Strange Dream

Dream Dictionary : An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind

Last night I had the strangest dream.

I dreamt that I was fast asleep in my bed when in the middle of the night, someone broke into my bedroom. This guy had a deep deep voice and was very intimidating. He had a look of authority. Like a cop or FBI or even IRS. He told me that he wanted to ask me questions about an acquaintance of mine. Somehow the way he said it assured me that he was not there to steal, murder or rape. Just on some very top secret government mission.

I really didn't want to respond. What could I say? That she is a fun gal to hang out with? And that's all I know about her?

I was terrified. I don't lie and did not want to.

That's when Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp came to rescue me. 

And then... I woke up.

Le Sigh!

So obviously when I woke up, I tried to do online research about the interpretation of the dream. But no luck. What kind of dream analysis does not recognize Brad Pitt?

So today I am going to order this book.

Dream Dictionary : An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind


Anyone have recommendations? What do you think my dream meant? And have you had a strange dream that you can share? Do tell!

Maze

Life can be a maze sometimes. Which way to go? So much to do and such little time.

A Dream

Last night I had the most vivid and annoying dream. I was so annoyed that I was huffing and puffing and stormed out of the house to go to work.

Do you ever have these dreams where you get really really mad at someone for doing something to you in YOUR dream? Well I was pissed!

So here is my dream. I dreamed that my hubby and I went to this nice exotic resort for a vacation. Ok I know. It starts of well.

When we reached the lobby, my husband insisted on sending all the luggage to the room including my purse. I never ever part with my purse. I am just insecure about that. But I complied. Then he walked towards the lobby and all of a sudden all my in-laws started pouring in. He had invited all of them and all his buddies to our vacation. I was pissed.

And here is the part that pissed me off more. All of them ignored me and went away some place. Including my hubby. I was stranded in the hotel lobby with no clue what my room number was, where my purse was, had no money, no identification. I was terrified and did not know what to do. I was pissed at my husband for abandoning me.

So here is the thing about dreams. They have no logic. In reality, if that had happened to me, I would have talked to concierge, retrieved my purse and obtained my room number. Then I would go directly to the gift shop, purchase something very expensive and charge it to the room. After that, I would go to my room, and order the most expensive champagne and lobster. I would of course charge it to the room. Then I would curl up with a book.

But in my dream, I felt heartache and abandonment. I stood there for a while and ran around frantically in the hotel trying to find one familiar face. I could not. So I started crying.

And that is when I woke up. Angry at my hubby for abandoning me for his friends and family.

Good thing that he was sleeping when I left for work. Or I would have had the weirdest argument with him. And he would have no idea why I was so mad at him.


So here are some questions I've been pondering on.

• What does the dream mean?
• Why would I have a dream like that?
• Have you eve had a dream where you wake up being very pissed?
• Have I finally lost it?
• Where should I go on vacation next year?
• How am I going to make it through nablopomo?

If you have any clues, feel free to pass it on.

Cabo San Lucas Dreams Lounge

Sometimes a picture is so much better than a thousand words. Here is the lovely lounge at the Dreams resort in Cabo San Lucas. You can relax here, watch the spectacular Sea of Cortez, and sip on cocktails.







In the evening, you can listen to relaxing music. Flute, guitar, the Sea of Cortez and more cocktails.

So what happens when my hubby arrives there during the football season?








A little rearrangement.

At his request, the staff pulled in a TV so he could watch the Cowboys play football.

All the men at the lounge thanked him profusely. They said the flute was making them sleepy.

And the women? Some joined their husbands. Others gabbed with other women, and some took off to the spa.

We were all secure about ourselves and thought, "what's the problem with a few hours of football when you are in paradise and have a lifetime to spend together? Let them have some fun. Live and let live."

Translation: Football is football. It is sacrilegious. If you expect them to give it up so you can sip on cocktails, hold hands and listen to the flute together, you have no clue about reality. Don't even bother going there. Give up now and make the both of you happier. Join them or think of ways to entertain yourself during the football hours. I suggest going to the spa or shopping.

Live and let live.