Dreams/Nightmares

As you know, I’ve been working on my blog. Changing domains, changing blog software, etc. etc. etc.

Now I’m starting to get the itch to work on my other online project, a movie database for BJ. I’m about half way through, but he has almost 900 DVDs. That’s a lot of work when you consider I’m putting in pics, categorizing them, rating them, and giving details such as genre, rating, year made, director, actors, etc.

So, when I’m not working on my projects, I’m thinking about them.

Last night I had a dream that we, as human beings, had to choose which template we’d live in each day. I’m starting to think, “PUT.DOWN.THE.LAPTOP.”

But that does pose an interesting thought. Really, we do have a choice in our lives to pick our template each day, don’t we? 

....errrr.... maybe I just need more coffee. 

Me and Marie Osmond. We're just like that (ok, now put your fingers as close together as possible). How close you ask? So close that we had a joint telethon last night. We were out to save our condiment resources. CONDIMENTS... you know, ketchup and mustard. Yeah, it was another one of my whacky dreams.

There we were, Marie and I, on TV pleading with people to please use the last of your condiments before buying a new bottle. We gave tips such as storing the ketchup bottle upside-down to get the last bit out. Uh huh. This is a huge tip, so you'll want to write that one down.

There are so many disturbing things about this dream. Why condiments instead of, say, the spotted owl? Why Marie Osmond?

And the worst part; we were both wearing flannel shirts. I almost avoided sharing that horrid bit of information. I wouldn't want anyone to think I was strange you know.

Too bad it was a dream.

I had a dream last night that I went somewhere to go shopping. Normally, I'd call that a nightmare because I really dislike shopping. Anyway, this place was an outdoor shopping mall and had little gambling kiosks here and there. I chose one that was similar to a roulette wheel. I gambled six quarters and ended up winning $4,000 +.

While waiting to collect my winnings, someone walked by with some pull tab sort of contraption. I bought a couple and won an additional $6,000+.

I like dreams like that. It might convince me that shopping isn't so bad after all.

I've never won anything in Vegas, but my sis did when we went to Vegas in 2002, which by the way, was only a month after I met hubby. It was her first time there. Here's the story.

In less than a month, I've had two dreams about twins. The first one was 10/11 and I blogged about it here.

I hadn't given birth to the twins, just had a dream/nightmare(?) that I was going to have them.

Last night I had a dream that I actually gave birth to twins. They were very cute. I don't remember much about the dream except the fact that I enjoyed having babies around and I held and played with them a lot. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm absolutely CRAZY about babies, but I'm done with that whole lifestyle. I felt a need to bring that up because I have friends ask me all the time if we plan to have babies. Ummm, yeah. I'm 44. I'm sooooooooooo done.

I was curious, so I decided to look up twins on a dream analysis site. Here's what I found:

If your dream entails giving birth to twins, or if you are dreaming about baby twins, please see birth . Twins in astrology represent opposites, and we may use this symbolism to explain our dream. The twins could suggest a duality in thoughts, ideas, feelings, or states of consciousness. The details of the dream will give you a clue to whether or not these varying aspects are in harmony or in conflict with each other. The twins could also represent the balance that is extremely important to our emotional and psychological health.

Then I looked up Birth:

If you or your mate are not pregnant, this dream could symbolize new beginnings (i.e. giving birth to new ideas, new ways of living, or a new stage in life). Superstition-based dream interpretations say that giving birth in a dream is a sign of good luck, while multiple births are omens of forthcoming material wealth. <- hey! I like that!

Since I didn't actualy give birth in my dreams, I decided to look up babies:

Many people from time to time will have babies or small children in their dreams. If these newborns are strangers to you, you can assume that they represent you. You are the baby and the dream is telling you something about your development in a particular area of your life. At times of great change and renewal, a baby may appear in a dream and represent your potential and a new beginning. Some of the meaning of the dream may be obtained by considering what the baby looked like and was doing. Generally, babies represent innocence and are symbols of the purest form of a human whose possibilities are endless.

Based on all of this information, I'll play armchair dream analyst:

I have been really enjoying this new phase in my career. It involves web design, PowerPoint design, and lately, graphic design and template design. It was quite an evolution from what I was doing five years ago. What I was doing five years ago had nothing at all in common with what I'm doing now, didn't involve any sort of technology, but I was working for the same employer. I've also really enjoyed doing it as a hobby and have considered making it my "after retirement" career. Of late, I've started wondering if I could turn it into a career before retiring. As in quitting my job and doing this full time. I'm too conservative to do such a crazy thing. I like the idea of having a full time "I can count on having a salary and benefits" type of job. I also happen to really adore what I do and who I work with, so why mess with that?

Now the dreams make sense, well, if I bought into any of that dream analysis stuff. <-I said that for my hubby's benefit because he thinks I have some wacky ideas.

Admittedly I have a lot of obsessions, and one of the top contenders is my skin. When I was in high school, I treated my skin with very little regard. I rarely washed my makeup off before going to bed, yet I had perfect skin. I don't remember ever even getting a zit.

Once I hit my 20's I became fanatical about washing my makeup off before going to bed. I haven't gone ONE night in at least 15 years without washing my face before bed, yet now I get zits. What is that about? I currently have one that's been there about a month. I decided to be "good" with this one and not mess with it. What did I get for my good behavior? It stayed there for three weeks. A bump on my face for three weeks. So, one night I just went to war on the damned thing. It's now healing up nicely, TYVM.


Anyway, on to purpose of this post. I had a nightmare last night that I was going to the doctor about something or other. While there, I decided to ask her about the previously mentioned zit.

...as an aside, the person playing the part of the doctor was the real life gal who gave me a manicure yesterday....

So the doctor looked at this zit, commented on how huge it was and said she wanted to ask me some questions. After running some tests she told me that she had an experimental cure and I'd never get a zit again.

She takes me to an auditorium and it was full of doctors. There was a metal table up on the stage and she asked me to get on this table face down. Then she pulled out this HUGE needle and said she had to shoot some sort of solution into my spinal column via my neck, but I'd have to do it without any sort of numbing medicine.

Believe it or not, I was perfectly willing to do this to have perfect skin. My concern? I didn't want all of the doctors in the room to see that I felt any pain. I wanted to look brave.

Then I woke up and I pondered that for a bit. What WOULD I do to ensure that I had perfect skin?