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I remember very little about my dreams. Actually, I only recall one snippet now.
I ran out of my Celexa and my pdoc is out of town this week, so I took 100 mg of Seroquel instead. I normally only take 50 mg and sporadically at that, but my anxiety is flairing up, so I took more (I'm prescribed 100 mg but only take 50 because it knocks me out).
I slept for almost an entire day lol.
My kids came in at one point to ask me to drive them somewhere and they quickly realized I was too doped up to drive. I had slept ALL day before they woke me, but I spoke as if drunk and kept falling asleep while talking to them.

I woke for a couple hours last night.

The only snippet I recall was talking religion to someone. They were blaming God for something bad that had happened and I tried explaining that Satan is the cause of the bad, not God. The person's attitude was like "yeah, whatever, sure."

I could go back to sleep now, but I took a caffeine pill to try to stay awake.
No more 100 mg for me no matter how bad the adrenaline flares become lol!!!

I went to bed at around 10AM and woke at 5:30 PM
I don't recall much about my dreams, but one stands out.

I dreamed 2 guys came into the house and my 18 year old son raped one of them. He thought they were intruders but it turned out one of them was a friend. I was appalled by my sons actions. Even if they were intruders I felt he needed counseling and/or jail. But I was more concerned with the friend. As it turned out, my son had attacked him before so he shrugged it off sadly as if it was something he was used to. I tried explaining NO ONE has any right to treat him that way.
That's really all I can remember.

>>>The ONLY thing I can think of that could even possibly have triggered that dream is the fact my 15 year old daughter had a gay friend stay over for a couple of nights. My bedroom connects to the bathroom. They were putting on makeup and dying their hair and coming back and forth between rooms. Once, Jeff (the guy obviously lol) was sitting on my bed when my daughter randomly asked: "Does butt sex hurt." Without thinking, I replied: "Yes." Then Jeff said: "It hurts the first few times." so I quickly added, "Yeah, if you have a gentle partner, there ARE things he can do to make it better."
But why the dream evolved the way it did from that is a mystery.

Bits and pieces of other dreams include:
Running into former religious friends at a gas station.
>> I went to a gas station before bed and ran into the church crowd, which triggered the dream.

I dreamed of a large cockroach that I kept trying to squish and butter that I squeezed for some reason and it resembled a rabbit. I tried to preserve the butter because it looked like a piece of art lol, but when I left for some counseling session it melted.
At the counseling session, there were a lot of angry people. I shut down and shielded myself from the anger for the most part, so that part is lost.
>>>I'm pretty sure I dreamed of the counseling session for 2 reasons. I watched Fairly Legal right before going to sleep. It's a legal show about mediation. Second, last night, my brother-in-law was putting me down as a parent to my 14 year old daughter because both of my daughters are most likely going to a Juvenile Facility for truancy. This is their 4th appearance before the Magistrate. Their last 4 absences were my fault because I was having a rough time with my gallbladder but the rest of the absences are on them. Neither me nor their older brothers can wake them up in the morning. They refuse to go. Now they have to deal with the consequences.

I also dreamed of repeated scenes were I jumped some watery chasm in a vehicle. Only, the vehicle folded down every time and I was able to carry it out of the water
>>>No idea

And there was a couple dreams about driving through snow in my grams old neighborhood. I'd always lose control at certain curves, but I never crashed.
>>>>It's snowing today after unremembered days of "Spring". I drove in it this morning, thus part of the dream.

I think that's it.

I jumped awake, thinking I was being paged over the perimeter alarm. It plays as musical beeps when hubby's trying to reach me from his house. But it was quiet lol

I dreamed I was a factory worker, making boxes. My box kept falling apart at the bottom, and we rounded them using ice lol so the inside kept getting soggy.
The dream occurred before the first or second world war.

At some point, I ran away with the female factory boss. We were in love, but it wasn't affectionate. Neither was it "cold". We were just "proper" ladies. I'm not sure when that part of the dream happened, because I barely remember it.

Back at the factory, she exchanged lifts so I could have a smaller surface to work on. I placed my hand on her back momentarily as we walked, but that's all. I was afraid of putting her in a bad spot because she was the boss AND a woman.
There was a paper bag on the floor next to one of the moved lifts. I looked inside and it contained a couple photos and some other odds and ends I've forgotten. I asked if it belonged to this one young man whose lift had been moved. It was his and he took it and I was taken aback by how sad and lost he looked.
I kept trying to get the bosses attention to have her explain what I did wrong with my box, but the dream kept changing. We passed some boxed toys and I admired the craftsmanship. Part of my brain screamed the toys couldn't exist yet, but I shrugged it off to continue the dream.
Higher on the shelf were a couple knickknacks belonging to the boss. We passed them by and she told me the factory was being shut down and she was moving with her family.
Angrily, I grabbed the knickknacks and held them close to my chest.

I went outside to try to wait for her and a kid in a nearby car was crying for her grandmother. I never saw the boss again until much later.

The dream zoomed by, showing my life after her. My dream turned me into a man lol and I joined the military. I saw battle often and trained many soldiers but one day I received a letter about my old boss. She was very sick. I rushed to her side on some remote and frozen island. I found myself in a bar. My old boss was in a long peasants gown, filling orders. She didn't look very well though. In a corner sat her husband. He exchanged words with me and it was unfriendly, but I no longer recall the specifics.

The dream then changed completely and the guys in the bar were my partners in crime. We were planning some sort of rebellion or revolution. Two of the men started fighting with each other and while a black partner passed behind one of them holding up a chair, he was shot through the chair in his eye. He didn't die though. Everyone wanted to flee the scene but I told them we had to take responsibility and explain what had happened.
Cops came, we explained and THEN we fled lol
Then I woke up.

I've been exhausted lately, so I took a 2 hour nap. I'm about to go to Wally World and buy some caffeine pills! I LOVE my dreams, but I can't sleep my life away for them lol
I have no idea why I had those dreams, though certain parts were inspired by watching What Would You Do before falling asleep (the parts about being gay [in the military] and the screaming kid).
The factory bit was inspired by watching a Charlie Chaplin movie "Modern Times" last night.
But why my brain threw it all together in that fashion is a humorous mystery

I dreamed I was a factory worker, making boxes. My box kept falling apart at the bottom, and we rounded them using ice lol so the inside kept getting soggy.
The dream occurred before the first or second world war.

At some point, I ran away with the female factory boss. We were in love, but it wasn't affectionate. Neither was it "cold". We were just "proper" ladies. I'm not sure when that part of the dream happened, because I barely remember it.

Back at the factory, she exchanged lifts so I could have a smaller surface to work on. I placed my hand on her back momentarily as we walked, but that's all. I was afraid of putting her in a bad spot because she was the boss AND a woman.
There was a paper bag on the floor next to one of the moved lifts. I looked inside and it contained a couple photos and some other odds and ends I've forgotten. I asked if it belonged to this one young man whose lift had been moved. It was his and he took it and I was taken aback by how sad and lost he looked.
I kept trying to get the bosses attention to have her explain what I did wrong with my box, but the dream kept changing. We passed some boxed toys and I admired the craftsmanship. Part of my brain screamed the toys couldn't exist yet, but I shrugged it off to continue the dream.
Higher on the shelf were a couple knickknacks belonging to the boss. We passed them by and she told me the factory was being shut down and she was moving with her family.
Angrily, I grabbed the knickknacks and held them close to my chest.

I went outside to try to wait for her and a kid in a nearby car was crying for her grandmother. I never saw the boss again until much later.

The dream zoomed by, showing my life after her. My dream turned me into a man lol and I joined the military. I saw battle often and trained many soldiers but one day I received a letter about my old boss. She was very sick. I rushed to her side on some remote and frozen island. I found myself in a bar. My old boss was in a long peasants gown, filling orders. She didn't look very well though. In a corner sat her husband. He exchanged words with me and it was unfriendly, but I no longer recall the specifics.

The dream then changed completely and the guys in the bar were my partners in crime. We were planning some sort of rebellion or revolution. Two of the men started fighting with each other and while a black partner passed behind one of them holding up a chair, he was shot through the chair in his eye. He didn't die though. Everyone wanted to flee the scene but I told them we had to take responsibility and explain what had happened.
Cops came, we explained and THEN we fled lol
Then I woke up.

I've been exhausted lately, so I took a 2 hour nap. I'm about to go to Wally World and buy some caffeine pills! I LOVE my dreams, but I can't sleep my life away for them lol
I have no idea why I had those dreams, though certain parts were inspired by watching What Would You Do before falling asleep (the parts about being gay [in the military] and the screaming kid).
The factory bit was inspired by watching a Charlie Chaplin movie "Modern Times" last night.
But why my brain threw it all together in that fashion is a humorous mystery

I've known for years that I have a crush on my psychiatrist. It's only normal when he's the ONLY person in real life I have to REALLY talk to. I even told him at one point because I was holding back info in fear of making a bad impression. I told him that too.
But some things, I definitely keep to myself
Like last night's dream.

In the dream, at some point, we were kissing. He was a sloppy kisser but I still enjoyed it. Then we were lounging on a bed. That's what I enjoy most about these dreams- the physical closeness. At various times, I had my head on his shoulder, his chest, his lap. At one point, I was near his feet and had the crook of my arm around them. I asked myself why I wasn't grossed out (feet tend to be dirty and smelly so I avoid them IRL). I was just soaking up the affection.

Then he gave me an engagement and wedding ring and we ran away to India. He's from Egypt and that's where we were *supposed* to go before the dream decided to change things. I started getting cold feet, thinking of my hubby and children. He said he could drop me off at Paris and send me home, but he'd need his rings back. I decided I didn't want to go home
The airplane trip was long and exhausting and the airport was insane. There were people with guns everywhere (not literally, only about 3 but it felt like more). We became separated, and I needed a key card to get to the room. I couldn't remember the room number (our hotel was part of the airport as it usually is in airport dreams). I talked to someone and he asked me lots of questions to verify who I was. I couldn't remember where we were or where we came from. I couldn't remember my doctor's name, though I eventually did I couldn't remember how to spell it. I asked them to just call him and verify everything. Someone eventually took pity on me and did.
But then I couldn't find the room. It was either 3 floors up or down and I kept getting turned around. I was worried because everything important to me was in the room- my money, my DSi, my iPad, clothes, doctor lol etc.
Then I remembered that my mom and her friend were showing up. I was annoyed because no one was supposed to be there with us.
Mom's friend asked if I was in love with my Dr. and I couldn't answer her.

Then the airport became a hospital and I was still lost. Some madman was shooting up the place, hunting others down, but I walked right passed him, mostly unconcerned until he was out of sight. I asked someone where I could go for food, but the directions were too complicated.
"Alert Zone One" "Alert Zone One"

Then I woke up to the stupid perimeter alarm going off. It was around 5:30AM and I was ticked off to have been woken from my dream lol
I went back to sleep until 11, but I don't remember those dreams.

>> Interpretation:
I have a crush on my pdoc lol. I'm starved for affection. But I'm married with children and he's my pdoc, so nothing will ever come of it- which is why there were so many interruptions and interferences.
Am I in love with my pdoc? No. I've never been "in love" with anyone, though I thought I have been a few times. I LOVE deeply, though. I do love my pdoc, but I understand WHY.
As for the airport- I dreamed about that because I'm out of meds and my pdoc is out of town this week on a conference. He always flies.
I don't know why I dreamed of the hospital or the shooters.
I frequently get lost in dreams. I have no sense of direction IRL and in my dreams it's always much worse lol. It's a normal recurring theme though.
I woke up starving, so that's why I dreamed of wanting food.

I had some really weird dreams last night. I've been having some real doozies lately, but I quickly forget them.

Anyhow, last night, in one dream the face of a man was being sawed off along his mouth. Even though he was quite dead, I could hear his screams inside my head. As the person kept sawing, sand started pouring out of his face. I was more fascinated than mortified/upset.
In another dream, I gave birth to a boy and a girl, one week (or 1 month) apart lol. I kept losing them and forgetting to feed them. They didn't have names or birth certificates yet because I gave birth to them at home. I kept thinking if one of them died, I wouldn't go to jail because no one knew I had them :O But them I found them and never let them leave my side after that. I was going to college so I kept asking my parents to buy me 2 baby carriers because juggling them plus my books was proving impossible.
I was failing one of my classes because I could never find it.

>>Part of that last dream was the result of my youngest daughter complaining about the school not letting them use backpacks. Her shoulders are very lax and it's causing her problems.

I dreamed of a large building, of flying.
Here recently, it's been difficult for me to fly. I can barely leave the ground.
I dreamed of the ocean and people drowning. I dreamed of the beach in winter and secluded trails.

Night before last, I dreamed I was losing my teeth. My upper molars were horribly loose, and when I placed my finger between the tooth and my gum, it was so loose I just pulled the teeth out. I pulled them out because I had horrible toothaches. One of the molars was about a foot long and extremely heavy lol

>>I had that dream because my youngest daughter has to have her wisdom teeth removed and we spoke about it right before bed. I have to reschedule her because another appointment can't be moved.

But that evening, I took a Seroquel to help me fall asleep. It's my nature to fight against sleep, but when utterly exhausted, I finally laid down. My youngest daughter walked into my room at that point to ask me something, and she had purple hair lol. I blinked a few times, telling myself I was seeing things (not uncommon for me when exhausted), and sure enough, the purple slowly disappeared lol. I've not had that happen for a REALLY long time

I only recall bits and pieces from last nights dreams because I was woken up several times this morning and quickly the final time.
I remember dreaming about shopping and one of my sons throwing a fit because I forgot to buy hotdogs.
In another dream, I was flying.
In yet another, I was very sad about something. I was in a house and my pdoc was sitting on a couch. I had to sit on the couch too because there was nowhere else. I was also sleepy lol Our shoulders were touching and he didn't react to it, so I eventually laid my head on his shoulder and went to sleep. Being in his presence was very comforting.

I've been having more dreams about my pdoc,, which is making me slightly depressed. I'm an independent hermit. I've never felt the need to be close to anyone before. In fact, being physically close to people usually makes me antsy. These dreams show that I'm liar to myself. I DO crave contact. My shrink is my confidant. I have no friends. I rarely see my hubby and we haven't had sex for at least 6 months. I'm forming an unhealthy connection with my pdoc... BUT I wont see anyone else. The dreams depress me because they show me what I'm missing out on, which makes me want things more.
I need to find a way to make the dreams stop...

In one of my dreams last night, I dreamed I was talking to an alcoholic or drug addict. I was explaining Paradise Earth to him as well as other JW beliefs. He was very sad because all the people in his life were overly negative and unforgiving. I asked him if his past was in the past and he said yeah. I asked if he had tried to make amends to those he hurt and he said yeah. I then told him to try and disregard the words meant to only him and to continue doing a great job.

I had this dream, in part, in response to a thread I replied to.

I dreamed about poop, sharks, the RV and shopping again, but I've forgotten the specifics.

I dreamed of swimming and being attacked by a shark. It bit off a body part (?) and another shark rescued me. I had to have a shark blood transfusion lol. I later told someone of the attack, but I didn't have any marks on my chest where the shark grabbed me so I became lucid for a moment.
I also dreamed of shopping and something about the RV.
My memory is very fragmented because I woke up much too quickly.

I think I dreamed of poop again. It seems to be a recurring theme. Yes, I did... I dreamed I popped out a little turd and it squished against my butt and undies and I was VERY grossed out but couldn't think of a way to excuse myself gracefully.
My subconscious is TRYING to tell me something. I've had similar dreams for about a month now. I need to remind my brain that I don't handle subliminal messages very well so it needs to just TELL me what the frick it wants me to know. Cause I'm just not "getting it".

I am not an emotional person in life. I might get angry and grumble, but unless there is ABSOLUTELY no other way, I do not yell. And when I'm sad- even grievously sad- I almost never break down in tears.
When my grandmother died several years ago (I was closer to her than to my mother), I held her hand as she drew her last breaths. And when it was all said and done, I couldn't sit still. I had to clean and organize everything.
So, all that said, emotional dreams are exceptionally interesting to me.

In one dream, my brother (whom I have never been close to in real life) had died. It was confusing... he died of something like West Nile Disease, but he had also been caught in flood waters where he ultimately died. He had been in the water for a day before he was discovered. When someone (?) broke the news to me, I hit the floor on my knees- tearing at my clothes and wailing.

Interpretation: I have no idea. I have never wanted a richer relationship with him. We are completely different people. I love him in a sibling sort of way but he's never been so much as "friend" to me. I don't mourn the lack of a relationship I never had. To me, relatives = chaos (i.e. DRAMA) and sadness so I keep my distance without actually shunning anyone.

The other dream was of me in a car at first. I left my 4 kids in the car for something like 6 hours. I have no idea what I was doing at the time, but their bio-dad ended up getting them. My kids were really young. My oldest is now 18 years old, but in the dream he was around 5. In the dream, my ex-hubby thought they had only been in the car for 1 hour and I wasn't about to set him straight!
His dad was there, trying not to get involved. But I could tell he did NOT approve of what I had done.
My ex-hubby then started giving me hell about how I was raising the kids and I blew a gasket.
My voice was very raised as I told him we hadn't seen or heard from him at all in several years so he had NO right to jump my case and tell me how horrible a mom I am.
Then the dream switched somehow and we were arguing about a manuscript I was writing. I told him I was open to ideas and criticism and at that he threw his hands in the air and turned to his dad who just casually rolled his eyes at the "logic" of women.

Interpretation: No sure. I still have some anger toward him for abandoning us... but in truth, he rarely ever even crosses my mind.
So, does he represent the man I'm now married to? They're both very controlling and demeaning at times... my ex was never there as a father and my current hubby has never been a father to my kids either. But I'm older now, just a tad bit wiser lol, and I'm not quite the doormat I used to be. I now tell my hubby when something he does or says upsets me. My biggest problem, though, is with finances and I brain-washed myself so thoroughly as a child that I still find it exceedingly difficult to hard-ball over my allowance. He has the job. He's worked all his life. I'm a slacker who plays facebook games all day. I have no right to make a fuss about anything... Or so I tell myself.
I always wanted to be a novelist but it's slipped away. Hubby kind of scoffs whenever I've mentioned writing. So, I connect writing with creativity AND financial freedom (yeah right, I know lol). The first part of the dream was me screaming about how the men like to give orders and complain, but they've never BEEN there so they should shut the heck up.
This interpretation feels true. I was yelling in the dream because I'm ever the mediator, so even when I'm unhappy about something, I sugarcoat the issue when I really just want to scream or punch a wall.

In one dream, a few days ago, I was some random female DC. I had been raped. The man then stuck fishing hooks into my arms and legs. He strung me up, then sat on me like a chair. Then I was attached to a "zip line" and he rode me to the bottom of a hill. I asked him to please stop. That it hurt. He went somewhere (?) and I removed the hooks from my arms, but when I tried removing the ones in my legs I couldn't. The barbs were too large and I was still attached to a line.
I don't recall what happened after that.

In another dream, a few days back, I dreamed of walking through my hubby's house, looking at his art glass. I was trying to teach someone (?) the different types and styles. One of his modern pieces was broken as well as one of his older vases. It saddened me.

Other than those, my dreams have been typical: large houses, zombie apocalypse, airports, flying, drowning, driving out of control, yadda yadda yadda.

Why do I have the same freagin dream themes? It seems more pervasive than other's dreams.

Last night I only recall snippets. I dreamed of my p-doc and his brother. They both had a daughter from the same woman. I don't recall how I fit into dream.
I also dreamed of being in the RV, but the driver was too close to the edge of a cliff and we fell off into a body of water. Don't recall anything else.

Then I took a nap earlier for a couple of hours.
In it, I was at an airport (surprise, surprise). I had been looking through some shops and was interested in buying some things. Some items were books and others were hand held games.
Then I was outside, sitting in some waiting area. I was trying to sneak a smoke. A bunch of interesting people sat near me from time to time. One was an artist.
Then a wealthy woman (?) showed up and I was expected to go with her. We got onto some sort of trolley and I talked to her about the great crowds. I told her the only people I didn't see were Jehovah's Witnesses. I expected some snide or "funny" remark, but she instead asked me how long I had been apart from them.
There was bitterness in my voice as I told her "way too long" but smoking was my demon and I had no desire to quit any time soon, and I saw sorry in her eyes for me.

That's all I recall.

I'm back on my Seroquel, for anxiety, and my dreams last night and this morning were amazing.

Let's see... where to begin.

Last night, I dreamed of talking with my JW [Jehovah Witness] friend. She lit up a cigarette (I was already smoking) and I cocked my head at her. I asked if she was sure she wanted to do that and she said yeah. It was only a half-jobby. Another JW walked in and was obviously uncomfortable. She (?) soon left and I told Roxanna she would be in trouble for talking with me and for smoking. She told the lady before she left that she was putting the cigarette out. That she prayed and found she hadn't needed it after all. She was asking the woman not to tell on her, but I knew it was pointless.
Then the room filled up with JW's. They were having a meeting in the room we had been smoking in lol There was a new member who started to come over and introduce herself to me, but I held my head in shame and the woman walked away.

Later, I was in a car with 3 Brothers [JW's]. There was Bob M, Frank B. and another guy I either don't remember or who was just a random DC. Each of them started smoking half-jobbies. I asked them what was going on, if I was somehow being set up for some sort of life lesson. I started to give them my excuses for turning my back on returning to the congregation: My house is still a mess, my daughters give me constant grief, I need to smoke to calm my nerves. But before I could open my mouth to say any of those things, I sadly smiled and told them "I get it". Whatever I could say is just a lame excuse, and there is no excuse for turning your back- not on returning to the congregation in so much- but on turning your back on God.

Shut up brain. When I woke up, I lit a cigarette. I'm not ready to return just yet.

I also dreamed something about the RV's but I lost them.
I also had an epic dream which I've forgotten

I was still sleepy, so I went back to bed.
I had an epic dream. I was at an airport (surprise, surprise), but this time, I actually boarded the plane. I fell right to sleep and when I woke, I was in China or Japan. I told my hubby that wasn't possible, that I'm a heavy smoker and would have noticed. But I gave sway to the dream as usual.
We were separated, and as I exited the plane, I noticed I had a huge turd hanging from my butt. I walked strangely until I could safely let it fall without being noticed. I wanted to pick it up and dispose of it, but people were coming and I wasn't ready for the embarrassment *ewwwww* lol.
Most of the rest of the dream occurred in restrooms. I walked into a public restroom that was for both sexes and I nearly fell over from shock. There were people of both sexes crowding the area. In every corner there was someone getting a hand job, a blow job, or just having sex. I just wanted to use the bathroom lol but there wasn't a stall available.
Back in our room, we were ordering food and the housekeeper was telling us she'd charge $40. extra if she had to remove our food from our room. She said, when we were finished, we should leave it outside, not in the room.
Hubby ran into someone he knew and they talked shop for awhile. I went back to the restroom, and everything was quiet.
It went on like that for some time, but I've forgotten the rest.

Then the dream became another one and I was talking to a little girl. She asked what association was, then she kept falling off the back of the couch, but I kept catching her. I thought about calling her Sunshine, but that didn't quite fit. So for the next several minutes, her mom and I kept trying to come up with the names of some clowns. The little girl liked one called Amber. So I started calling her "Amber". She giggled and asked why. I told her she acts like a clown so I associate her with clowns because they're funny. Then she understood what association meant.

The dream changed again and I was back at the airport, only the airplane went back and forth through time. I hate that I've forgotten most of the story, but the gist of the dream was that I was traveling to undo some wrongs my father had committed. I was a random DC for this part of the dream. Sometimes I was male, or female and once I was a male child. A lot of times, the wrong committed was that my father did nothing at all to stop an injustice he could have prevented. One time, it was simply showing an act of kindness to a woman who was gravely ill.
At the end of the dream, someone became aware we weren't the people we said we were, but I woke up before I could see the dream through.

Curse my brain and it's sudden fascination with outright symbolism. It knows I don't appreciate those sorts of dreams, so the messages from my dreams are usually more direct.
I'll have to think on these some.

I had at least one really bad dream last night.. I don't recall all of it. I caught my ex-hubby in bed with an old friend, Florence. They were just sleeping but I had the feeling more had went on. I screamed at him, saying it was NOT acceptable and I wasn't going to take it- that if I found out he was screwing around on me I would make him pay. I said something about finding one of his friends to screw.
I was at my grandmother's house and I walked from one end of it to another, yelling at him and crying. Florence smirked and rolled her eyes at me.
Then there was a shift in the dream. I was a man, trying to have rough sex with some woman. We were standing up in the kitchen and nothing I tried worked.

In another dream, the bottom of my left foot was severely cut to the point my heel was peeled away. I was in a lot of pain and tried to find a doctor.

In another dream, I was flying and singing. I don't recall the song, but I was very peaceful.

Another dream was about being at an airport; another was about a large building; there were dogs in one dream or another.

The other day, I had another dream about the large house that's an ever-so-persistent theme. There was a secret passage to the basement, as per normal, but there were safes in the basement that I couldn't access. The higher up in the house I went, the bigger the messes and more profound the clutter.
That dream HAS to be symbolic! The basement could easily be my subconscious but what about the higher levels? What am I hiding from myself?

I had an awesome dream last night. While I was dreaming, I became lucid and I vaguely recall thinking my dream reminded me of Inception (which I was with hubby last night). But my kids stormed my room and were persistent about waking me and I lost most of the dream.
All I remember (and that barely) about the dream itself was of flying.

I need to get a lock for my room lol