New Dream Journal please

The Kizzy · Post by **The Kizzy** » Sun May 15, 2005 10:09 pm

A little background for you....

I made lasagna tonight for dinner, 2 pans, one for here, and one for work. I didn't work tonight, but I was supposed to take it in for a pot luck last week, and couldn't make it because I was in Southern Ohio visiting my Aunt who was very ill and in the hospital and I hadn't seen her in 7 years. Alot of people were looking forward to it, so I made 2 pans. I went to bed at 8pm tonight because my youngest was at his Dad's all weekend, and I laid down with him at bedtime because he wanted to tell me about his weekend. I promptly fell asleep.

When I first got married over 9 years ago, I didn't make lasagna, I made lasagna soup, because I would preccok the noodles, and also use cottage cheese in my lasagna, so it always came out like soup. It tasted good, but was literally soup. I also hate cooking for people because I fear that they won't like it.

So here is the dream........

I dreamt I took my Uncle's new Ford Focus he bought and lent me (still had Texas plates on it) to work to pick up my pan. I asked everyone how the lasagna was and everyone said it tasted good but it was runny. This got me upset that someone would say this to me, especially since I took the time on my day off to make it for them. I went in the back to talk to the manager, and we made plans to go to lunch later in the wek to discuss some details of a charity event. I walk outside with Lori and Stephani who had just gotten off work, and another server, Julie, was just coming in. Julie thought the car was cute and jumped on top of it and laid on her belly like a surf board. Lori was trying to be funny and pushed the car, and it was parked at an angle, and ran into the side of the building and totally crunched the front of the car into a pancake. I was so mad I was screaming, "YOU FUCKING BITCH, IT'S NOT MY CAR" and literally ran after them to beat the holy living shit out of them. I shot up in bed and had the worst chest pains ever. (Granted, it's probably heart burn from the lasagna)

Ok, I know some of you analyze dreams here, so GO!!!

Narrock · Post by **Narrock** » Sun May 15, 2005 10:33 pm

Darcler · Post by **Darcler** » Mon May 16, 2005 12:05 am

You were thinking about your lasagna so that's the whole reason for that being in there. The wrecked car represents an injured pride.

I have heartburn also. After anything I eat or drink (water included)....this cant be good, right?

Yamori · Post by **Yamori** » Mon May 16, 2005 1:10 am

Speaking of dreams, there was about a month in my life where none of my dreams had me involved whatsoever. They were just un-me-related imagery. Any dream analyzers know what that means? o.O

labbats · Post by **labbats** » Mon May 16, 2005 6:55 am

If you ever want to delve into the world of mindfucks try lucid dreaming.

It's cool as anything when it works, but at the price of questioning your sanity a dozen times a day. You basically train yourself to question your reality constantly, and when you find reality flaws (no sense of time, can't turn on lights, hard to read), you are most likely dreaming. So then you do some silly shit and see if it's real or not.

Adivina · Post by **Adivina** » Mon May 16, 2005 8:48 am

I got in a huge fight with my mother, to the point where she said things that I will never fully forgive her for. That night I had a dream where all my teeth were movable and loose and I was pulling them out one by one. I have heard this is indicative of tooth grinding.... thoughts?

Darcler · Post by **Darcler** » Mon May 16, 2005 9:25 am

Bad teeth like what you posted just mean you were thinking back about the fight with your mother. It means that the words you were saying were coming back to haunt you.

Almost any dream I have doesnt include me. A reoccuring and only dream I remember that has me in it is a murder/suicide (depending on which view you take) and I die. Only dream I've had where I actually die.

Guess what? No heaven. All was black.

Adivina · Post by **Adivina** » Mon May 16, 2005 5:04 pm

Unfortunatly the words were not from me. I stood there silently in utter shock of the things coming out of her mouth, then told her I was done speaking with her and walked off. I will not make the same mistake she did, I will not tell people things that I will regret later on.