Saturday, July 11, 2026

60 Years Are Too Many: Dream Interp

     11 July

        It isn't that you don't dream, you don't remember.

       It isn't that the pieces don't mean anything, you are just uninterested.    

       And that OK. It's not for everyone.

       My pony camp co teacher was talking about her astrological sign, and asked if I was "Into that sort of thing". I explained briefly yes, but it's all derivitive.

        She enjoyed that explanation a lot, as it explained much to her. I was happy to be of service.

        I'm 60, I've always been able to talk to dead people  and I'm in theatre. Remember I was also a church kid for all of my youth. So yes, I've been "into" that sort of thing. I still occasionally dabble in tarot. Back in the day I had my  astrological cards "done" with my birth sign and which sign was in each house. I've had psychic friends--my real friends, not a 1-900 phone number--give me past life flashes, which at times has explained a peculiar avoidance or fear of mine that otherwise had no root. I love graveyards.I learned palmistry. I trucked with crystals and I still believe in the value of smudging and incense. 

        I'm not a witch or a psychic. I'm just a person with a unique sensitivity who was interested in learning the symbols while also believing in God.

        The one aspect that has stuck with me is dream interpretation. Largely because it's science, and everything in your dream is symbolic of something in your waking life. Also, it's Biblical so that makes my mom happy. Our brains are fascinating, and I grew up with the myth "We only use 10%" which may not be a myth so much as shifting scientific research. I do not believe we use our whole brain. If we did, we wouldn't need dreams. 

        Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

        I'm not a professional neuroscientist or astrologer, I'm just a person who learned some stuff and uses it to explain my mental state and help in moments of deep despair.

        We all know we're in something big right now. A massive shift. Some use the word "apocolypse" some do not. It's not just the united states, it's the planet.

        As such, people who aren't generally sensitive are experiencing vivid dreams, anxiety attacks, and such. People who are sensitive are experiencing vivid dreams, anxiety attacks and such.

        There's nothing we can do about it. It's universal. It's out of our control. Which is driving the Red Hats straight into anger apoplexic implosions, but it's accurate. "Apocolyptic energy" does not mean "apocolypse", but you go right ahead and scream "rapture". 

        I know I can't control it. But as a control freak, I wish to understand it.

        I have had a few massive deep, wonderful dreams the last few weeks. The kind that make you wish you lived in the dream on not on this dumpster planet. The issue is, even if they are wonderful and not terrors, I still struggle the next day because I am Not Rested. I was too busy galavanting in my mind all night, enjoying myself. Because face it, if you have a good dream in 2026 you have no desire to wake up.

        So I thought I'd give y'all a bit of help. You can look up dream symbols in Dream Moods oline-they're pretty accurate--but a baseline is always nice. We'll do pieces of my dream last night, which was magnificent but I only remember flashes. I had one a few weeks ago that made me wake up with thorough epiphanies, I was actually energized, but the actual plot/colors/symbols of the dream itself melted off.

        If I was an artist my life would be so much easier, I could draw this dream location. It's new, we all have set locales we use over and over---it was the basis for that movie Inception-but this place was entirely new.

        It was a college campus connected by a "lagoon" to another college campus. My brain told me it was the University of Utah and the University of Washington. I know georgraphy and I know that's impossible: dream. Both campus' looked like mountain tourist towns-dark wood store fronts and restaurants, people everywhere. Both sides had big wood stairs you had to ascend to the main campus, and descend to the beautiful green water.

        I had impressions of whales and dolphins, but do not remember seeing any. There was a chimpanzee who crossed my path and I scratched his head, and a massive black prehistoric pteradactyl at one end of the pool, guarding it. His skin was like a seal's, it was thick and shiny. He didn't move or make any noise. Just watched. He fascinated me.

        I was wearing red pants and some sort of red/grey 1980's jacket. Possibly a Michael Jackson jacket, possibly a letter jacket. I took a picture of myself with my red flip phone and my hair was shoulder length and I was skinny. I was deliriously happy even though I knew I had crossed from Utah to Washington and I needed to get back. Usually these dreams are anxiety filled and horrible, but I just wandered around watching people talk and eat and looking at the pool. Several people called out "I like your jacket", and each time I looked down it was somewhat different---MJ or letterman.

        I made my way past the pteradactyl--which I know we're supposed to call pterandons now but that's not who he was--and climbed the stairs. I walked close enough to him to see water on his skin, which is how I knew it was like a seal, not a bird. He'd emerged from the pool as I passed by. I was not threatened by him at all, I thought he was beautiful. He just quietly watched me.

         I arrived at the top of the stairs and looked at the names of the storefronts on the dark wood buildings, and thought I must have walked the wrong way and I'd have to go back. I guess the names were unfaimilair. Then I woke up.

        Cool, huh?

        Nope. Only cool to me. That's the thing with dreams----Nobody Else Cares.

        But I can use this to help you unpack yours if you're interested.

        Upper levels ---upstairs, mountain tops, towns at the top of the stairs--are your  spirital conscious. Stuff you are still trying to obtain or settle, but on a spiritual level.

        Mid levels- Stuff you know you are dealing with in your waking life.  I didn't have a mid level, but I suspect that was the university mountain town, since it wasn't really an upstairs level.

        Lover levels--basements, cellars, lagoons--are your unconscious. The stuff you are not consciously dealing with. Everything in the lagoon is waiting for me to deal with it.

        Water is life. I have water in dreams constantly, at least it's not flooding or threatening me in this dream. It's beautiful and calm. A truly nice change.

        Colors usually are whatever that color means to you. Blue is generally calming. Green in generally growth. Red is intense feelings. Black is usually transformative---at least for me, it's a change that is occuring. Unless it is a black shape in a cellar, that's a different issue.

        Pteradactyl- a need to confront a wild side, or a deeper instinct.

        See? If you know the symbols, you don't have to drive yourself crazy figuring out the meaning. You're a smart person who can put puzzle pieces together.

        This was helpful to me when I had a dream about a blue gorilla trying to force feed from my porch, and I had to slam the door on him.

        If you do this and it clicks, text me. I'd love to know.

        Scene.

        

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