I woke up Sunday morning with a dream right on the edge of recall. I was all dressed up and alone in a hotel bar, waiting for Tim. We were supposed to be going to a wedding reception together and I sat alone nursing my cocktail while watching others around me with scrutiny.
One woman was on her phone talking loudly enough for me to hear but I did not care what she had to say. Another woman rose to greet her partner, him placing a light but cold kiss on her cheek. Where had he just come form? Why was I still waiting while her lover was already there?
I grew impatient quickly and something in me realized that my man was not going to show up and I woke up, missing him, yet he was right next to me in the bed.
It is funny how sometimes we can miss someone even though they are are right there.
In another part of the dream I was wearing a favorite hot pink dress and standing in front of something bright red. I was about to cry because I was “clashing” against the garish background.
I wanted to run. Faster than I ever have.
I thought of my mother and how she would never have liked those colors together. How so many times when we went shopping together when I was a girl she said my outfit absolutely could not clash. I knew that was a big fashion faux pas in her eyes. I could not let her down.
I used to have a book about dreams. You could look up something basic that your dream was about and it would tell you in a vague way what it meant, how it should be perceived. But reality and perception are often two different things.
This was the first time I remembered my dream(s) in a very long time.
I wonder what they mean…
I’m surprised any of my friends and bloggy friends post their dreams anymore because they know I’ll read so much into it. I LOVE analyzing dreams. It is kind of my hobby. Funny thing is, I can NEVER analyze my own dreams. Too close to it I guess.
Sounds to me like you are feeling a little bit lost right now. It doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with your hubby or your mom even though they felt part of the dream. I think it has more to do with you. Maybe things you used to enjoy aren’t satisfying you anymore. You are searching. For your thing. Your niche. Maybe it is with the kids starting school and getting in the swing of things again. Just feeling a little off. Missing the old and waiting for the new. And perhaps hubby and mom being part of the dream just symbolized that they can’t help you with this. You have to figure it out on your own.
How’s that? Any of it make sense? Or am I way off? I’m not a professional, you know.
I’ve never looked up my dreams. The only one I have consistently is where I’m falling.
I very rarely remember my dreams, but lately have had very realistic ones. Where you wake up and go about your day and think something happened and then realize, no it must not have and it was a dream. I did that this morning when I thought my husband heard back from his job interview, and then realized that was only wishful thinking and something that happened when I was sleeping. I too used to write down my dreams, but I can’t remember the last time I took the time to do that!
I only remember the weird ones
I hate that feeling of missing someone who’s there. When Ryan and I are a little off sync, I feel like that.
I used to have very vivid dreams when I was pregnant (both times). They would involve elaborate plots, involving everyone I know. It’s like a book, except just in my head. These days, I barely sleep long enough to get into dream state!
I rarely remember my dreams, and don’t try to overanalyze them – even though it can be fun. If I do remember, I always find it weird how different parts of my life get mixed all together – and seem to make perfect sense!
I am never able to figure out the meaning of dreams. You remembered so many details. I am impressed.
I know that feeling of missing someone who’s right there. Big time. And I’ve always had dreams make me miss people who are gone or far away, but I didn’t even know I missed them! Not in the forefront of my mind, anyway.
I rarely remember my dreams. Like Alison, my dreams were vivid when I was pregnant and I usually remembered them. And now, hardly ever. I am terrible at analyzing them, too – definitely would need a book.
I’m not a dream interpreter, but I would go with it means you are fighting some kind of internal battle and feel like you are losing part of yourself or someone you love.
I like Kat’s answer! I also think it’s funny how our mother’s and their rules permeate our subconscious so deeply.
I have vivid dreams every single night. It’s rather exhausting. But I totally have those “missing P.J.” dreams and wake up sad, even though he’s right next to me!
I’ve heard if dream about really colorful fish, then somebody close to you is pregnant.
These dreams? Maybe anxiety about something?
I have crazy, vivid, memorable dreams while pregnant. And, I tell my husband and he looks at me like I’m crazy. Like I intentionally have these crazy dreams? No more telling him!
I usually remember dreams (or bits of them) right when I wake up, promise myself to write them down, and then forget….
I can tell you? I often dream of a long lost unrequited love. Is that bad?
It’s a bit more complicated than that—he wasn’t just a boy I loved, he was the boy who took care of me the day my dad came out.
But he never liked me “that way.”
love your selfie at the end. and btw? i love red & pink together!
I heard recently that dreaming might be the process which allows our brain to move memories from short term storage to long term storage. I think the best part about dreams is how we reflect on them afterwards and maybe learn something about ourselves.
I definitely think dreams are a peak into our subconscious. It’s our mind’s way of clearing out the clutter and symbolically presenting us with nice little messages. Dreams are so fun to analyze. I’ve had a few books in my collection over the years….does that surprise you? Hahahaa. Nope, I’m sure it doesn’t
I dream a lot and very often remember it when I wake up. Most of the time it involves work or something that I watched on TV before I went to bed (another reason I can’t watch The Walking Dead…)
I know that feeling when you wake up missing someone who happens to be next to you or angry with them over something that was part of a dream.
I’m sure Tim was happy that you dreamt about missing him!
Sometimes, I wish I knew what my dreams meant. The other night I dreamed that my son had a pet alligator ( i know, right?) and that the alligator ate and swallowed my beloved Nikon camera… Ugh!!! Also, my mom always told me the same thing – she was really picky about things clashing and I remember when I was a teenager, I once wore a very colorful outfit and she told me I looked like a clown – ouch, that still stings!!!
Reality vs perception. They’re destined to be opposites sometimes, lots of the time. I hate the times when I can’t recall a dream and truly want to, usually to know the ending.
I’ve had a couple of memorable dreams recently too. I sometimes go to dreammoods.com and look up meanings of things in my dreams. It can be quite revealing.
In my dreams, anything is possible. I also don’t prescribe to the idea that they mean anything that someone else can define without knowing you and your circumstances. I love dreams and their power to make us think about things in a different way.
I haven’t had a memorable dream in a while (probably because it’s been a while since I’ve slept really well), but the ones that you just can’t shake off? Hate those. I used to be the same way about the clashing red and pink. For some reason, though, it doesn’t bother me much anymore.
I used to remember my dreams in detail, but very rarely now. My mother has the most amazing, vivid dreams. She tells them like she is giving you a synopsis of her favorite movie. My daughter can do the same thing. I only hope to find a restful enough sleep so that I can remember my own again.