I Need a Dream Interpretation Please
Dreams are often our unconscious expression of our daily lives. And I can typically figure out what most of my dreams mean or represent. This one? I don't have a clue. If you can help me understand what the heck this dream means, I'll be thrilled.
It starts out that I'm working in a boring tax office (ok, it is tax season - I sort of get this). It's my birthday and I want to go a little crazy at work. So I show up wearing my hair like Gwen Stefani in a tight bun roll with swooshy, but kept, bangs. My hair, of course, matches Gwen's white/blonde color (I'm a brunette in real life). My colleagues in the boring tax office think I'm nuts, but I don't care. I love my new hair style and I'm walking around feeling pretty darn cool. Ok, not a bad dream so far.
Then, it gets a little weird. I follow a little elf man outside to a little bucket. He gets in the bucket and flies away on a zip line. Another bucket magically appears and I climb in, although I don't fit as well as the elf man. The bucket takes off with me in it and I fly away. I'm going so fast that I'm scared as heck, but I open my eyes ever so slightly to find I'm entering a fantasic world like you'd see during Splash Mountain at Disneyland. I'm now having so much fun flying through this fantasy world that my eyes are open wide.
The bucket comes to a halt in a room and dumps me out. I'm now sitting with the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz, but she doesn't have a green face. It's Linda Carter, Wonder Woman, dressed as a witch. Instead of being scared, I show off my darling high heals that change between shiny copper and onyx black depending on how I turn them -- and I'm turning my shoes this way and that to show them off and annoy the witch. I can tell she's curious why I'm not scared of her and almost warms up to me.
Next thing I know the witch is showing me how to make homemade spinage ravioli. She says the trick is to make sure you squeeze the water out, so the ravioli isn't too moist. I'm nodding my head through the cooking lesson.
My alarm goes off and I wake up. Please explain this to me.
It starts out that I'm working in a boring tax office (ok, it is tax season - I sort of get this). It's my birthday and I want to go a little crazy at work. So I show up wearing my hair like Gwen Stefani in a tight bun roll with swooshy, but kept, bangs. My hair, of course, matches Gwen's white/blonde color (I'm a brunette in real life). My colleagues in the boring tax office think I'm nuts, but I don't care. I love my new hair style and I'm walking around feeling pretty darn cool. Ok, not a bad dream so far.
Then, it gets a little weird. I follow a little elf man outside to a little bucket. He gets in the bucket and flies away on a zip line. Another bucket magically appears and I climb in, although I don't fit as well as the elf man. The bucket takes off with me in it and I fly away. I'm going so fast that I'm scared as heck, but I open my eyes ever so slightly to find I'm entering a fantasic world like you'd see during Splash Mountain at Disneyland. I'm now having so much fun flying through this fantasy world that my eyes are open wide.
The bucket comes to a halt in a room and dumps me out. I'm now sitting with the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz, but she doesn't have a green face. It's Linda Carter, Wonder Woman, dressed as a witch. Instead of being scared, I show off my darling high heals that change between shiny copper and onyx black depending on how I turn them -- and I'm turning my shoes this way and that to show them off and annoy the witch. I can tell she's curious why I'm not scared of her and almost warms up to me.
Next thing I know the witch is showing me how to make homemade spinage ravioli. She says the trick is to make sure you squeeze the water out, so the ravioli isn't too moist. I'm nodding my head through the cooking lesson.
My alarm goes off and I wake up. Please explain this to me.
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