Tag: dreams

Dreams

I’ve been having very strange and vivid dreams lately. I regularly have interesting dreams and usually dream in color, but these are different. These have been a lot more intense and some have triggered (or possibly been triggered by?) things from my past. I’ll give you a few examples.

One dream was about kidnapping and just before I was about to get taken for human trafficking I yelled hoping someone in the vicinity would hear me and come help. I actually yelled in real life and woke up my husband who immediately checked to see if I was ok and see what happened.

Another dream was at the house I grew up in where my father still lives. It was set in the present day because I no longer lived there, but still visited. A guy kept showing up to see me whenever I visited my dad. I didn’t really know him..he was friendly, but I was perturbed that he kept showing up at the house. I didn’t know what his intentions were and that bothered me….I had only met him once before. The last time he visited me at the house he brought a huge camel balloon or something of the sort that he wanted to give me. I wouldn’t take it and asked him to leave. After he left I also left in the car to go somewhere. I couldn’t remember if I locked dad’s house so immediately needed to go back to check or lock it. I wanted to make sure he didn’t come back and try to break in if the house was accidentally unlocked. But, or some reason, I could NOT get back to his house. No matter what I did, every road I tried to take back was impassable. There was an accident, construction, or the road was just gone. It was crazy. I don’t know if I ever made…..

My favorite dream was this one because I *think* (felt) like I purposefully and consciously kept going back into the dream over and over. It was at the Alabama Theatre or a beautiful theatre like that and I was there sitting next to Kristen Bell. There were people dressed up everywhere, strange animals that talked (horses, camels?), and celebrities walking by speaking to her (and sometimes me. lol). We were sitting in the back row at the far right of the theatre near the entrance/exit. She was on my right and there was another famous actress that I like on my left, but I can’t recall exactly who it was…maybe Melissa Joan Hart.

Kristen was so kind. I told her about how my friend met her somewhere at an event and got a picture with her and she immediately (and very kindly) started posing for a selfie with me even before I got my phone out. Then we started taking all kinds of pictures together. A horse (usher) eventually came in and told us they were roping it off and no one else could come in. I think the show or whatever was starting

Now here’s the crazy part – every time my alarm went off and I woke up (in real life) I would hit the snooze button to go back to sleep to get back in my dream so I could hang out with Kristen some more. And it worked!

Have you ever been able to go back into a dream after waking up?

Under Pressure

I’m a very different person than I was at 20 and even 30. I love how we constantly evolve and change through the years. I’ve been “tightly wound” for most of my life. I don’t know if it was due to pressure going through school to do my best or being an only child and pretty selfish, but I have kept things in their respective boxes – and only in their respective boxes – for years. The last few years I have started to let go of a little of that anal retentiveness and tried to learn to let go. Daniel has been monumental in those exercises. He is most definitely the ying to my yang and meeting him is one of those pivotal moments where positive change started to happen. He is an easy going, laid back, all around funny guy while I am a detail oriented, neurotic, crazy-at-home, all around funny gal. It always makes me laugh to see people’s faces when I tell them what a monster I am at home. Or was. I want things picked up, clean (mostly), back in their original places (do NOT move my toothpaste), and wherever you found them. Daniel has a nickname for me – “CSI Sherri” – because I can walk into a room in our house and immediately tell if something is amiss or different. I used to go bonkers if something was not the way I left it or in the same place or if there were things of his sitting on the table or a coat not hung up. In the year+ that we’ve been together I have learned, the hard way, that those things aren’t worth fighting about and aren’t important in the grand scheme of things and life. My stress level, just from learning this behavior change, has dramatically reduced. Couple that with working out and I’m *almost* as relaxed as a normal person. (Actually, are normal people relaxed? I don’t know that I know any. Lol) All that to say this: coming from a self-diagnosed neurotic, OCD love bunny – Don’t sweat the small stuff. In the end, worrying does no good, doesn’t change anything, and can affect your health. It comes down to picking your battles and lemme tell ya, toothpaste ain’t worth fighting over. 🙂

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