A Long Journey

Well, here is the first post in what I hope will be a long journey discovering the secrets of my dreams and yours together. I'll start by telling you a little about myself, but not so much that you'll get bored.

Dreamer
I am not a psychic. Or maybe I am...they say everyone is on some level, and I'm slowly learning to trust my intuition. I can't tell you where your lost keys are though, sorry. What I am is a dream enthusiast. I love to listen to people in my life tell me about their dreams, and I tell them what they mean. To me, it seems like a no-brainer, but my friends and family are always amazed by my insight, and so I have accepted that this is part of my gift.

I love to dream. Sometimes, I wish I could just sleep all of the time and live in the world of my dreams. It's such a familiar place to me that sometimes when I wake up I'm disappointed that I couldn't have stayed a little longer. Knowing that, here is a dream of mine and my own take on it just for your entertainment.

The Ocean Dream
J (my husband) has decided to surprise me with a trip to the ocean. When we arrive, I make my way down to the shore, which is bordered by a long gate. I can hear the waves, but I can't see the beach yet because of this high fence that's blocking me. I open one gate, and there's another fence, then another. I weave my way through gate after gate with my anticipation and excitement building higher and higher. It's a beautiful day, and I know the ocean is going to be gorgeous.

When I get through the final gate, I step onto the sand of the beach, but everything is gray. I look out over the ocean and my excitement is replaced by fear. The waves are rough and scary, they crash with so much rage and force, and are higher than any waves I've ever seen. The sky is dark with looming clouds, and the sand is cold and gray. I hug myself, disappointed and afraid of the state of the ocean.

My Take
I have always had a connection with the ocean. When I'm not near it, I think about it like it's calling me. Somehow, I identify with it.

- The ocean is a vast, uncontrollable force.
- To me, the ocean represents the earth, the connecting body of all of the continents and people who live on them.
- My dream began with hopefulness, and ended in disappointment.

Since the angry ocean dreams are recurring dreams for me, I believe they have to do with my anxiety about the state of the world, and the storm (war, terrorism, violence) that is beyond my control. I also think that this ties in with my concern for the environment (global warming, etc) that seems like a vast problem that could drown us all if we are not careful.

There you have it, then! If you have a dream you'd like me to take a stab at, go ahead and email me: misspyxi AT gmail DOT com

Or post a comment. I'd really love to hear from you!