… and do they mean anything?
The other night I dreamt I was swimming in the great blue ocean and came upon a prawn who talked to me … yes, he did … he bellowed out a great big heeellllllllllllooooooooooooooooooo, complete with a gurgle like he had water in his throat. And I saw right into the back of his throat too. Some dream, huh? I woke up feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland and a small part of me wished that a bunny with a stop watch would run across my room. But alas, reality sunk in and I headed to the bathroom to get ready for another day at work which was undoubtedly filled with thoughts of what dreams meant?
I mean I'm as rationale as the next person, I believe in God even though I haven't quite met him in person … that's what faith means, right? But I pretty much draw the line on ghosts … hang on … I'm not saying they don't exist, just that I reckon they have better things to do than freak the living out. And for some strange crazy reason, I completely believe in aliens … hmmm … that could be a direct result of being an X-Files fan.
Anyway, back to dreams … I've actually had dreams that made me think twice about the role of them. Once I dreamt of a dear friend bawling her eyes out and being really upset. The next morning I called her and she was going through probably the toughest break up ever and I haven't heard anything about it up to that point. And I remember when another friend told me that he and his wife were expecting their first baby, I went on to have a dream that his daughter was a flower girl at my wedding, except they were in the first trimester and didn't know if it was going to be a son or daughter. Well, lo and behold 8 months later they had a little Victoria 🙂
I'm not saying I'm psychic but who knows what dreams are made of and what they're meant to say … I'm sure there's a Freud book out there about it but for now I'll take the fantasy bits and hope all my dreams are made of great scenes like that:-
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