Welcome

Hi there, I’m Kady Jo and welcome to my blog about dreaming. I have so many odd and colourful dreams that I have often found myself writing them down over the years. Many of them, I tell my friends and family about as they are incredibly random and amusing, e.g. dancing footloose style with MacGyver or being chased by giant beavers.

So, I have decided to share my dreams to see if there’s anyone else out there that has as many strange dreams as I do. I’m also going to try to decipher my dreams using dream interpretation sites online and my common sense, seeing what links to my activities during the day and what is pure nonsense.

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Daniel Craig, Mark Ruffalo and Tom Selleck To The Rescue!

Trapped on an island of sorts, I’m being hunted by unseen people mainly at night. There’s no way off this island, not much to help keep me alive. All I have is a backpack with bits and bobs in which I’ve managed to drop somewhere whilst running. As I’m hiding in a dilapidated metal shed, I hear a rustling from the bushes nearby. In the failing light, there’s a flash of white. This strikes me as odd as the people after me never wear white but I ready myself to flee anyway. The flash of white moves in the opposite direction from me and I squeeze as quietly as possible through the broken door and make a run for it only to be stopped by my name being called. I stop and look around to see Daniel Craig peering out from behind a tree, hand held out and beckoning me to him. He tells me to hurry up  so run towards him, (if you’re stuck on an island and on the run and Daniel Craig appears and holds his hand out to you, you do exactly as he says) and he takes my hand and we run together, crashing through the foliage in the night, branches and vines clutching at us, making us both trip and pull each other up until we’re in a clearing near the water’s edge where there’s a boat waiting for us. For some reason I look behind me and see my grandparents (they’ve arrived by plane, on the island I couldn’t escape from there’s a bloody airport and my grandparents are visiting me).

“Come on,” Daniel urges.

“But I might not get chance to see them again,” I tell him and tug myself free from his grasp.

“Just bloody hurry up then,” he tells me and I run to my grandparents, hugging them both, telling them that I love them but they have to leave as its dangerous. My grandparents are puzzled but do as I say and walk into the departure lounge. I leg it back to Daniel Craig waiting impatiently at the boat. It’s a large wooden rowing boat with two other men in it and a motor.

“Get in,” Daniel says. I do as he says because, a; I want to get off the island and to safety and b; if Daniel Craig tells you to ‘get in’, whether it’s a car or a boat, you get in. Due to being exhausted and injured, I trip as I step into the boat and land on Mark Ruffalo who complains and grabs at his leg. I’m confused as to how The Hulk is so wimpy but apologise anyway and sit down as Daniel Craig starts up the boat and we make our way out into the sea. As the cold night breeze cuts through me, I curse out loud that my backpack and jumper are still on the island somewhere and fold my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm.

“Never mind, Kady,” says the man next to me, who, it turns out, is Tom Selleck. “ You can borrow mine.” Tom takes his black jumper off and gives it to me. I put it on and he puts an arm around me and pulls me into him so I rest my head on his chest and enjoy the fact that I’m warmer and not running or hiding.

Then things get a bit a jumpy, out of order and weird (if it wasn’t already) and it’s difficult to explain so I won’t.

I’m not even going to try to interpret this one.

Keep dreaming.

Pirate Teether Toy Nightmare

I had this one Sunday night, it was one of many (not on the same theme, luckily) and it left me unable to sleep for a while.

I’ll keep it short and (not so very) sweet.

My daughter, who has just turned five months old, has a toy. It’s a little pirate teether toy and she loves it. It’s guaranteed to bring a smile to her face. It crinkles, it’s easy to grab, easy to move about and, well, she just loves it. And I used to like it. Until last night when I dreamt it was like Chucky from the film Child’s Play where it came alive and, holding a rather pointy and sharp knife, hunted me down.

I’m extremely grateful I can’t remember much of the dream apart from one bit where it managed to climb the stairs, menacing, evil look in it’s beady little eye. Suffice to say when I woke, I was pretty darn sure I could hear it’s crinkly, creepy little body making it’s way up the stairs, knife in hand, little yellow, plastic ring feet dragging along behind it as it came to find me and kill me.

It took a while for me to get back to sleep and it’s taken best part of the day for me to be able to look at that damn toy, let alone touch it.

My other dreams last night involved lots of things I can’t remember but there was one dream with Nathan Fillion in. It wasn’t a nice dream but it was nice that he was in it.

Biscuit Dough, The Queen and Pineapple

This weirdness happened Sunday morning and I did my best to remember as much as possible whilst cracking on with my day at six o’ clock in the morning.

I’m in the yard on the farm I used to live on trying to make Star Trek badge biscuits. I’ve got the dough made and I’m looking for implements I can use to cut the shape I want. The dough is semi rolled out on our paint flecked modelling table. The dough is semi rolled out because the table is covered in other objects, what they are I don’t know, the table is just really messy and I don’t have much room to work with. There’s other people with me but I can’t tell who they are. Anyway, one minute all this is outside, then we’re inside the farm house in the big kitchen but with the same table only now the biscuit dough is sticking to the table and I’m making a right mess to go along with all the other mess on the table which has now spread to the rest of the room and the neighbouring room. Whilst I’m peeling the dough off the table and worrying about how messy the house is when some rather posh cars pull up outside and the next thing I know, Queen Elizabeth II is in the room shaking hands and nodding politely. But she’s not just The Queen, she’s also my Nan (my actual Nan looks nothing like the queen and is probably extremely different in personality and temperament) and she wants to have a word with my mum, me and someone else one at a time and in private so me and my brother (who has suddenly appeared) go to the front room to find a fire (in the fireplace) going and a strange woman sat in a chair who starts talking to us. I wander around the back of the chair to a table that’s set up with Easter eggs and other assorted chocolate, some other stuff and a serving dish with leftover pineapple soup (I’m assuming the soup part but there was chunks of pineapple so I know for a fact it was pineapple based). Behind the table is a real, un-decorated Christmas Tree.

I’m woken by my daughter thrashing about in her cot and going “Eh!”

Interpretation using dreammoods.com –

  • Dough – signifies potential, possibilities and the ability to create.

  • Farm – suggests I need to develop an aspect of myself and utilise my potential.

  • Childhood home – indicates my desires for building a family. It also reflects aspects of myself that were developing whilst I lived there.

  • Table – represents social unity and family connections.

  • Paint- symbolises expression of my inner emotions.

  • The Queen – symbolises intuition, personal growth, power and influence.

  • Chocolate – signifies love, celebration and self reward. It could also suggest I am indulging in too many excesses and need to practice restraint.

  • Pineapple – represents self-confidence, ambition and success.

My thoughts –

  • Dough – I thought about making biscuits that day, also my husband made some bread dough that evening.

  • The farm – I lived there for over fifteen years, I think about it from time to time so it will pop up in my dreams.

  • The Table – It’s been around for as long as I can remember and is still going (it used to be our main dining table as we grew up then we used it for painting models on and doing other arts and crafts over the years and now I think it’s regained it’s original purpose as a dining table).

  • The Queen – pfft, I can’t come up with anything for that one, especially her being my Nan. It was odd (apart from the obvious) because it felt like she wanted to pass on her knowledge of certain things because she was going to die. My Nan’s health isn’t great so maybe it’s a worry I have appearing in my dream in a strange way.

  • Chocolate – I like chocolate. It’d be nice if I dreamed of it more often. As for indulging in too many excesses, I can’t think what I could be over indulging in.

  • Pineapple – I’m not sure how pineapple is my self-confidence, ambition and success apart from the fact it was going off in the dream and I don’t really have much of either.

I could look at every aspect of the dream but I simply don’t have the time because my daughter is going to wake up soon! Also, it would probably bore you to death.

Anywho, keep on dreaming!

Not Remembering

It’s incredibly frustrating not remembering my dreams. Some nights, I’ll have several. I’ll know that I had several and I’ll know that they were nice dreams. Lovely dreams. Dreams that were worthy of remembering because I’ll be feeling a bit warm and fuzzy and tee-hee (some of them, let’s face it, probably involve MacGyver). Dreams that I desperately want to remember because I like the nice dreams, I want the nice dreams. I don’t want the dreams that leave me unable to sleep or put me in a foul mood. I do wish I could remember them!

Anyone else have the same problem?

Keep dreaming! (And remembering!)

It Started off Just Fine…

I don’t remember most of the dream I had at the weekend but it did indeed start off just fine. So fine in fact, I recall myself thinking in the dream it could be rather, shall we say, interesting because it was a Buffy the Vampire Slayer themed dream. Buffy, Angel and Spike where there with me. We were in a church, actually, it was large so it could have been a cathedral or minster, and it was full of people and all seemed fine. Then, it wasn’t. And I couldn’t tell you how but it just wasn’t (may have involved lots of death and blood). It was horrible and I woke up all sweaty and with a new fear of, not just sleeping, but having my back to the bedroom door. I got very little sleep after that!

From the way I felt when I woke, I’m glad I can’t remember what happened, even if it is annoying. Maybe it all went horrible because MacGvyer wasn’t in it.

Spoons

As it weird as it sounds, I sort of dreamt about spoons. I say sort of because they didn’t physically appear in the dream, they were just talked about. A lot. Because I had a test on them. I had to learn all about the different types of spoons there are in the world, remember it and answer a load of questions about the shiny pieces of cutlery (although, apparently, they’re not all shiny for certain reasons). And the test? It was over the phone and conducted by MacGyver. I couldn’t answer his questions but could prove to him that I had studied by telling him about other spoons. He seemed okay with that.

 

Keep dreaming!

Everyday Life

As boring as it sounds, I do indeed dream about everyday life and unfortunately, since my daughter came along, it happens most nights. Well, that’s if I get the opportunity to sleep and get to the correct stage of sleep in order to dream.

My everyday life dreams now revolve around cleaning up baby sick and doing the laundry. Thrilling, I know. But that is what my life tends to consist of now (just add in a load of adorable baby moments though)

Anyone else dream of everyday stuff?