I really should post my own shit before wandering off to read everyone else's blogs. No wonder I never get anything done around here. Be that as it may, I read something about a dream somewhere yesterday and since I myself had a dream that I actually remembered this week, I'll ignore Jenny's advice and share it with you, gentle reader.
So, I was out walking with grandson #2, which, come to think of it, I haven't done since he was in his buggy and he's twelve now, so I should have been on my guard right away, when something caught my attention and I looked up...and up...and up. And there, towering above me, a huge column of thick, black smoke was rising from somewhere not far ahead, spreading out as it rose until it filled half the sky with roiling, churning darkness. I would normally include a photo at this point but wouldn't you know it, I didn't have my camera with me and did I mention that this was a dream?
Anyway. Obviously there was a fire burning at the base of this pillar of smoke, and it must have been growing hotter and hotter all this time because finally it became so intense that it ignited the entire cloud, bright red and yellow flames racing upward at a phenomenal rate as a wave of heat blasted me in the face and chest. Crowds of frightened passers-by fled past me as they tried to escape the growing number of fires - did I mention that there were three or four by now? Well there were, trust me on this, I was there. But I had to press ahead towards the fires, into the blistering heat, to find my errant grandson. Presumably he had gone on ahead while I was blogging about all these fires, the little tyke.
Just then, thankfully, he appeared up ahead, running around the corner towards me. Well I rushed up and grabbed his hand and we raced for safety. Unfortunately the alarm clock chose that exact moment to go off, so I totally missed out on the burning skombie cats, dammit.
PS. Does anyone know how to transfer dream photos onto a blog because that would be all kinds of awesome?
That would be all kinds of awesome! Can't help you there, though.
ReplyDeleteI can help you figure out the meaning of the dream, though. Here's what www.dreammoods.com says about dreaming about fire:
"Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolize destruction, passion, desire, illumination, transformation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering into your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, then it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation.
To dream that you are being burned by fire, indicates that your temper is getting out of control. Some issue or situation is burning you up inside.
To dream that a house is on fire, indicates that you need to undergo some transformation. If you have recurring dreams of your family house on fire, then it suggests that you are still not ready for the change or that you are fighting against the change. Alternatively, it highlights passion and the love of those around you.
To dream that you put out a fire, signifies that you will overcome your obstacles in your life through much work and effort. If you are setting a fire to something or even to yourself, then it indicates that you are undergoing some great distress. You are at the brink of desperation and want to destroy something or some aspect of yourself."
And, while looking for this, I ran across another dream symbol you might need to know about:
"Farting: To dream that you are farting, suggests that you are being passive aggressive. You need to express your feelings in a more direct manner."
So what did it mean when I dreamt that my mother and I got autographs from the guy who plays Dexter and Michael Shermer and then I almost got sucked out of the house by a tornado just as my alarm went off? I did manage to hold on to the autographs until I woke up, though.
ReplyDeleteAll the zombleton cats would be strangled by God because you just said awesome. This is basic science, my friend.
ReplyDeleteDebi - I'm British. Passive aggressive is what we do.
ReplyDeleteLaurie - Holding on to the autographs - you've got your priorities right.
Jenny - Thank goodness we have a scientist to keep us straight, although I don't know if I should be worried that I understood every word of your comment.