What Dreams are made of....
Last night, I was awakened from a sound sleep by mumbled shouting only to look over and see the DH in the moonlit room flailing his arms in the air. He wasn't stopping either when I rolled over, so I gently tapped his arm to just waken him enough without coming fully awake. All of sudden he grabs my hand and starts to bend my fingers backwards....hard! By this time I'm straight up in bed screaming "Uncle"! Fortunately for my fingers, that did the trick of waking him from the boogie men. Seems that someone had broken into our house and was swinging a machete at him and he was fighting them off. Me touching his arm was the perfect time in the dream for him to grab the guys hand and wrestle the machete free. It worked, although my hand was killing me!
I have always been fascinated with dreams and what they signify in our loves. As a child, I use to have these amazing dreams of flying over fields, enjoying the landscape below...free as a bird. Lucid dreams. Then there are those where I'm being chased by some attacker who is gaining on me. Or that dream where you take a flying leap off a cliff and shoot up in bed before you hit the bottom. Ever have some of these?
Dream interpretation uncovers an amazing source of information that can help us along in our lives. They can help us decode what our inner self is trying to say to us if we just listen. When we go to sleep at night, we are liberated from activities that we would not normally do in our everyday life...repressing thoughts. We can go anywhere, be anybody and do anything. Only we can truly know what our dreams are telling us and help us through tough situations.
Now I wonder if that machete wielding burgler will come back since my DH successfully wrestled the machete free. What's your favorite dream?