Our home….every room….was filled with people. I don’t think I knew them but in the dream, they’re all friends….but friends who don’t leave!!! And the furniture is moved all over the place. In some cases there’s even more furniture than there was! For example, there’s three TV’s in the den. And there’s musical instruments everywhere along with musicians. It’s as though Andy doesn’t even notice all this going on!….Or anyway he isn’t bothered by it.
I’m with a boy and a woman. I am a child too. We’re on the moon. It’s full. All of us lying on our stomachs holding on. We are worried about falling off (down) but then I remember we’re weightless up here aren’t we? We should be able to let go and float.
Like many people, you may havedreamed about people you love who have died, or about dying yourself. While these dreams can be sad or frightening, they don’t have to be. Dreams of death and visits from deceased loved ones are not necessarily about death in the literal sense. To find out what these dreams mean, you need to investigate how you have used the imagery of death in order to say something to yourself.
Here’s another dream fragment (one image). This one is an example of a recurring image. After 39 years I am still as fascinated by how much information we can gather even from one sole image in a dream.
The father’s of psychology agreed that the dream gives us a safe place to practice; in essence a rehearsal for an event. No kidding. Okay… I know it’s metaphor if, for example, you find yourself committing a murder, that you are not actually rehearing killing someone. Alfred Adler said the dream gives rise to an emotion that helps you move forward towards the goal.
Well here I am again! Another Oprah dream! That in itself is a ROTE! Do you remember rote in school? Rote is a repeat. Read, write, recite. Read, write, recite. That’s how we learn. And the dreams give us rote as well. Your subconscious wants to make sure your conscious gets it. Rote happens during the same dream, or in dreams that span the night, and can happen over a period of days as well!
Even though a few people were blocking my view, I realized my Dad was standing there! I went up and said “Hi Daddy” so happy to see him. He put his arms up to me to dance and we danced together!! Just the same as he used to with my Mom. Totally in step!! And not for a second either. I actually had a whole dance with him. There were no words. There didn’t need to be. I was with my Dad that night. I know he is with us.
In 2002 just after my book came out, was near the time a connection was starting to happen through an alumni site of a camp I grew up at in Lake George, NY. I was suddenly finding and corresponding with people who I hadn’t seen in over 40 years. In a conversation with Susan, one of my old girlfriends I mentioned that I am a dream analyst. She had said she’s had a recurring dream she would love to understand and so I invited her to call me so that we could work through decoding its meaning.
My daughter’s friend was asking about Billy Joel and The Piano Man this evening over dinner. As she had only heard of him for the first time today, she wondered if he is a country singer or a rock singer.
Last week I watched a TV show called Where Do I Come From? It’s a new show Lisa Kudrow produces where TV and movie stars work through ancestry.com to discover their roots. I have been thinking about visiting ancestry.com but it wasn’t until this morning that I finally took a peek. I ran a find on my late father, Joseph Dalfen z’l. It wasn’t long before I found him. I didn’t find him under the name of Joseph though. he was listed as Jacob. I knew his name was actually Jacob Joseph. He preferred his middle name and in fact I didn’t even learn his first name was Jacob until I was 10 or 11 years old.