Daily Loaf

“Dream Momma, Last weekend I had a dream (nightmare) that I was trying to outrun a sinkhole with the family in the car. We made it to a shopping mall and ran inside just in time to see the parking lot and everything that lay beyond it swallowed up. It freaked me out and the only thing Julie could say was “What did you eat last night?”

Dear Dreamer, I have to assume you are married with kids and that Julie is your wife. On that assumption I believe this dream is about your belief and your marriage. You and your family are in a car (the marital journey) trying to outrun a sinkhole (big problem-separation-divorce-global crisis). In a nano second you are saved but the world outside is swallowed up.

Hmmm, swallowed up. What comes to mind when you think of the world being swallowed up? Read the rest of this entry »

Dream Momma,

My boyfriend has a reocurring dream of being a successful lawyer, married to Megan Fox, living in a nice home with children. He wakes up from this dream and his reality seems like a nightmare. (he is 35 unemployed and is back living with his parents).  I try to be supportive but I’m hurt when he tells me he’s dreaming of Megan Fox.

Dear Dreamer, one time removed.  I guess hurt could be the word that works but I’ll tell you girlfriend, your problems are far greater than him dreaming of Megan Fox. You don’t say how old you are and since he’s 35 I’m guessing you’re no teenage.  Why are you thinking like one?

Now here’s the juice: Read the rest of this entry »

A reader sent me a “garden variety” dream.  A dream that basically rehashed his day’s events.  He dreamed he was flying a plane and wanted to land it to go home and have a beer.  Luckily, before I got all analytical, I asked him what he did for a living.  He was a pilot.

So, there are many types of dreams.

The BIG dream is a dream you keep remembering, chewing over, and can’t get a handle on.

The repetitive dream is the dream that keeps coming back over and over again.  It can drive some people nuts, to the point they don’t want to go to bed.

The nightmare is well, a nightmare.  We’ve all had one or more.

Next time, I’ll write about dream themes.

Will someone please send me a dream?

Dream Momma

I had a dream the other night that I was on a transatlantic flight on its way to Africa. I was sitting next to a man in a brown jacket, clown pants and Jesus sandals who kept repeating, “Down we go.” That should have given me a clue to the unfortunate end to my dream, or nightmare, but it didn’t. Suddenly, the no-smoking sign started flashing a blood-red color and the pilot got on the intercom and said something along the lines of, “We are going down, hold on to your fucking hats.” I couldn’t really make out what he said, but I’ve always thought that would be the best way to break the news to the passengers. If we’re going to die, I don’t want to hear, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to bring an unfortunate situation to your attention. Blah, blah, blah.” Cut to the chase, man! Anyway, to make a long story short, we plummeted thousands of feet into an island and, magically, I was the only survivor. That is the point when I woke up. And for some batshit crazy reason, the first thing I thought of was an episode of The Office when the employees play Desert Island. This taught me something about myself: Apparently, if I were the sole survivor of a plane crash on a deserted island, the most important thing to me would be what movies I was carrying on me and how I could watch them. So, if that were to happen, and if there were a television and DVD player on this said island, these are the movies I would take… Read the rest of this entry »