Sunday, June 03, 2007

Talking dreams

The womanchild and I were talking about dreams today, and she had one that absolutely fascinated me. Her dreams are usually vibrant and memorable. There are times when her nightmares can leave her shaken all day. I've tried more than once to listen and understand the words she utters in her sleep. Last night's dream has her puzzled. She's dying to understand it.

In her dream, she was planting words in the ground. They were tangible, about the size of a shoebox and Times New Roman font. The only specific word she remembered was superfluous. They grew rapidly. She could see the soil tremble and shake as the words grew into giant books that sprung from the ground. The books were about the height of a house. Each book had its own personality and spoke with her. Some were funny. Some frightened her. Some she wanted to mother. Superfluous grew into a book that she wanted to go drinking with. (The fact that my teenage daughter wants to drink even in a dream does not make for a happy Mom.) None of the books had titles. They weren't books from our overflowing shelves. As she emphasized, they grew from the words she planted. Isn't this a fun and wonderful dream?

My daughter loves to read. She used to write regularly but no longer believes she's any good. She also used to draw and paint, but that too has fallen by the wayside. I've hated to see her set her talents aside, and I would like to think that this dream is reminding her of her creative power and telling her to use it again. She'd also like a few opinions on what it could mean, so if you feel so inclined, let us know what you think.

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9 Comments:

Blogger Chris said...

That is a kick butt dream! How cool is that? I think you are going to have a writer on your hands....again!

Have a great weekend!
Chris
My Blog

June 03, 2007 7:38 PM  
Blogger Micki said...

Well - I don't know what it means, but I love the image this post created in my mind. What a wonderful analogy - to plant words and have them grow into stories.

June 03, 2007 8:42 PM  
Blogger Theresa Williams said...

Awesome dream. The Native Americans believe words have power and don't use them lightly. To speak a word is to bring something into being. Words are not abstract to them, but as much a part of the material world as a tree, a fish, a mountain. Words are also part of the spiritual world.

I can see a dual meaning in the dream:

1. She certainly has not put aside her wish to put her life and thoughts into a book.

2. She understands the power of words to bring things into being (people who love books do understand this). These "things" can indeed be pleasurable or frightening. She is thinking of how she might shape her future.

June 03, 2007 9:46 PM  
Blogger Lisa :-] said...

Why do I have such boring dreams? Last night I had some kind of "West Wing-ish" dream, with me somehow involved with the Bush Administration (in an adversarial sort of way...)

Anyway...I think C is dancing around the kind of relationship with words that makes for a good writer. We all know what a love/hate sort of affair it can be. She may yet be a writer. She has many years ahead of her to put it down and pick it back up again...

June 04, 2007 12:45 AM  
Blogger more cows than people said...

this is SUCH a fabulous dream. And Lisa, I'm with you, boring dreams. here i was thinking it was a good dreaming night... but a decent reconnection with a college professor doesn't hold a candle to this.

i don't know hooey about dream interpretation, you've got good possibilities here. does sound like it could be a call to write though... it's such a powerful metaphor for writing.

June 04, 2007 7:13 AM  
Blogger Charlene said...

Writing: Communication. Review of your feelings. Record of experience.
Reading: Learning. Information revealed. Escape from reality. Something burdens you.
Plants: Growth. Nature. Life. Let the natural process flow freely.
Book: Information. Guidance. Record keeping.
http://www.petrix.com/dreams/index.html

June 04, 2007 9:56 AM  
Blogger gigi said...

Oh, to experience the vividly imaginative dreams of the young again. I still remember a few...totally fun and wonderful!

I think it's a fertility dream ~ in this case, a fertility of the mind ~ the creative urge to plant, to nurture, to grow. And a reminder that sometimes what we create grows beyond our original intent or our ability to control it, for good or for ill. Seed, cultivate ~ then stand back and watch as it becomes... :)

June 04, 2007 5:06 PM  
Anonymous Barbara said...

Sounds to me like she is definately pondering it on some level. Could likely be that she was merely examining the possibilites from a new angle. Or that she has a real yen to go that direction, but is a little afraid. Perhaps Someone is trying to point her that way. Definately a thing to take to the prayer closet.

June 04, 2007 7:32 PM  
Blogger Gannet Girl said...

What a wonderful dream! I wonder if, having read about it, I could have one of my own -- and remember it long enough to tell the tale!

June 04, 2007 8:48 PM  

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