Daydreambeliever

I have been keeping a dream journal but I only write down the dreams that stand out to me. Anything vivid and anything that seems important. I once read in a book that most things you dream about are symbolic and that we shouldn’t take them literally. I think I started to keep a dream journal because I have premonition dreams and I’ve always been interested in why we dream the things we dream.  I believe we can all learn from our dreams for they are our most inner truths, they guide and teach us. I’ve always been awe and amazed by dreams whether it be my dream or other people’s dreams. No one can interpret your dreams fully, only you can do that yourself because only you know yourself the most. 

 Symbols in our dreams however, have common meanings for everyone for example: Dreaming about poop -yes, poop means you will have financial gain. I always thought that was just a cultural thing for us but it proves to be universal as it has been researched and published in books.  Another example would be when you dream about death, it signifies transition or change.  I once dreamt about a death of a cousin and I told my Dad this, he says it just means they will get over a sickness of some kind.  I guess the Hmong elders knew what they were talking about. From then on I’ve been so fascinated with the meanings of our dreams.  Maybe our dreams aren’t as random as we think and they serve a greater purpose in life.

Anyways, I’ll share one of my many dreams that I have.  This one is entitled:

Bridges

There were complicated ones and simple ones. Materials of all the world, wood, mud, stone and metal.  Colors of all shades and no color at all.  Shapes they began to form, bridges ah…bridges they are.  Red Chinese bridges to criss-crossing metal bridges, elegant English to simple country bridges.  Golden and rusted ones, bridges with arcs and bridges that dipped. Thin ones weaved out of rope swinging to and fro to big bulky cement ones, bridges with railings and bridges without. Some held together by wires, some lined with street lamps and a few made of bricks.  There was even one carved out of jade. Any bridge you’ve ever seen in the world it was there.  The only thing they had in common was they were all the same length of about 4ft and all connected at the ends.  They surrounded a giant tree, a tree so magnificent and so majestic it glowed in the sun. These connected bridges were spiraling upwards around this grand tree, they weaved and intertwined around it’s massive branches.  Even some of the branches served as bridges. There I was, a little girl once again. I stood barefoot on a cement block which later turned out to be stairs connected to an old house I at one time lived in. Blue and small but in good condition (it is now demolished and no longer exists).

I don’t know how I got there but I was suddenly running and leaping and laughing on these bridges. Going up and up around that tree.  I would pause for a few short moments and look up.  The sun sparkled and shimmered upon my face thru the leafy greens that grew on the outstretched arms of this tree.  It felt like mid-summers day, the sun so warm and the light a lazy yellow glow.  The gentle breeze rustled the leaves and made the grass send waves across the patch of land like an ocean, it felt safe and familiar.  I would start to run and leap across these bridges again.  As I got higher and higher, I felt I was not alone.  Siblings? Friends? Maybe both.  They were figures only but they too were children running and playing.  As I got higher I realized this patch of earth where the house and the yard the tree was growing out of was raised higher than the surrounding field. A stone wall was built around this patch of land right into the side of the earth as if to contain it. The patch of land was level with the top of stone wall but anyone outside the wall would be 15 feet below this land. No one can climb to where I was. The tree grew right by the edge of this wall and yet no fear just amazement and awe. I continued to embark upon this adventure and wondered where these bridges may lead me. 

Now, I don’t recall how the dream ended as I can never recall how any dream begins or ends.  I could not stop thinking about that dream for weeks upon weeks.  I hope you can understand my descriptions and I hope it was as magical for you as it was for me. To this day I still wonder where how the top of the tree may have been like.  I guess when life takes me there I’ll let you all know.  I’ll curious about all your dreams. Don’t hesitate to share.  Any scary, happy, sad or angry dreams?  Share!