~Dream Interpretation 101 or Dream Analysis In A Dream~

Someone posted a dream today and they were seeking to get some ideas about what it meant. I posted a response and let it ride. This person’s response floored me. I will post that exchange below. But first, here are some things you should know.

I’m no psychic or psychologist and I’m no Freud or Jung, but I am empathic to a degree and tend to feel things from all my senses rather than just one or two at a time. Occasionally this empathy comes through as synesthesia of a sort. My dream interpretations are based on universal dream symbols that appear across all ages, eras and cultures, and on my own instincts about the person telling the dream.

We are all empathic or sensitive to a certain degree and can learn to interpret the mind’s wanderings in sleep. You can look at books and articles online all day and find ten different meanings for every dream posted. Here are thirty universal dream symbols to get you thinking.

30 Common Dream Symbols And Their Meanings

Dream interpretation is best done by the dreamer, however. A river in my dream may be a joyous, relaxing thing to me, but to you, it may represent a fear of water or drowning. My nightmare could be your happy dance dream. I mean, don’t just assume that monster intends to hurt you when it catches you or that dreams of death mean you or a loved one is going to die. Very often you are running from something you don’t want to face and death tends to mean transformation and/or growth.

So unless you are prone to precognitive dreams and have found yourself to be accurate over time, I would stick with the universal symbols as a jumping off point. Precognition is a post for someone else to handle as I don’t have enough experience to inform you.

If you keep a dream journal for a while you will eventually notice your brand of symbolism begin to repeat in your dreams and may be able to draw some conclusions to what certain symbols mean to you. Write or record everything you can remember as soon as you can, after you wake. Pay special attention to emotions and strange anomalies.

Pink zebras with glasses, melting clocks and flying through the skies like Superman do not belong in this conscious reality and the more you become aware you are dreaming the easier it will be to distinguish the meaning of unreal images.

If you are lucky, and you practice this technique, you may become lucid within your dream. I mean to say, you will know you are dreaming and will, to some extent, be able to control the action. You will remember these dreams as if they happened just yesterday…for the rest of your life. I will go into the fascinating world of lucid dreaming and astral projection in another post sometime.

Bottom line…the more you take conscious notice of your dream content the more you will begin to understand the weirdness. I can’t stress enough that the world of dreams is a world of symbols. I have noticed that the people in a lot of dreams appear to be aspects of one’s personality or emotions like love, hate, desire, and tend toward the feels of hopes, needs and wants.

Your mind will save up your days experiences and give you a dish that may taste funny or rotten at first…until you turn around three times, pet the blue unicorn, then take another bite and find out it is your favorite food. Back up and punt, and realize that person you forgave three months ago just dyed their hair blue, bought a puppy and learned to make gourmet seafood dishes. Just sayin’. I did not dream that. But it is a good example of the correlations you can unearth between your subconscious dream world and your conscious reality.

Here is the dream posted.

~The reason for my post tonight is I am looking for some dream interpretations

I had a dream two nights ago where I was in a unfamiliar house with my sister. I was helping her paint her nails and each finger was a different color. To make this more interesting they were colors of skittles, in fact she even put the nail wraps on each nail that had the S logo on it. This dream was so real feeling I felt as if I was in this house experiencing this in real life. When my sister was finished with her nails I even remember Helping her clean up and on a napkin laid Q tips that were the color of each one of her nails.

Next thing I knew she was eating something and started choking but after a few good coughs she smiled at me and said I’m good.

Maybe it was because I was thinking about her and worried about what I had just learned, but it could be she was just letting me know she really was “good”.

Not sure but i am interested in some of your interpretations. I think what made it seem so weird was the fact I really felt as if I was in the room with her experiencing this, more vivid than any dream I have ever had and with lots of details. ~

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Here is my interpretation and I came close to nailing it right to the wall.

~Okay. Here is what I get from your dream. Remember dream interpretation is subjective and your personal interpretation will be the most accurate. The unfamiliar house. The house is a symbol of body, mind and soul. Rooms are aspects of your being…the top floor would be your highest spiritual self, the basement your ego and basest emotions. Think of your physical body as a three-story house of rooms. The bright primary colors you help your sister paint on her nails suggest a happy comradery between you two even though you don’t know her (house) as well as you would like. Bright delicious colors are always a good thing in a dream. The S could simply stand for sister rather than skittles. Dreams are good at throwing you details that are not readily understood. You helped her clean up the mess. Have you you helped your sis through a rough time lately? Is her house in an uproar or agitated state. Are there health issues? You don’t have to answer those questions, just tossing them at you to think about. She choked but then recovered and reassured you. You have been worried about her for some reason and I think this dream is letting you know that even though you don’t know what’s going on with your sis, its going to work out in the end. The clarity of the dream indicates it is very emotional territory for you. These brain things (dreams) don’t stand out and stick themselves in our conscious awareness unless they mean something important to the individual. Or it could just be about skittles. Sigmund Freud said, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.”~

And one last thing for y’all. Go to this website to jump off into any research your heart desires.

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~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Bare Foot In The Snow~

She strides slow,
barefoot in the snow,
racing to fast scalding concrete walks.

Feet burning low,
freezing skin down below,
racing to quick arctic
mountain peaks.

She strides slow,
bare-skinned in the snow,
racing to breathing hot
cavern walls.

Feet melting snow,
frozen tears down below,
racing to screaming fiery
nature calls.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Random Chunks Of Brain Matter ~ #1

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~Just sitting here braining. I think I just invented a word.~

~You just can’t fix some things. They are like ash and evaporate into nothing when you touch them.~

“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

~Rainbows only happen rarely and you only see them if you’re on your toes.~

~You went to college? Library living and people watching learning right here.~

“Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.”
-Anne Sexton-

~Intelligence fights with itself.~

~Organized is a way of life. The various things I’ve done and created over my life have been controlled almost anal retentively. Like I had the only way to do a thing. And honestly, I still feel that way sometimes. It’s like I need some help but yer not doing it right get outta my way I’ll do it myself.~

~A lot of things the Marquis De Sade said were true and all so real. People make his words taboo because he was a freak and didn’t give a fuck.~

~Open minds only need trail behind.~

~On flirting~
~If you are gay please let me know this important piece of information before I lay all my best moves on you.~

“Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.”
-Miyamoto Musashi

~Just be careful where you hide the bodies. I don’t want to have to accidentally dig one up when I’m trying to bury one of my own.~

~On doing what you love… If I were a painter I would be Bob Ross. Painting happy trees on sweeping colorful landscapes.~

~Yes, baby. Let’s make art sometime.~

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

Death and Butterflies

I’m just going to introduce this re-blog with a comment I left on the post. You all should just read this. Seriously.

Wow, my friend. Just wow. This post is probably…no it is the most profound one you have ever written on this site. IMHO. It speaks to my spirit which is fifty years old, in this lifetime, and rings truth to the core of what death really means. I mean, as far as we know. Despite all our combined years of paranormal research, we still have no idea what awaits. Our ideas are only that. Humanities egotistical attempt to construct an ideal afterlife. But then there are those intelligent ones who never go to that great beyond…wtf then, my friend… Give your Mama my love and tell her Happy Birthday for me. She sounds like an amazing woman. And Randy, I have read your writings for years and have learned from your wisdom. This blog post is a culmination of that knowledge and just about covers the feeling and beauty of living and dying, in just a few short paragraphs. Bravo, my dear friend, Bravo!!

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Nobody wants to grow old, right? That’s probably because we know that death comes on the heels of growing old. It’s the natural progression – get old and die. Of course, lots of young people die as well, because this death thing rarely happens on cue; very few of us are prepared, and so it’s always a shock to someone. Still, old age is a sure bet with even odds all the way – you can always count on the same result. At some point, following the process of growing old, we will surely pass away. Done deal. We expect it.

My mother is less than one month from her 100th birthday. She’s been living with the intimate knowledge that something awful is imminent. She’s felt overdue for about 2 decades; living with the idea that “today could be the day.” And she’s understandably torn. Part of her wants to…

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~Even As I Dream~

I write you down for all the world to see, I wonder what you think as you look up at me.

I love how you never sleep, your stories creating form themselves even as I dream.

What do you see when you choose these words I see, I wonder what you did before you came to me.

I love how you never sleep, your rhymes creating sing themselves even as I dream.

I write you down for all the world to see, I wonder if you said these words to anyone but me.

I love how you never sleep, your rhythms creating tune
themselves even as I dream.

What do you see when you choose these words for me, I wonder what you did before these words you see.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Dreams In A Locket~

~I wrote this poem yesterday. It sprung from three poems I had written in my twenties and had folded and slipped into my pocket in order to let them work on me. I mean to edit them and post them when they are ready. As of today, I have two folded sheets of twenty bond against my thigh, words from so long ago begging to see the light. The power of this poem took me to my knees as I wrote it.~

~Dreams In A Locket~

I have three poems in my pocket,
folded yesterdays on faded
grey pages.

Compressed memories of strange ages,
folded words suffocate like
faces in a locket.

I have two poems in my
pocket,
folded pages of unused
grey words.

Stifled existence of
strange worlds,
folded parchment retaliate like demons in a locket.

I have one poem in my
palm for you,
one page of letters in a dull
grey hand.

Reused words of a
different land,
folded nows awaken
like a hope brand new.

I have no words left in
my pocket,
you have them now like
missed dreams in a locket.

©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~