Dogs, Brothers And Parents

Last night it was one of those dreams where its not just one, its like a big cluster of many little dreams. Very random, sporadic. 

At first, I dreamed about a dog I had about 12 years ago, named “Little Boo”.  We called him that because he was the son of our King Doberman “Dobie” (nickname “Boo”).   Little Boo… Than name was a total oxy-moron, because he was twice the size of his own father!  Lol.  He was half Rottweiler.   Sounds scary, but he really was the most gentle-natured, sweet, loving, silly, goofy, jolly creature out there!  He was completely unaware of his size.   He reminded me a lot of “Shep”, the goofy elephant in that movie “George Of The Jungle” with Brendan Fraser.  

Well…  Little Boo died (quite young, he was only 2) when I was 20.  He got very sick, throwing up, screaming, crawling along the floor…  Then went in a coma, and that was it.   We were snowed in, so we couldn’t even go for help.  And it was a nightmarish thing to witness.    Devastating loss too, he was a “big” and beloved part of the family.     

Well…  I had a dream last night that Little Boo was back from the dead.  And I often have that dream, even though its been so many years.  

I dreamed that I was back on my Dad’s property (which is where we lived at the time), and I was talking to my brother Joey. We were talking about Little Boo, and I was going on and on about how amazing it was that Little Boo had been dead for a few YEARS, and now has come back.   Then Joe started talking about all the other people we heard of who also came back from the dead, like they died for a minute in a hospital, and were revived…   and I argued that Little Boo was far more amazing, and it wasn’t the same, because he was the only case I knew of who came back after YEARS.   

I was walking around outside, trying to get Little Boo to follow me, and instead he ran in Joe’s room (Joe didn’t actually know him in real life, he didn’t move near us until later).  I had to call Little Boo to make him come outside and follow me.  But once outside, he came along easily.

Then my brother Joe came out, talking about how he wished he had a mini refrigerator in his room.  Asking how much mine cost (I had one in my room).   I told him only about $40, and it works great, and we should get him one next time we are at Wal-Mart.   Then we discussed running an extension cord to my camper (I was staying in a camper when I lived there), but a more direct cord, rather than transferring power through other sources.   Joe said it would save power that way.  Dunno if that’s true, but hey, it’s a dream.  

In the dream, our neighbors had a bunch of landscapers working in their yard, pouring white sand all around the front yard.  I though the white sand was cool, it reminded me of the Salt Flats I saw when I passed through Utah.  So I decided to follow workers secretly, to see where they get their white sand from.  I didn’t think they would tell me.   I figured I could get some for myself, without anybody knowing. 

Then for some reason, I just totally abandoned the idea.  And I was now standing around in the grassy area outside my old college Dorms.   I was talking to a young woman who was friends with my brother Joe.  For some odd reason, this girl seemed otherwise really nice, but she seemed very wary and cautious of me.   Or like she thought I was mean or weird?   And I couldn’t understand why.   She only existed in this dream, she is not somebody my brother actually knows in real life.  

But anyway, out of nowhere, my cousin Kathy (who I haven’t seen in 15 years) suddenly showed up.   She stated talking to the girl, and the two of them very quickly became buddies.   So in the dream, I had Kathy for a middle ground.   Kathy was cool with me, and cool with this girl.  So it was like since there was one person who liked both of us, and we were both cool with her (Kathy), then we must both be cool people too!  And suddenly that girl was ok with me, and we became friends. 

Then a big change of scene—I was in a car with my Dad (who passed away only a few weeks ago).   He and I were driving around town (Dad in the driver’s seat).  It was night time.   There was a lady driving in front of us, not turning her lights on.  It was hard to tell when she was hitting her breaks, and we almost hit her a few times.   I told Dad slow down, because we can’t see her very well and she had been randomly slowing down.  Finally she turns on her lights, and it was ok.  

We are driving to the store, figuring out ways to save money.  Dad said we need extra groceries because it will save on gas, as we live so far from town and we always barely make it to the end of the month.  Plus with extra groceries we can feed the dogs some of our food if we run out of dog food.  I told him to just get an extra bag of dog food.  He praised that as a wonderful idea! 

So we got all our groceries and tried to drive home.  But we get lost.  We kept losing our sense of direction, turning around and going back the other way, multiple times.  I kept looking at the compass on the dashboard and it always said something different. 

And…   Well that was the end of the dream.  Not much of an end, but hey, when you wake up, you wake up, lol. 

I never could make a whole lot of sense of these random-type dreams.   The only part I can take a wild stab at is maybe the part about getting lost in the car with Dad…   He passed away, and that made me feel very lost in the world, like I had nobody to turn to.  No “home” as I always considered Dad’s home my true home.   Losing both my parents within 5 months of each other, to sudden, unexpected heart attacks…  And you yourself are not really doing so good, not very independent in life…  You kinda lose all sense of direction.   

Here are some videos I made about my Mom and Dad:

The Titanic

So now that I have my introduction posted, here we go with my first official entry:

December 6, 20 14. 

Last night I had a dream that I was on the Titanic.  But in modern times. And we weren’t in the open ocean, we were in the shallow, northern San Francisco bay waters (I grew up in that area and my Mom always lived there). 

At first, everything was just fine, as I’m sure it seemed in the real situation.   I was with my man, but then I was running around the ship, and I got lost.  

I ended up sitting alone on a couch in one of the lower deck rooms. It looked like a big storage room with a bunch of old furniture everywhere.   Suddenly I heard someone walking down a nearby staircase, and I thought it was my man. But when he turned to face me, it was a different man.  Maybe in his late 20’s, early 30’s.  He wasn’t ugly or anything, he looked like an otherwise clean-cut guy.   But he had this look in his eyes of “bad intentions”.

He sat in a chair across from me and starred at me, making me feel very uneasy.  He was trying to make small talk with me, but that uneasy “pre-rape” feeling kept looming over me.  So I figured it was best to make an excuse to leave, before I got attacked or something. 

He tried to follow me, and I ran up the stairs, calling for my man.  I guess that scared him off, because I looked back and he was gone.   A moment later, I found my man and I felt relieved. 

But all of a sudden, we saw water forming puddles on the floor around us.  We noticed the ship was slanted at an awkward angle too.  The water was quickly getting deeper. The ship tipped forward, dragging its nose along the shallow floor of the bay, jolting us to a stop. And basically, everything that happened in the final scenes of Titanic happened to our ship.  Pretty much exactly the same way. 

The water wasn’t freezing though, just average cold.  We had to swim our way back to shore. 

Somehow, me and my guy had an apartment there in my home town, and we found our way back there.  We had a big argument, and I accused him of cheating on me.   He left for work after a while, as though it were a regular day.  

But when he came back, he had 5 very beautiful women with him!  They all followed him inside and they all made themselves comfortable in the living room.  Completely ignoring me, like I wasn’t even there.   I got the feeling he did this just to upset me.   So I stormed off to the bedroom and locked myself in there.   Then I saw a box of condoms laying out on the dresser, with all the condoms pulled out and laying everywhere.  Which he clearly left there to taunt me.   

All hell broke loose at that moment, and it was a fight of all the ages! 

And…   I basically woke up at that point.   Not sure what a dream like that means.  I guess trust issues, and self destruction, maybe?

Don't know what the creepy guy in the storage room represents, though. 

Introduction

So this is my new “Dream Blog”. No, not the best blog in the world, or the blog of my dreams, lol.  I mean a blog where I record the dreams I have at night, so I can remember them and interpret their meanings for a better understanding of myself (and just plain fun for me and others! Lol).  Also, I have noticed that lately, I haven’t been having many dreams.  And when I pay more attention to them, I have more.  Granted, I don’t want more of the bad ones…   Just the interesting and nice ones.

To start with, here is an extremely brief description of myself, as these facts may be important in deciphering dreams: 

Via the Myers Briggs Personality Type Indicator, I am an INFJ personality (a good idea to look that one up).   I was born in 1981.  No kids yet.  Divorced from a 7 year marriage (its been 3 years).  Currently involved with someone, but not sure how it will work out.  Raised as an Army brat, and lived overseas for a while. Very much into visual/performing arts, creativity, writing, reading, psychology, self improvement, etc.   And on a darker note—I just lost BOTH of my parents to heart attacks in the last 5 months. 

So that is my introduction, hopefully it will provide some insight.