Dream – July 17, 2015 – I Was Sliding!
Well, really, like in a TV show, we were sliding between parallel realities. We slid really well. There was a group of us, actually a bit bigger than in the show. A few people.
And one of the portals was in… a toilet! A kind where there’s a hole in the floor. You had to jump into the hole, and that was it – into another reality! So, we all jumped in. At first, it was scary, but as soon as you jumped, the toilet was gone, and you were flying through a pipe into another reality through flashes of light. It was beautiful!
We arrived in this other reality. If you’ve seen the show, you know that each reality was slightly different from ours. Even just a little bit. And this one was different – in a big way!
Our group got all mixed up, pairing up. I ended up with a very handsome, tall guy. Well, I say “guy,” but he was actually about 35 years old. So, it seemed like my body stayed with me and his body stayed with him, but the faces… Half of his face was his, and half was mine! And mine, too!
It was a very strange and surprising experience. But not scary, not wild – just very sweet and familiar.
When I woke up, I realized that this was an incredible metaphor for love and relationships.
Dream – August 4, 2015
I had a very strange dream. So strange that I felt the urge to interpret it.
I dreamed that a hole appeared in my head, and I decided to fill it with quarters (25-cent coins). I thought it would be convenient. So, like a piggy bank, I stuffed quarters into my head. And inside my head, there was some empty space. I even shook my head to make the coins rattle.
I walked around with the coins for a while, and then I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had a new vertical hole in my forehead. No blood, it was just like my forehead was sliced from top to bottom. Through this hole, I could see the cavity of my head and handfuls of quarters. I thought for a moment and decided to take the quarters out. I started shaking them out of my head, a lot of them fell out, some had already moved deeper under my skin, and I started moving them with my fingers towards my forehead so they would fall out too.
Well, I seemed to have shaken out all the quarters, and now I thought I should stitch the hole up, at least for hygiene’s sake, so dirt wouldn’t get in. I wanted to do it carefully so there wouldn’t be any traces left on my forehead. I found a woman who seemed to be a specialist in stitching, but she didn’t want to help me. I told her, “Help me, or I’ll stitch it myself – I’m not going to wait.”
I looked in the mirror, and the wound had closed by itself, and there were no traces left at all. It was like nothing had ever happened. Just a tiny scar from the first hole, through which I had filled my head with quarters.
I looked at my whole head in the mirror, and then thought, did I shake all the quarters out of my head?!