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.
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!
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!)
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.
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.
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?
Well, as the title suggests, it’s been quite a while since I last posted! Sorry. I’ve been rather busy writing a novel and being a new mum. Somehow, I’ve still managed to find time to dream about MacGyver though!
I’ll start posting my wacky dreams again soon, promise!
Keep on dreaming.
Last night my dream involved a duck. A cute white, orange billed duck that followed me around where ever I went; work, shopping, home. It followed me everywhere and when I stood still, it would waddle right up to my feet and look up at me, occasionally wrapping a wing around my ankle as though trying to hug me. It was a very nice duck and I liked it a lot but unfortunately, the poor thing started to loose it’s feathers.
Interpretation using http://www.dreammoods.com –
- A white duck signifies falsehood and deceit yet a duck in general can represent flexibility.
I have no idea how the above could apply in any way so I’m going to go with my thought of this being influenced by my activities during the day. I’m re-learning German and had to write and say the word for duck several times. Later, I took photos of birds in the garden and caught a bit of sun.
By the way, if you’re wondering, the German word for duck is- Ente.