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DREAM ANALYSIS -- 5 cents

People often tell me their dreams. No, not their personal goals, I mean they ask me to interpret their nighttime dreams.

I do like to think about symbols and their meanings. And like Lucy van Pelt in the Peanuts comic strip, I provide inexpensive insight.

My husband is going through a phase where he talks and moves around a lot during sleep. It’s very hard to rest with a melodramatic opera or Greek tragedy being played out in bed, right next to you.

The other night, during the second act, he jumped and screamed.
I said, “Are you all right?”
He said “Snakes.”

Snakes are classic symbols appearing in the mythology of cultures around the world. Often thought of as a symbol of evil (Adam and Eve), they can also represent transfiguration (shedding skin) and healing (rod of asclepius).

A few years ago, I made herbal dream pillows to sell, based on a book Dream Pillows and Love Potions by Jim Long, herbal superstar and author.

Dream pillow recipes change depending on the type of dream you want to evoke: romantic, prophetic, restorative, etc. Many herbs are well-known for their special powers and the herbal mix can turn up or down the volume.
§              Lavender is restful.
§              Mugwort helps you remember your dreams.
§              Rosehips and rose petals are healing.
When I used one of the little pillows myself, I documented dozens of interesting dreams. Typically, one can recall dreams only during the first few seconds upon awakening, so I jotted them down in a bedside journal, and then later, created a little watercolor picture to represent each one.

After several weeks, I noticed that my dreams fall into themes. Here are a few in the "animal" category:
A bird morphs into a fish and back again

An embarrassed tiger hides in the closet with exposed puddle

A parakeet wears a big brass buckle

Bluebird of happiness with human skull 
Do you have recurring or vivid dreams? What do they mean?
Here's a free online dream dictionary where you can look 'em up!

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Karen

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