Personality Zone

Dreams

Most people I’ve talked to are always or almost always themselves when they dream. They have particular characteristics which are always the same. I’m guessing that I have a more flexible mind because I’m an Idealist. Time and place change from the distant past thru the far future, on and off planet, in real and non-real settings. Besides that, the character who is me can be any age, race, gender, and religious and sexual orientation as well as being non-human or even non-living.

I think what I’m trying to do is understand people from multiple perspectives. I wish I could actually be other people briefly so I could truly understand them. This is the next best alternative.

I have a recurring dream. The theme is the same although the details change. A standard form of the dream is that I’m in a house I’ve never been in before. As I explore the house, I find more and more rooms. I’ll sometimes consciously choose a particular kind of room or decorated a specific way. Generally the rooms are furnished in an old-fashioned way and the lighting is muted. I’m usually alone. It’s a pleasant dream. I’ve decided that the meaning of this dream is that I’m always discovering new skills within myself, but feel free to give me your interpretation.

Until a few years ago, I had a terrifying recurring dream. Once I finally figured out what it meant I felt stupid that I hadn’t figured it out 30 years earlier. In this dream, my brother and I were in a VW bus driven by our grandpa. We were driving on a road with cliffs on one side and a beach on the other with the ocean beyond the beach. Black birds were on the beach which was actually quicksand and they were being sucked down. As soon as I realized it was quicksand, the door on the bus on the beach side would fly open. I was terrified that my brother or I would fall out and get caught in the quicksand.

When I was about 7, my brother and I were in the car with my father on the freeway. Ahead of us, as I watched, a car door opened and a woman flew out. As we drove slowly past, I noticed that she was an older woman. She was face down. I remember her old fashioned clothing, her purse, and her broken glasses. I never learned what had actually happened. Was it a suicide? Was she pushed? Did she by some miracle survive? My father’s version of psychotherapy, typical of this time, was to say that he had thought it was a blanket flying out of the car.

I’m not sure why I substituted my grandpa and his car for my dad and our car. Other than that, most of the symbology seems pretty clear to me except that I don’t know why the birds were black. I seem to recall the woman wore beige.

Tell me about your dreams and what they mean if you know.