I dreamed I was standing at a bus stop on Queen Mary Road. I had laid out a piece of cream colored carpet so a few women who were coming off the bus could see it and hopefully buy it. And it’s not even a carpet you’d put down on the floor (unless at the door) to wipe your feet. It’s just a cut of a carpet, and a lousy cut at that! It’s shaped like a messy, uneven triangle. I have price stickers on the back of it. The price was 39.99. The forst woman looks at it and offers me 40-something dollars. I am so happy I say to her, “I’m sure you’re the one who is going to get it.”
Two days ago I dreamed of a tsunami. I was walking on the beach with Emma-Jo. We went down a hill of sand to a place where there were windows. We are outside the building near the line of windows but walking nearer the windows than the ocean. Suddenly the waves are so high that…
It makes sense that I have always been so fascinated by dreams and their meaning. I have great dream recall and have been discussing them since I was a child, long before I knew we are problem solving in them.
I first learned we are problem solving in my early twenties, during therapy with a brilliant Freudian psychoanalyst.
Whether it’s your teeth repetitively falling out of your head or going on a homicidal rampage, waking up sweaty and disoriented from a bizarre dream can leave you wondering what the hell is wrong with your head. And it really doesn’t help when you have the same dream over and over. Concerned about whether or not our recurring nightmares meant we were awful people or simply unwell (probably both), we reached out to a professional dream analyst, Layne Dalfen, to find out.