If that’s true, what the hell is my heart trying to tell me when I keep dreaming that people are dying?! Or the dream I had last night was that our neighbor kept sneaking up to our front patio and leaving a bird…I didn’t say it was a normal dream!
Actually, they say when you dream of death, it isn’t in the physical form, more like the death of a part of your life – or a better way to say it is that you’re starting something new as something else ends. The same is said for if you dream you’re pregnant – it can also actually mean you’re pregnant which is always comforting!
So the good news is that I’m not clairvoyant and that I don’t need to call the family friend who was the subject of my most recent death dream and warn him that he shouldn’t take that road trip. More so it means something I think I’m ready to part with in my life is on it’s way out. The trouble is figuring out what that thing is.
As for the bird, the website I like to use only gives you bits and pieces. It tells you what the things in your dreams mean, not necessarily the entire dream so you have to put the meaning together. Apparently the bird means “denotes freedom from misunderstanding, and perhaps news from the absent”. The same neighbor came by unexpectedly one night last week to drop something off for Peter – because I’m the paranoid that I am (please see previous post “Phones on a Plane”) I gruffly asked who was at the door and then was a little rude when I did open it, mostly because it caught me off guard. I realized later that I probably came across like a total freak and called to apologize. Maybe my sub conscious is telling me that it’s not a big deal?
Sometimes I wish Baylie could tell me what she’s dreaming about. When rocking her to sleep, she will once in a while scrunch her face up, whimper and then return to her previous state of sweet sleeping bliss. What could she be dreaming about? Her bottle didn’t come fast enough? The pear and applesauce was a little too warm? Travis the dog wasn’t excited about her aggressively grabbing his fur? Who knows, but she seems to have learned the “scrunch and cry” from the dogs. As they’ve aged, both Bear and Travis have “puppy” dreams. Their feet move like they are running, they bark, whimper and shnuffle in their sleep. I’m not sure who or what they are chasing, but it seems like most of the time, it’s something very good!
I always find it interesting that even on nights when Bay doesn’t sleep well and I’m up and down with her, I still dream at least a little. It’s always fun to see if the things that appear in my dreams really do apply to life, or trying to figure out how they do apply to life. Look up the meaning of the things in your dreams:
http://petrix.com/dreams/index.html Sweet dreams!