I’m Tired of this.
I Don’t want to Do dishes anymore. I want to eat off paper plates in front of a crackling Fire…
No more cleaning, I want to sweep dirt from my Teepee with a straw broom.
Don’t want stupid negative redundant Inane words…
Want to write Poetry and Books while my lover brushes my hair.
Over Giving to you what You would Never think to give to me.
Sick of living Here. Deep in a cave is where I’d rather be, making Love on skins and cotton.
Or maybe in a mountain River, cold, hot, Real.
~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~
I didn’t sleep well last night and woke at 12:30 am. My legs ached and my mind wouldn’t stop. When I did sleep I drempt I was in an unfamiliar house trying to sleep while strangers spoke at me and I had broken my phone in two and wondered if I had enough money to get another one. I was freaking out a little in that dream and was glad when my legs woke me up again.
I know what that dream was about. It was about the next book creeping around in my psyche. It all means something. I listen to my own heart as if it were a guru on a mount. I learned in this writing process that no thought is worthless and sometimes you just have to water them, wait, and see what sprouts.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
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.
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. ~
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.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
Only words can let
Your poetry and
Your fears and
Your fingers throb,
your unsung screams.
©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
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~
~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
Compressed memories of strange ages,
folded words suffocate like
faces in a locket.
I have two poems in my
folded pages of unused
Stifled existence of
folded parchment retaliate like demons in a locket.
I have one poem in my
palm for you,
one page of letters in a dull
Reused words of a
folded nows awaken
like a hope brand new.
I have no words left in
you have them now like
missed dreams in a locket.
©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I was dreaming about a haunted house, a severely haunted room and dreaming a lucid dream within a dream.
I woke up and then I woke up again but still…
Because They were still there and objects were still flying around the room, suddenly conscious of dimensions shifting.
Then I fell asleep in the sleep and…
At once awakened and still again I dream.
~We Ran ~ Dream Inspired Free Write #2
I held the hand of my lover then…
clasped fingers of passion and devotion and minds entwined…
we walked ran climbed through dirty foul littered industrial streets and mazes running to,
and running from,
some unknown evil.
I traversed a rocky path strewn with huge tomes of knowledge, these scattered between the large stones open and closed.
I made my way to swim in the bright blue ocean,
but before I got there discovered a dark grotto.
Where people joyfully swam naked in the cool green-black waters, amongst slick boulders and bodies floated freely.
Then wedged in between stones the size of cars and houses,
and I wanted to swim with the ecstatic souls.
I looked back as I carefully made my way toward the light,
regretfully and yet understanding more knowledge was needed.
Ok, this may seem like an odd question but I just can’t help but wonder if anyone else has had this experience.
Have you ever had dreams of paranormal activity in places you’ve never been? I don’t mean scary dreams or nightmares or places you know in waking life to be haunted. My latest one involves an apartment I’ve never rented in a building I’ve never seen before. I often dream of places I’ve never been to physically but have only had a handful of dreams relating to paranormal activity. And I’m never a ‘ghost hunter’ in these dreams but an experiencer only. I wake up and say to myself, “Yep, that was a dream otherwise I would have had at least a voice recorder and camera on me!”. Jeesh. Gets me to thinking about the voice recorder though…
“An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.” ~ Charles Dickens