I am one of those people. Yes, I am the person who tells you about their dreams. When I was a kid (and teen, and sometimes as an adult), I would wake up and HAVE to tell my mom what I dreamt. She would listen but let me know (in that Southern motherly way) that talking about dreams is pointless. I have always been fascinated with dreams regardless of the times my family would role their eyes when I started, “Last night, I had the weirdest dream…”
Two years ago I found the therapist of my dreams. She is a dream person too! We both share the belief that dreams not only a way to process what you experience in your waking hours but they are our subconscious speaking to us. There have been many discussed dreams that felt so significant and she helped me to understanding their impact in my waking life. I dream virtually every night and occasionally dream about reoccurring places. Seriously, I dream of a mall where I know where all of my favorite stores are, just in case you want to go back in time to Claire’s and get some bff earrings.
A few nights ago, I dreamed about wings! No joke, for the first time in my wing slinging life I pined for wings in my slumber. In my dream, I was at a counter about to order a 10 count and my so-called friend told me I only needed 5. Needless to say, I need new dream friends.
It’s a challenge for me not to go too deep into the meaning behind the symbols in my dreams. Often, I find myself searching websites and analyzing how and why certain objects show up in my subconscious slumber. My assumption is that I am selling myself short and I have to keep standing up for myself, to myself. I wanted wings in my dream but my dream friend put a limitation on how much. Wings could represent my goals and dreams, who knows…
I am choosing to focus on going back up to that wing counter and getting what I want and not let others put their expectations on me.