightly off the center of its path, but I'm not sure. We plunge into the stream and flop on our bellies.
 
Then I remember the dog. It s Boo! He is happily scraping and digging at something just beyond the stream at the edge of a field, igoring the tornado, and when he looks up at me when I yell for him he has that happy, totally absorbed look he used to wear. He stays where he is and because the tornado is nearly on top of us, I hold my breath [apnea moment, maybe?] and plunge underwater, beneath a very slight overhang at the edge of the stream. I feel the actor move in behind me and hug me close. We hold our breath and I remember seeing silty mud move through the water in front of my face, and here comes the tornado. [I wake up.]
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I record this dream because a tornado is such an evocation of one of the things I always associated with my mother's childhood on the plains, Kansas, Nebraska, Oklahoma...she was so afraid of them. This thing is so unanswerably massive, unspeakably powerful, it is simply larger than life. Part of me wonders if I have dreamed this image--other than because of snoring, because it might symbolize my mother's impending death. (Boo is dead. And I haven't "seen"--dreamed of--him for years. And...Boo's careful playfulness in the path of the tornado reminds me of the way my mother just smiles and chats and is playful and so absorbed with visitors when she sees them in the hospital.) So...I think it was a dream about death.

(Was a huge big-darn tornado, too. But I know I can snore like a freight train with some Rx.)

Hops

[Sela]

Hi Hops:

I'm no whiz at dream interpretation but I'll give yours a crack, anyway, just for the fun of it.  Take it or leave it, Hoppy, as I can be waaaaaaaaay off some where in the wild, wild wilderness with these things sometimes.

Anyhow....one thing I thought of is that tornados are wild and wicked storms.  Maybe the tornado represents some wild (and possibly wicked??) feelings that might be coming to the surface for you, or hiding away inside?  Your mom is very ill and deep down, even below your conscious level, you might be making some wild plans for the future and maybe even,  wickedly hoping for her speedy demise?? This would make sense to me after, all you've been through with her.....you're getting tired, worn out even, and the thought of freedom is probably a delicious craving, hard to resist but the idea of consciously wishing for her to go might seem bad, wrong, some how unacceptable......so this comes out in your dream, instead?

As to your dog, Boo.  Well, maybe he was your friend and guardian, in life?  If so, he may have come along to help guard your honour......so you won't put yourself down too badly for wishful thinking......and to give you the idea that he will meet and help guard her.....when the time comes?  Sort of put whatever worries you may have at ease?  That's pretty way out there but it just popped into my brain, so I thought I'd let my fingers do the talkin'  .

What came to mind about the actor is that actors play roles and I wondered if this one might actually be there to remind you of the roles you play in your own life and of how well??    Especially......your role as care giver, which you have done a very good job of?    Maybe the hug was to remind you of how loving and kind you have been, most of the time, to your mom?

I think this dream is a comforting dream to keep you safe should her death occur.

Maybe?  Or maybe not?

  Sela

PS:  If you're interested in reading more about some of the dreams people have had here on the board, check out a thread titled:  "dreams anyone?"   I'll try posting a link but I don't know if it will work.  It can be found by putting the title into the search box and clicking "search".

http://www.voicelessness.com/disc3/index.php?topic=1363.0

[Hopalong]

Wow, Sela. Thank you.

I think Boo was also telling me, "Damn the tornadoes, full speed ahead!"

He was VERY good at being alive.

Everything you said is true.
I wallow in my undiscipline.

I have been in bed eating chocolate, feeling...free to do that.
Bleahh. A little too much chocolate though.

It's a little dizzying. Here I am almost 56, feeling as though my curfew just got lifted.
I've started having man-fantasies, too.

Maybe I'll have a party while she's in the nursing home! Woo hoo!

Hops

[Hopalong]

Well heck far!
It'd be about time!

 
 
 

[lofMANY]

Here's one I had a few night ago. Haven't remembered or recorded my dreams in a while but several of you must've inspired me with your recent posts on dreams:

I am driving, relaxed and happy, through the countryside, rediscovering a very small town nearby, dusty old buildings that feel cozy. I am with a male actor I have met who has joined up with me because he is lost. I am giving him a ride.
 
I look ahead and suddenly see an ENORMOUS greenish tornado thundering down on us [I suspect I was listening to my own loud snoring because of the dental procedure drugs]...I slam on the brakes, yelling at the man to get out and take shelter with me now! I direct him into the lowest point, a streambed, as the tornado bears down. It looks as though we might be just slightly off the center of its path, but I'm not sure. We plunge into the stream and flop on our bellies.
 
Then I remember the dog. It s Boo! He is happily scraping and digging at something just beyond the stream at the edge of a field, igoring the tornado, and when he looks up at me when I yell for him he has that happy, totally absorbed look he used to wear. He stays where he is and because the tornado is nearly on top of us, I hold my breath [apnea moment, maybe?] and plunge underwater, beneath a very slight overhang at the edge of the stream. I feel the actor move in behind me and hug me close. We hold our breath and I remember seeing silty mud move through the water in front of my face, and here comes the tornado. [I wake up.]
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I record this dream because a tornado is such an evocation of one of the things I always associated with my mother's childhood on the plains, Kansas, Nebraska, Oklahoma...she was so afraid of them. This thing is so unanswerably massive, unspeakably powerful, it is simply larger than life. Part of me wonders if I have dreamed this image--other than because of snoring, because it might symbolize my mother's impending death. (Boo is dead. And I haven't "seen"--dreamed of--him for years. And...Boo's careful playfulness in the path of the tornado reminds me of the way my mother just smiles and chats and is playful and so absorbed with visitors when she sees them in the hospital.) So...I think it was a dream about death.

(Was a huge big-darn tornado, too. But I know I can snore like a freight train with some Rx.)

The practical mind astrological is sign of Gemini and also rulled by Gemini is cars, so…..

Small town…dusty old… feels comfortable…
Perhaps aspects of life as a kid that were cozy

Male actor…
Men in dreams can be symbolic of conscious mind..perhaps your own that joins your sense of self when you had to play a role to cope.

Greenish tornado…
Green symbolically can be the use of will ..here by someone or something that would overwhelm you.

Slam on brakes…
Someway you know to duck and cover as best you can, directing the actor to lowest point etc. is to safeguard losing your sense of conscious ways to cope with dangers, and that they don’t get found out.

Tornado slightly off center…
That the threat comes not directly at you.. perhaps either to fool you or maybe that you don’t get either a chance to experience the calm of its center and/or to better study its power and nature.

Flop on bellies…
To protect your vital inner organs from something that when it discovers you will throw all its power at you to destroy your inner resistance skills.

The dog…. Boo
Perhaps boo is your instinctive childlike nature

Happily ….digging at something just beyond the stream as the edge of the field….
Could be about your instinctive nature happily believing it can dig to find a reward…perhaps understanding what lies hidden to you.
And that boo is happy in its faith that the reward can be found when one is totally focused.

Boo stays where he is….
Two possible thoughts here.  In focusing on a worthwhile goal innocently, boo is spiritually protected someway…

Boo gets the brunt of the tornado and oh my I cant bear to think it :
.. :

the actor..moves..in behind me….
Several more thoughts now on the actor…
He is not just your own consciousness of how to use skill to cope but a guardian spirit force that presents itself as skilled, sincere, and helpful.  I think guardian spirit forces can be either angels or humans in paradise in  between incarnations.

Maybe later a few thoughts on the mud… etc… at the end.



Hops

[lofmany]

Here's one I had a few night ago. Haven't remembered or recorded my dreams in a while but several of you must've inspired me with your recent posts on dreams:

I am driving, relaxed and happy, through the countryside, rediscovering a very small town nearby, dusty old buildings that feel cozy. I am with a male actor I have met who has joined up with me because he is lost. I am giving him a ride.
 
I look ahead and suddenly see an ENORMOUS greenish tornado thundering down on us [I suspect I was listening to my own loud snoring because of the dental procedure drugs]...I slam on the brakes, yelling at the man to get out and take shelter with me now! I direct him into the lowest point, a streambed, as the tornado bears down. It looks as though we might be just slightly off the center of its path, but I'm not sure. We plunge into the stream and flop on our bellies.
 
Then I remember the dog. It s Boo! He is happily scraping and digging at something just beyond the stream at the edge of a field, igoring the tornado, and when he looks up at me when I yell for him he has that happy, totally absorbed look he used to wear. He stays where he is and because the tornado is nearly on top of us, I hold my breath [apnea moment, maybe?] and plunge underwater, beneath a very slight overhang at the edge of the stream. I feel the actor move in behind me and hug me close. We hold our breath and I remember seeing silty mud move through the water in front of my face, and here comes the tornado. [I wake up.]
-------------
I record this dream because a tornado is such an evocation of one of the things I always associated with my mother's childhood on the plains, Kansas, Nebraska, Oklahoma...she was so afraid of them. This thing is so unanswerably massive, unspeakably powerful, it is simply larger than life. Part of me wonders if I have dreamed this image--other than because of snoring, because it might symbolize my mother's impending death. (Boo is dead. And I haven't "seen"--dreamed of--him for years. And...Boo's careful playfulness in the path of the tornado reminds me of the way my mother just smiles and chats and is playful and so absorbed with visitors when she sees them in the hospital.) So...I think it was a dream about death.

(Was a huge big-darn tornado, too. But I know I can snore like a freight train with some Rx.)

Hops

sorry,
In the previous email i had pasted in my interpretation such that it looked like part of the original post in this thread...
so i am trying to correct that now...

The practical mind astrological is sign of Gemini and also rulled by Gemini is cars, so…..

Small town…dusty old… feels comfortable…
Perhaps aspects of life as a kid that were cozy

Male actor…
Men in dreams can be symbolic of conscious mind..perhaps your own that joins your sense of self when you had to play a role to cope.

Greenish tornado…
Green symbolically can be the use of will ..here by someone or something that would overwhelm you.

Slam on brakes…
Someway you know to duck and cover as best you can, directing the actor to lowest point etc. is to safeguard losing your sense of conscious ways to cope with dangers, and that they don’t get found out.

Tornado slightly off center…
That the threat comes not directly at you.. perhaps either to fool you or maybe that you don’t get either a chance to experience the calm of its center and/or to better study its power and nature.

Flop on bellies…
To protect your vital inner organs from something that when it discovers you will throw all its power at you to destroy your inner resistance skills.

The dog…. Boo
Perhaps boo is your instinctive childlike nature

Happily ….digging at something just beyond the stream as the edge of the field….
Could be about your instinctive nature happily believing it can dig to find a reward…perhaps understanding what lies hidden to you.
And that boo is happy in its faith that the reward can be found when one is totally focused.

Boo stays where he is….
Two possible thoughts here.  In focusing on a worthwhile goal innocently, boo is spiritually protected someway…

Boo gets the brunt of the tornado and oh my I cant bear to think it :
.. :

the actor..moves..in behind me….
Several more thoughts now on the actor…
He is not just your own consciousness of how to use skill to cope but a guardian spirit force that presents itself as skilled, sincere, and helpful.  I think guardian spirit forces can be either angels or humans in paradise in  between incarnations.

Maybe later a few thoughts on the mud… etc… at the end.

[Hopalong]

Well thank you, lofmany!
The pattern I most appreciated in your interpretations was that they were almost all somehow a positive slant on my growth, my life, my instincts (kind of reminded me I have some of those, too). I appreciate that very much.

(And ol' Boo, well if he did get touched by a tornado, he loved it! That dog wanted his own driver's license, I swear...he adored a good ride.  )

He was the finest yellow Lab. A huge one. I always think of him as my first husband.

Thanks again for your careful reading of my dream.
Hops

[Portia]

Hiya Hops, just caught up with your dreamin’

(very sad news about the lack of implants btw, you have my practical sympathy there, it must have been exasperating and painful to have gone through that and not have the result…..I didn’t have any mid-drill x-rays when they did my two (both together, next to front tooth) so maybe that accounts for quite a lot? Frontal lobotomy while we’re at it madam? Not a joking matter, tsk, spank myself. Yeah, sorry about your teef Hops. Not helpful.)

Anyway. Hey, do you ever dream about your teeth? I do! I wanted to just mention:

I hold my breath [apnea moment, maybe?] and plunge underwater, beneath a very slight overhang at the edge of the stream. I feel the actor move in behind me and hug me close. We hold our breath and I remember seeing silty mud move through the water in front of my face, and here comes the tornado.

Going into water can maybe often signify going into your subconscious/unconscious. Water = unconscious. Deeper water = deeper memories, desires etc.

So you plunge into the water? Beneath an overhang (safety above protecting you while you plunge?) Hey is this actor your T? just a random thought there.

The silty mud moves through the water in front of you….(unclear confusing unconscious stuff moving away to allow clearer vision?) and here comes the tornedo! What will it do? Will it take up the water (your unconscious!) with it and scatter it, maybe free it? Or will you be safe in your unconscious while the tornado passes overhead? Either way, I think it looks good.