Dreaming of being at the Opera suggests you desire more drama in your life

Dreaming of beans suggests you have an obsessive eye for detail

Dreaming of pillars suggests you feel comfortable and secure in your work-a-day world

Dreaming of meat suggests you are fixated with satisfying your physical needs


QUOTES
Cocaine habit-forming? Of course not. I ought to know, I've been using it for years
Tallulah Bankhead

Anger is one letter away from danger
Eleanor Roosevelt


FACTS

Apples, with their beautiful blossoms, are actually a member of the rose family

Yellow tennis balls were not used at Wimbledon for the first time until 1986

American president James Madison was only 5'4" tall

What about sprouts?

Freespirit said:

you've been dreaming about sprouts?


last night i dreamt that i was walking down the street when a giant brown bear ran at me and took most of my right hand out in one bite.

i managed to get away and hide in a garden, and then an enormous fox trotted past with a dead gazelle on its back.

genuine dream.

wtf does that mean!?!

well in dream study you have to remember that everything in your dream is "you" ....

so what does bear mean ( or mean to you )

what does loosing your right hand mean ...

and so on with each aspect

Mach said:

oh, okay. thanks!

i don't think i can easily relate any of it to my life. i'll have to think some more, i guess.

I subscribe to the theory that dreams are simply the brain's way of reformatting it's harddrive every night.

Recently, I dreamed I was alone here in my house, and I got an alert on the radio that everyone should leave the county I live in immediately, cos the Indians were coming to attack. Native Americans, not the ones over in India. At any rate, I didn't leave my house, although my entire family and all my friends left me alone.

Before I knew it, there were all sorts of Indians running around my yard, hatchets, bow and arrows, the whole thing. Anyhow, I had raided my father's gun cabinet just in time, and I went back to the back bedroom, sat down in the floor, pointed my gun out the window, and began picking off Indians in the yard. I was having some amount of success until I realised I hadn't locked or reinforced the bedroom door, and some Indian snuck up behind me, grabbed me by the neck, and proceeded to scalp me.

And that sucked.

Another night I dreamt that I was some sort of fugitive, held up in this house with my partner in crime. We were apparently dangerous, and the S.W.A.T. team was hiding out in a house across the road. My partner and I were being really careful around windows. We were packing some heat of our own. SWAT decided to raid the house, but my partner and I hid in my bathroom under the sink. They checked everywhere except the cabinets under the sink.

We waited awhile, being real careful, until we heard only two SWAT voices. We waited a bit longer, and then realised they were out in my kitchen at the table playing a game of cards. We climbed out, ran out the bathroom, rounded a corner, and killed the SWAT folk.

That was pretty much it.