Alright, so you know I love dream analysis. Over the past few months, I’ve been looking up stuff like floods and apocolpyse and erupting volcanoes and showering in the mall…stuff like that.

But the past several nights, they’ve been much more realistic.  Like having conversations with people I had spoken with earlier in the day, or doing things I had done that day, or would be doing soon. And not a dream that’s “regular, but turns weird,” like  being with mom and then all of a sudden being with a princess in a castle. I mean, for real, realistic dreams. That could have been real life.

And dreams of people I rarely-to never see. And dreams about people I saw that day–that maybe I hadn’t seen for awhile. And dreams of people I’ll see, doing things we were planning on doing.

It’s really … well, it’s weird to have non-weird dreams! It’s kinda fascinating, too. It’s like I get to live out the things I secretly (or not-so-secretly) want. Some of them are just “whatever,” and some leave nothing to interpretation, but I really enjoyed that one when S secretly touched my leg under the table.

Usually, when I dream, and I figure out the supposed “meaning,” I kinda know what it’s in reference to.

Water is usually subconcious, and I don’t know what the floods were trying to tell me last night.

A car is usually where your life is going. Who is driving? That “person” (or what they symbolize) is what’s guiding you in life.

A phone, I’m assuming is communication–what happens if it falls in water, but you grab it in time for it to still work.

I won’t lie. School is the number one thing on my mind right now. I’m not sure how all these things correspond, but I’ll be looking them up later. Oh, yeah, and HEAVY making out by the red bell peppers in Whole Foods.

The past two nights have been full of MAJOR dreamage. Like seriously crazy stuff. Some from last night, some from the night before, all surely significant. I don’t believe dreams are predicative, but I do believe they offer valuable insight to some of the stuff we can’t always quite get to.

I used two of my favorite dream dictionaries for these. I do have a few books I need to go back and look at.

First of all, I was with my mom, aunt and cousin. Suddenly, we knew the Apocalypse was happening. And we were having trouble saying the word apopcolptic. Apocalyptic. We said it several times. It was almost like the Rapture or something.

To dream of the apocalypse, signifies an emotional and dramatic change taken place within. The dream may also indicate the end of one kind of lifestyle and the beginning of another.

Such dreams can reflect anxiety about the future, such as many people experienced in connection with atomic war during the cold war. Even though such a war never came, the anxiety dogged many people’s lives for years. They also show the person inwardly recognising that enormous changes are occurring within them that will eventually produce shifts in the way they live and feel about themselves.

We ducked into an alley way, and were kinda high up. I checked around the corner to the left and saw a huge tidal wave coming (but we were safe because we were in the alley).

To see a tidal wave in your dream, represents an overwhelming emotional issue that demands attention. You may have been keeping your feelings and negative emotions bottled up inside for too long. On a positive note, the tidal wave symbolizes the clearing away of old beliefs.

After I ducked back in, there were a bunch of birds, to the right. But they were like poorly folded paper birds. It was almost as if they were from book covers.  I could only see them from behind. I thought maybe I was in a dream, so I pinched myself, thinking that if I pinched myself, I’d wake up. I did not and it was scary. I eventually woke up, but my eyes weren’t open yet and I knew I had been dreaming, my heart thumping.

There was also something about my hair dresser. I was going to see her. Her hair was cut short. My hair was weird. She slept in her chair. Whatever.

Another time I was IN a volcano. Yes, inside it. It started to erupt and me and the people I was with had to run. Running is another common element in my dreams. We were able to get outside of it and there were people near by, also running from the lava.

A breaking into consciousness of repressed urges, fears, terrors, or even insights and healing. Basically a healing process, but it can be disturbing.

To see a volcano in your dream, indicates that you are unable to control your emotions, particularly if the volcano is erupting. You are ready to burst. The end result may be damaging and hurtful, especially to those around you. If the volcano is dormant, then it represents past issues that have been resolved and put to the rest.

To see an eruption in your dream, signifies a forceful and jolting outpour of repressed thoughts or urges. You may also be experiencing an upheaval in your life.

Another time, I was in a house similar to the one in the Shining. Yes, with ghosts. I had to run though all these rooms and stairs and stuff. Like in the Shining, I wasn’t sure which were real and which weren’t.

Alternatively, ghosts are representative of something that is no longer obtainable or within reach. It indicates that you are feeling disconnected from life and society. Try to figure out what the ghosts wants or what it is looking for. Alternatively, the dream may be a calling for you to move on and abandon your outdated modes of thinking and behavior.

I was running because I had to get somewhere. Or I was meeting someone, or I had to get to him or her about the ghosts. I think I was running down stairs and I yelled, “NO!” at one of them. Like leave me alone, I need to get out of here. I think I was in a library, checking out books at one point, even as I was running. I think I talked to someone, pretty sure it was a ghost.

To dream that you are in a library, signifies your search for knowledge and your hunger for ideas. You may be trying to seek out new meanings to life or you need to study and evaluate your situation before taking action.

So between the apocalypse, volcanoes, ghosts, tidal waves and dreams so realistic I think maybe I’m dreaming, I’m ready for a night of dreams about my future husband or a villa in Italy or chocolate cake with buttercream frosting or something.

More dreams last night. Lots. Lots of bad ones. Like people were mad at me. Even my best of friends were angry or upset with me. Like really mad. And this other group of women? They all had a slumber party and I was invited to the morning stuff, but they ALL gathered without me. And they talked about me and how I was a bad person.

Couple nights ago, I remember screaming at least twice during the course of the dream(s). I woke up with a dry throat. I don’t know if I screamed out loud or made those noises that you sometimes make when you want to scream, but can’t. Or  you’re in a dream and can’t scream for real.

I did have one where I witnessed a really, really horrible car crash. I wonder if that’s when I screamed? I don’t remember now. I was not driving (I’m rarely driving in my dreams, which I know is significant). A car sped past us, flipped over. I could see the underside of it. Not sure about the people in it. Don’t remember them, if they lived or not or if they were even relevant. The wreck was horrible, though.

It’s so damn hot out, my house does not cool off. I wake up sweating sometimes. Sometimes I wake up and move to the couch because it’s cooler and darker in the living room. I’m pondering starting there tonight, despite my awesomely comfortable bed.