I wish my dreams were not so strange. Most people have normal dreams. Dreams that they can interpret. Dreams that at least have them playing superheroes that give them confidence that maybe they are supposed to do something great in their lives. You know the people I'm talking about. He/she claims that they went to bed unsure of what they were to become and then Freddy Mercury appears with words of wisdom about starting a rock band. Or another may close their eyes only to find themselves fishing once again with their great uncle named Creekmore telling him/her to...I don't know...cast a welcoming hand toward a troubled friend.
I just have stupid dreams.
The other night I dreamed that several members of the youth group here at church were invited to defend the Christian faith on Jon Stewart's, The Daily Show. It just so happened to be conveniently filmed on the patio of Boscoe's on Madison. It was a 30 minute show and I took three youth so that they could have their half hour of fame. But as soon as the LIVE show began, the entire group answered one question and then ran away. The show was ruined and Jon Stewart was angry at me. What am I to do with that???? Does anyone have any idea?
Last night I dreamed that I decided to ride out a hurricane at my parents new home. I thought it would be fun. But the flood waters came up and washed away the lattice work (that doesn't exist fortunately) and an inch of water came into only one room of the house. Now had could that happen? The house is level. I'm so confused. Oh, and the water scum was brown, smelly, and my parents just decided to keep it that way. It made me want to call my parents at 6am this morning and ask them if they had chosen brown for their primarey wall color.
Were these just related to the Smores that I ate on Sunday night during a campfire? Hey, I'm missing my pillow. Sorry, bad joke. But I really was talked into eating that strange recipe of burnt marshmallows, chocolate bar, and graham crackers. Just the sugar rush alone made me invision Smurfs jumping out of the nearby picnic table.
My former pastor once told me that dreams are NOT about God or other people, but about ME. I once told him about my dream of trying to become a lifeguard but this big man in a wheelchair who didn't have any limbs was trying to give us intructions. I guess this was about me in some way but I would rather blame it on some bad tacos. His possible explanation was that I feared I didn't feel I had a leg to stand on. Probably something to that. I would hope that God wasn't speaking to me through a dream with an invalid man yelling at me to swim. There must be other ways for me to get a message. You know, an image of Moses telling me that there are actually 15 commandments. Then I would wake up and be sure I was supposed to be an archeologist.
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Hey Richard,
I have weird dreams sometimes too, but if you really want to talk to someone with weird dreams then you need to talk to Claire! She has some weird dreams! I'll tell you about them Wednesday
I've always heard you put yourself in each character's place.
For example, maybe you are the limbless man and not you in the swim dream. Maybe you were feeling the pressure at the time to answer questions that you felt inadequate to answer. It's often a mnister's nightmare. All the big questions for which many people expect you to have some answer.
Willy the Sidekick
Yes. The way I have heard it from one who has studied dreams is that all dreams are about the one doing the dreaming. I definately felt not in control because a sidenote is that the person who traveled with me (in the dream) insisted that he drive the car and not me.
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