When the phone woke me up this morning I was in the middle of a dream it was probably 2000 years ago I was a maiden fleeing from the enemy, all my earthly possessions were in a huge basket that I struggled to carry I was with a couple other "maidens" and we were searching for refuge stopping along the path hiding etc we stumbled upon a flat bed type cart and all of a sudden Hercules, Kevin Sorbos Hercules was towering before us lifting our baskets into the cart and hitching up a horse rescuing us from our oppressors.
Now for some reason Kevin wasn’t really Hercules in my dream but Robin Hood! Although he was still the way cute Kevin Sorbo for which I am grateful :) anyway all of a sudden the enemy was all around us Robin (Kevin Sorbo) picked me up and carried me to the cart and hides me behind the baskets and shelters me from our attackers. who turn out to be The Lost boys um.. Peter Pans Lost Boy’s yes I know I need serious therapy – the funniest thing is I cant remember the last time I saw TV or a movie this was totally out of the blue!
Anyway the lost boys were attacking with vigor when I look up fearing the worst, expecting swords and or bows to pierce me at any moment in spite of Robin's (Kevin's) strong arms covering me. The Lost Boys weapons were plastic knives, yes plastic cutlery the new weapon of choice Robin, Hercules or who ever the heck he was flung the lost boys away from me like feathers but for some reason one of the Lost Boys was able to wield his sword (plastic cutlery) at me with great vigor jabbing me twice with his weapon before Kevin saved the day. Just then the phone rang…. bummer ;)
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Almost as strange as the dream I had last night about several layers of Heaven. I was Marge Simpson. You had to go through the different layers of understanding to get to the highest level of Heaven. And all of these levels were underwater but you could breathe underwater. Once a person completed one "grade" they go on to the next grade. Well Bart Simpson wanted to skip first grade and go on to second. Which wound him and his little bully buddy Nelson into an even lower level which was hell. He and Nelson said they were just visiting and these ghoulish creatures were all around including, I think, that bratty little girl who's the daughter of Rev. Lovejoy. I/Marge really wanted Bart to wise up and go through first grade. Well he decided to go through first grade even though he was behind everyone else in the world who were by now in a higher level of spiritual understanding. Bart and Nelson were two of the about 5 people in the world left.
We all finally got to the highest level of Heaven which was just above the water and extremely beautiful with lots of music and celebration and joy.
OK my dreams are weird but I think they just mean I want my kids to grow spiritually. Right? Please tell me I'm not insane.
We both need help.
Steve thinks your dream is weirder than mine.
Hey I don't know about you but I'm not crazy! ;) my dream was SO out of the blue, I just don't have dreams like that it was kinda fun. Especially the Kevin Sorbo part;) I can totally buy into your interpretation - kids get the God thing, go to heaven, and sense we know you watch and imitate Marge on a regular basis....
My dream may mean I have a subconscious need for a knight and shining armor or Kevin could be a metaphor for who Christ is in my life - Stronge protector etc. hey why not make him HOT! :) LOL....too fun, sux that the phone rang!
LOL I think you're both crazy ;)
Shana
p.s. but yeah Kevin Sorbo as part of any dream is a good thing in my book!
Shana,
You think I'm crazy caz I had a little somethin goin on with Kevin Sorbo and your jealous :) i just caught the last 10 on Andromeda tonight waaaaaaaaaaaa......:(
Nathanael:
You might not be crazy, but my mom is. She has dreams like this on a regular basis. And she, like you, always tries to interpret some deeper meaning into it. No matter what it's about. It could be a dream where she falls out of an airplane into a giant can of Spam, which then shrinks and gets eaten by her cat. She would interpret this to mean that she's falling spiritually into a situation where she'll eventually join a lot of other people who have probably been eaten by the cat and who are all spiritual. Every interpretation must include at least one iteration of the word "spiritual". It seems like you like to put significance where there is none too.
. I'm going to posit a simple truth: sometimes a dream HAS NO MEANING. A dream is a random firing of synapses to entertain your brain when it's idle. Maybe sometimes there is some hidden meaning, but in the vast majority of cases it's just random stuff. Cats have dreams. They dream of eating. Does that mean that spiritually they're consuming the Lord's word? No, it just means they're hungry.
. Yeah, I know. Sometimes you'll put a realist spin on a dream and say it probably was random after all. But in my opinion you should do it more. I do it all the time.
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I had an ever weirder dream last night. I'll only tell part of it because the other part has me for some reason walking naked in a swamp in Myanmar.
One part was this man from Korea who had long hair and he was sort of cute but nothing to write home about. Then he got his teeth done a la The Swan and at first I thought that was ridiculous and then the next time I saw him I was this beautiful svelte woman with long, long black hair down to my knees and a light brown skin, and this Korean guy had this perfect smile. So we had a big fling. Did I mention we were in a town which was all on something like a big shrimp boat the whole time? Anyway years later I/the woman went back to see him and he had had his teeth un-Hollywoodized, and he looked like just a normal guy, average. Without the big bright teeth his face and hair and everything was normal. My friends said, "you thought THIS guy was so hot?" And I/she very superficially said, "Well it was just a little fling, and only for a month long." I/she was embarrassed.
The other part of the dream I was married to this guy and we lived in a small house with his parents in a small town which was kind of on stilts in Myanmar, I guess. (Imagine Cajun but in Asia.) I had this baby, two babies actually, a girl and a boy, and the younger one (the boy) for some reason had those horrible-looking brackets/caps on his teeth (think Mexican country dentist) and then a couple of his teeth were growing in sideways and were so thin they looked like blades. I'm like, what's up with this poor little one's teeth? Didn't I keep them clean? I thought, I need to get him to a better dentist.
OK that's my whack job dream entry today.
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