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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Do you ever wonder what’s in a dream? I mean, when you have a nightmare, is it because of the pepperoni pizza you ate the night before or the Stephen King movie you watched before bed--or is it something deeper?

Wish I had the answer. I only know that I clobbered my husband the other night, and I don’t even know what I was dreaming. Maybe that whole getting nothing for Valentine’s thing is catching up with us, I don’t know.

There’s the night I waved my hands wildly in the air and insisted that I didn’t want to dance. Or the time he screamed and said (through sleeptalk) that there was a shadow at the end of our bed. He continued sleeping. I pulled the covers over my head and stared at the blanket threads the rest of the night.

There are happy dreams too. The kind that takes place in a field of daisies and Doris Day shows up. Then there’s the one where I won a fifteen minute shopping spree at DeBrand’s Chocolates.

So what kind of dreams do you have? And what do you think, is there anything to it besides the pepperoni pizza?
Diann Hunt  
posted at 7:17 AM  
  Comments (17)
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At 8:00 AM, Blogger Kristy Dykes said...

I dreamed I swallowed a giant marshmallow, and when I woke up, my pillow was gone!


That's an old joke.

I have colorful dreams. And nightmares. Sigh. I've learned to live with them.

Cute post. Made me laugh. Thanks, Diann.

At 10:21 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I cracked up, Di. LOL

I had this really horrible dream when I was a teenager that has never left me. I found a shoebox in the closet with a baby in it that had been partially eaten by spiders. Aren't you sorry you asked? LOL

My most persistent dream is when I've gotten to missing my grandma so much I can hardly stand it, I'll dream about her. When I wake up, I feel I've actually been with her. I can smell her sachet and feel the touch of her hand. One of these days I'll see her again!

At 10:25 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Okay, Colleen, I can totally see our genres coming through. I dream of eating chocolate, you dream of babies eaten by spiders. Eeeewww!!!
I'm guessing you ate a DELUXE pizza before bed that night--with maybe a little garlic bread tossed in?

At 10:27 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

LOL, Di! I'd say it was a meat lovers with extra anchovies or something. LOL

At 11:21 AM, Blogger Tina Ann Forkner said...

I dream about my grandmother too. I'm little again and she's telling me what books to read!

I think there's more to it than just chance. I think that when I dream, I'm working out my issues, stories, plans, etc. in my head.

At 11:37 AM, Blogger Julie Carobini said...

I dream of the beach regularly...not kidding one bit! (And I second the ewww factor in Colleen's dreams ;-0

At 1:11 PM, Blogger Leslie said...

I have some incredibly vivid dreams. Some of them are nightmares, some of them are just plain strange.

Some of the nightmares I've tended to think that there is something more to them. The strange ones are usually because of something I've seen on TV or read, but there was one, that I really do feel like God was "talking" to me. That one was a pretty cool one.

At 1:13 PM, Blogger Jaime Wright said...

My dreams are usually on the realm of the latest horror flick "Hostel", so I'll spare you the torturous (literally) details. Apparently, I have a submerged fear of being tortured.

On the lighter side, I dreamt I married Kiefer Sutherland the other night ... and then my husband who was supposed to have died, came back to life and I had to choose who to be actually married to. How that is the "lighter side", I'm not sure.

And, I'm a healthy eater, so I can't blame pizza. Hmm....

At 1:45 PM, Blogger Southern-fried Fiction said...

I'm afraid I'd have done more than pull the covers over my head. LOL

At 1:54 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

Taking Cold Medicines give me scary dreams. Once when I was sick I had a dream about my husband. He had done something (although I am not sure what) that made me angry. Like irrationally angry. The next day I had to keep reminding myself that it was only a dream and that I wasn't angry with the poor man.

Although he has had funny dreams about me as well.

For him it's stress that brings on weird dreams. When he was in graduate school and I was expecting our first child he was a bit stressed. One night I woke up and he was running his hands in my hair like you would tussle the hair of a little kid. He sat up, looked me in the eyes and said, "Kellie, You have really hairy feet." And then he laid back down and closed his eyes. The next morning he woke up and told me that he had had the strangest dream about my feet! And didn't remember at all the short statement he had made the night before.

At 2:15 PM, Blogger Pam S. said...

Food or not, I have some pretty wild dreams!

I have a friend who believes that dreams are important and communicate something to us. I'm not sure what I think of that.

The best dreams I know of are the ones when Jesus talks to people and tells them to find out about Him; then those people come to church wanting to know more. :)

At 2:20 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, that's HILARIOUS, Kellie!!!

I'm enjoying all these responses! It would be interesting to see what kind of dream, say, eating Cream of Wheat before bed might produce. I'm thinking a blank screen. *g*

At 4:48 PM, Blogger Kayla said...

I had a dream the other night I got kidnapped and held hostage with a bunch of other people. My best friend came in and started shooting pool and hanging out with the kidnapper and wouldn't believe me when I said that he had a gun. Somehow the kidnapper missed my cell phone so I texted some guy that I work with that has been hitting on me and he rescued me.

I gather that I have been watching 24 too much. And my best friend's betrayal is stemming from how he just got a job 2-3 hours away and is moving in 2 weeks. And then, um, who knows about the guy that I work with. Maybe he's the distraction from my best friend moving away. For some reason, the whole thing was highly amusing to me.

I have had dreams where I was mad at people and the next day I wouldn't talk to them and was unsure why. I usually don't remember my dreams and if I do it's quite awhile later, LOL.

At 5:54 PM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

I have recurring dreams. In one, I'm running from a tornado (I'm never hurt). The other ones revolve around school: I can't remember my schedule and don't know which class to go to next and sometimes the busses are leaving and I can't find my locker.

I think some dreams mean something. That one probably means I was insecure in school. And I was. LOL

At 6:12 PM, Blogger Katy McKenna said...

Jaime--So which guy did you pick? Your hubby or Kiefer? Enquiring minds!! :)

Di--My husband would be the Cream of Wheat Dreamer. I once wrote a humor article (that got published somewhere....) about the difference in our dream lives. I routinely dream of Armageddon, a dream in which I--calling upon some bizarre Messiah complex I must have--must save all of mankind from imminent destruction with something like a paper clip. I wake up in cold sweats, shaking. I share with Doug, who wants to be in on the action. He says, "Well I had an exciting dream, too." I feel a connection with him, a nocturnal kinship. "Tell me!" And then it ends up he dreamed of vacuuming. Or mating socks. Honestly. ;)

Katy McKenna

At 6:44 PM, Blogger SaraBeth said...

I have dreams all the time now. I blame it on Mama actually making us breakfast lately rather than letting us fend for ourselves (normally we just bring out the Lucky Charms; lately Mama has put out place mats and made food!).
I once dreamed that there were two sentences. Sentence one had two parts, the first half and the second half. The second sentence had two parts as well. But the problem was, the first part of the first sentence needed to go with the second part of the second sentence. And the second part of the first sentence needed to go with the first part of the first sentence. The whole dream was me and some others living these sentences over and over again. We knew the sentences were wrong and kept trying to make the sentences go together correctly, but we couldn't. And then I'd keep waking up. When I'd go back to sleep, I'd dream the same dream again. It was so annoying. And a little confusing. ;)

At 8:15 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

I've had those SAME school dreams, Denise!!

LOL, Katy!!

A friend who reads our blog wrote me privately and reminded me about the time I told her that I had woken up one night chewing on something--my ear plug!!! Wonder if that's the night I was dreaming about DeBrand's????????


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Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.

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