Same Night, No Explanation Possible

As the title suggests, all in the same night and I have no way of explaining them!

  • I’m in a desert stood on the edge of a group of people. There’s a gold convertible car with one person in it. That person is on fire. They die and slump over the windscreen.
  • Bruce Springsteen in a field in orange overalls leading some sort of rescue.
  • Yellow and red birds that fly and land on a tree exactly the same as them but as soon as they do, it turns green with only a little bit of yellow on it.
  • The Shires ( a band from the UK) deliver snow in a monster truck to me at the farmhouse I used to live at.

Keep dreaming!


Different Nights, Same Kind of Crazy

As the title suggests, all of the following took place on different nights but they’re all random and strange!

  • My husband and I are trying to get through airport security (I have no idea where we’re going) and we get pulled aside and taken to a yellow room for people to search through our belongings. I have blisters on my feet.
  • Bruce Springsteen is in the kitchen at the farmhouse where I grew up. He’s making dinner, telling me it’s not ready even though it quite clearly is. The fish-fingers are burned.
  • I’m chasing Hugh Jackman. He’s climbing walls to get away from me but I just keep following!
  • I’m with a group of people on a submarine (although, it’s rather spacious). Water starts to come in, an alarm goes off. I manage to find an air pocket and watch on a screen as the Klingons (Star Trek) get closer, waiting for them to beam me and any other survivors out even though they are the enemy.

There are no words for how random these dreams are!

Keep dreaming

Hyperventilating in Front of Bruce Springsteen

It’s insanely noisy in the school hall that I’m in because it’s filled with people and there’s a band playing on the stage. It’s Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street band. Finally, at last! I’m at a Springsteen concert! But it doesn’t quite make sense to me as to why it’s in a school hall or why some of the seats are empty (they’re those plastic orangy-red chairs with black legs). I’m sat at the side on a long cabinet, the type you find in classrooms built in the 1950’s-1960’s, heavily varnished on top with loads of etched in graffiti.

Bruce is doing his thing, walking up and down the stage talking and he jumps down and sits on a table (I have no idea when these appeared but there’s school tables in place of some of the chairs) and starts chatting with someone. Now, he’s not far from me and I’m thinking if I can just give myself that little push, I could go over there, say ‘hi’ or something. Just something, anything because will I ever get this opportunity again? No! I must do something. So, what I manage to do is roll up my sleeves as I start to sweat at the thought of going over. My chest is tight, my heart is going crazy and I’m struggling to breathe but I have to go over! I must fight through my anxiety and take this chance!

Then, he starts to make his way over, sitting on another table and swinging his legs over, standing and walking over to me. Me! He stands in front of me, sticks out his hand for me to shake, says ‘hi there’ and I, being the panic induced idiot that I am, start to hyperventilate. I’m hyperventilating in front of Bruce Springsteen. Of course, what else would I do? Be normal? My breathing has got so out of control I’m on the verge of passing out. The Boss is stood in front of me and I’m going to collapse on him.

I wake up hyperventilating.

Interpretation using

  • Orange – denotes hope, friendliness, generosity and sociability. Also represents a stimulation of the senses.

  • Table – represents social unity and family connections.

  • Concert – represents harmony and cooperation in a situation or relationship in waking life.

  • Breathing rapidly – indicates anxiety, fear or tension concerning a new situation in waking life.

My thoughts –

  • Orange – one of my favourite colours

  • Tables – um, not sure but tables and chairs go together…

  • Concert – not sure about harmony and cooperation but I’m pretty sure I listened to some Springsteen that day, most likely live recordings also, I really, really, want to see him live.

  • Breathing rapidly/hyperventilating – pretty damn sure I’d do this in real life if I ever, somehow met Bruce so, even though the dream was unrealistic, the way I reacted in it wasn’t. Not sure why I was breathing like that when I woke though, not very pleasant.

Keep dreaming!

It’s Been A While

I must apologise for the lack of, well, anything on here these past few weeks. I do hope you’ll forgive  me!

Due to not sleeping well recently and so my dreaming has been disrupted. I’ve either not been dreaming at all or I just can’t remember any dreams that I’ve had.

Until the past couple of nights anyway…

Two nights ago I had a dream that involved Bruce Springsteen. When I say involved, I mean, I saw him in the town center, leaning against a wall and reading a paper whilst other stuff was going on. And then last night, he was in my dream again, only I was interviewing him on a tour bus. That was cool. I don’t remember what was said or where we were going, but I did make him laugh.

My interpretation of these dreams…I’ve clearly over Bruced. I’ve been listening to his music the past couple of days and lets be honest, whenever I pick up my guitar, I’m playing  a Springsteen song.

Anyway, happy dreaming guys. Lets hope next week I have more to write for you.


A Garden Party and Bruce Springsteen

I’m at my parents house stood in the patio doorway. There’s a garden party of sorts going on. It’s cloudy weather but it’s warm and my friends, who don’t quite look like my friends are wearing dresses. They’re ignoring me. Some of them are sat chatting around a table, others are sat on a blanket on the grass chatting. I can’t see my parents but I know they’re about somewhere. Feeling unwelcome, I decide to lay out on the grass. After a few moments, some one joins me. As the person lays down beside me, I realise it’s Bruce Springsteen. He’s wearing a dark shirt, blue jeans and black cowboy boots. We start chatting about music. It’s a nice conversation. He listens to me and he’s nice to me. It kind of feels like we know each other. Anyway, I decide to tell him that some of his songs are crap. He looks at me and frowns. I feel like I really shouldn’t have said that and think I should clarify.

“I mean,” I say feeling my self break out in a sweat, “I like, say, 96% and 4% I don’t.” It feels like I’m lying.

“Hmm,” he goes, “they’re not all good.”

For some reason, I carry on, “For example, ‘Lucky Town’, ‘Human Touch’ and ‘Tunnel of Love’ aren’t your best albums.” I start to feel bad now as he looks a little sad. “But I listen to them anyway.”

“Why?” he asks.

“Because they’re yours and I’m a fan. There’s usually at least one thing I like about each song. You’re an artist, Bruce.”

Bruce smiles at me and hold my hand and we look at the sky together.

I wake up with a Bon Jovi song in my head.

Interpretation using

I’ve picked out three significant parts,

  • Being ignored – this can represent an aspect of myself which I’m not paying attention to or it may reflect of real experiences of being ignored by that person.
  • Singer- this can represent a divine influence. I should consider my general impression of the singer and how those specific qualities may be triggered by someone or a situation in real life.
  • Sky- a cloudy and overcast sky foretells of sadness and trouble.

My thoughts?

Hmm, because my ‘friends’ didn’t really look like my friends, I’m not sure that part of the dream can be clearly interpreted. Although, it is possible that I’m ignoring part of myself. What that could be, I have no idea.

It’s safe to say, I’m Bruce Springsteen fan. I love his music. I will admit, the three albums I mentioned in the dream, are not my favourite. However, there are songs on each album that I really like. As for considering Mr Springsteen’s qualities; he is a successful singer/songwriter and musician. I love music. I play the guitar, the harmonica and I’m learning to play the saxophone and I write, be it for this blog, poetry, songs or short stories. I would love to be successful in any of those things.

As for the impending sadness and trouble, I hope that’s not the case but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Or, it could just be because I listened to a Bruce album yesterday and the crappy weather bothered me as it kept coming in cloudy and raining.

Why I had a Bon Jovi song in my head when I woke, I have no idea. If I dream about Bruce, (not often enough, might I add) I always have one of his songs in my head.