Posts tagged ‘dreams’

2012, September 10

I dream BIG (words) ;)

My dreams are mostly weird. They are along (and not only limited to) these lines: people are trying to kill me with a rose dipped in poison, a puppy follows me home turning into an alien, the walls of my grandparent’s bathroom disappeared while the toilet, heater, sink and mirror are still in place hanging in thin air. That last one freaked me out so much I couldn’t fall back asleep one morning. Not sure why, it was the least scary, just weird.

I also have dreams like the ones I talked about before, which explain things.

And then there are the dreams which leave me puzzled. The ones that make me think of why I can’t recall what I’ve dreamt, while hanging on to a mere few words.

And you know something? I seriously doubt they’re ordinarily dreamt by someone whose mother tongue isn’t English.

So I’ll confess. I sometimes dream “big” words, like:

  • predicament
  • conflicting interests
  • monosyllabic
  • unconquerable 

If I had dreamt them in the same dream, I would probably be more worried… ;)


Do you dream things and then only have a word from it stuck with you for days? How about dreaming them in another language?


PS: thank you for the reminder here, Lynn.

2012, May 28

Dreams. When they come true, or at least explain something to us

My friend Rebecca Emin’s new novel, “When Dreams Come True” launches today!
Appropriately, she asked about other’s vivid dreams and is celebrating with a blog hop and giveaways. Now, I know I don’t generally participate in blog hops, but one about dreams and when they come true? Count me IN!

Usually, by the time I wake up in the morning, I can’t recall a thing I dreamt.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and scribble them onto a piece of paper to make sure I won’t forget. Those are usually a bunch of nonsensical sentences when I re-read them in the morning.
But then there are the times when I dream something that sticks with me. For days, for weeks, for months or even for years to come.

My vivid dreams, as vivid as they are, also come in code. I can’t say I’m particularly fond of that, but they do make me think. It’s always hard to dream and realize I’m dreaming. Mostly because after realizing that I am in fact dreaming, I can’t always make myself wake up. Then, I’m tired for the rest of the day and can’t blame it on no sleep.

A few months ago, I had a very vivid dream. I was with a friend of mine, talking, hanging out. I can recall everything about our conversation. Then something happened: my friend kissed me. As real as it seemed, this is where my dream went into “code-mode” so to speak.

In real life I was upset with this friend, for quite a while. He wasn’t answering my phone calls, e-mails, IM’s. He always had excuses for it. I met up with him by chance one night when we were both heading home from work. We went to a coffee shop, had cake and talked for a while. We planned to meet up again sometime during the weekend, with more friends and my boyfriend. He hasn’t answered my calls, nor returned them. Again, I was upset.

And then I had this dream.

Now, I’m not an expert in dream meanings, but I have these gut feelings, intuitions, that are rarely wrong. Even with other people’s dreams about me. And my gut feeling after this particular dream? He might have a crush on me. He never avoided me while I was single.

I’m not as self-centered as to believe this to be a fact. It was, after all, just a dream. Vivid, but a dream nonetheless. It won’t come true. And yet… it still makes me wonder. I would like to know if my intuition was right or wrong.

WDCT cover If you’d like to read more about dreams, and a lovely novel, here are some links to where you can find Rebecca’s new book.

When Dreams Come True

The Blurb:
Charlie is happiest when biking with Max and Toby, or watching films with Allie. But when Charlie reaches year nine (age 13), everything begins to change.

As her friends develop new interests, Charlie’s dreams become more frequent and vivid, and a family crisis tears her away from her friends.

How will Charlie react when old family secrets are revealed? Will her life change completely when some of her dreams start to come true?

Where to Buy
When Dreams Come True is now available to order via any bookshop or online in various places including:
The Book Depository
Barnes and Noble
& via Apple iBooks

2010, May 20

Special kitten :)

It probably doesn’t qualify as a surprise for most of you that I have a total of four pets: 1 bunny and 3 cats.
And most of you probably watched
videos of them too.
I adore all my pets, but today I’d like to talk about just one of my cats.

Ever since he was born, Onyx is very special to me.

Aside from being sweet, adorable and a cutie, he’s special because he’s the first kitten born in our house (while I was behaving like a concerned family member in the maternity waiting room), the sole survivor of 4 kittens, broke his hind leg (with the precision that I always get sick with, right before holidays) and suffered through 3 days of pain before he somehow managed to come home so we could take him to the vet and have surgery…

But what makes him the most special to me: he was born today, on May 20th, on my birthday. I feel so privileged to share my birthday with such a trooper!

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Have a Mice Birthday my sweet little fur ball <3

As for myself, after a friend of mine sent me the link, I thought I’d give this a go. It’s pretty accurate, so I’m impressed ;)


– May 20 –
You love literature and the arts and dreaming and traveling. You love attention and are constantly attracting people with your charm. People find you very stimulating intellectually.
Positive Traits:

humorous, sympathetic, charming, affectionate, imaginative

Negative Traits:

sarcasm, self-pity, critical, unrealistic, irrational expectations

My life is way off of the track I wanted it to take when I was little, when I was 18, 21 or even last year! But I like most of it. Even though, my life is still hectic, crammed-full-of-stuff and stressful some days, good days seem to come around more often than not.

So as a review of my past year: I’m happy to have achieved as much as I have in just one year.
So many wonderful things have happened which bring me joy that even though I’m still learning to act how I want to feel…
I’m thankful for being alive and having such a loving, supportive and amazing fiancé, family and friends! Thank you! ;)

Happy birthday to everyone who also celebrates his/her birthday today!

2010, March 21

Dreams of the night, dreams of the day

The past days have brought with them many plans and dreams for April. 
Missing the sun remained unchanged, as is the need to transform thoughts into tangible things, giving them life.

While eating chocolate, listening to music, painting plaster crafts this afternoon… everything seems so connected to reality, that even to me, it’s almost strange to find myself here in this place, in this exact moment.
My thoughts are so far from me that all I can do is hope that the invisible thread that links them to me will not break.

I almost always feel like living in a different time than today, and my body moves mechanically, as if expecting to find itself at last in one of my countless dreams.
Dreams of the night, of sleep, signs, codes and mysteries, always restless and strangely abstract, or dreams of the day, the sun and a multitude of colors, fragrant as cotton candy…

Regardless which, to me, it seems as if the dreams are often more tangible than I am…

My imagination working overtime seems to have written this (vague) philosophizing post ;)

Tell it what your thoughts and dreams’ relationship is now that Spring is around the corner (or arrived already, depending on where you live).

2009, November 20

Lost dreams of a broken link – by Estrella Azul

The grandmother sat happily sewing with her granddaughter by her side, chatting comfortably about this and that.

After a while, the machine slowed then stopped.
Her eyes welled with tears as she looked at her granddaughter and said:

“I had a dream about him last night. But this one was different.
In this one I was in the emergency room or somewhere and doctors and nurses were walking around me when I saw your uncle.
He was as handsome, respectable and tidy as when he was in his twenties, but clearly he was as old as he is … or would be… now. Fifty two.

I was so surprised to see him after such a long time.
I asked him how he got to the hospital, has he been there all along, was he staying? But he told me to be quiet now, that he’ll be by my side, that I should rest.
‘We’ll talk later’ he assured me."

The granddaughter listened, not knowing how to respond.

She also had dreams about her uncle sometimes quite a few times dreaming that he came back but she never told anyone.
Her dreams would only bring up unnecessary emotions and maybe unreal hope to her family, especially for her grandmother.


She urged the conversation on by telling her grandmother how she also remembered her uncle as a handsome man when he was younger.

“I can just see that one time I got ice skates for Christmas and he taught me to skate on the lake in Central Park. He knew mom didn’t have time since she was cooking for everyone and dad wasn’t around so even though he had other more important things to attend to he cancelled his plans just to spend time with me.

I was just thinking about him, about how we spent time together, how much he loved me, how protective he was of me, even when I had some fights with mom, he was the one who defended me, no matter what."

“He didn’t have any children, but he just adored you from the first moment he laid eyes on you! You are his only niece, his goddaughter. The man has good taste.”

She smiled and squeezed her granddaughter in a tight hug..

“And I remember his jokes, his fun, comical personality, all the laughs.” – the granddaughter continued.

“We had lots of laughs!

But I also remember the person he became after his second divorce…”

“Yes, I know… Holding down a job seemed to be hard for him, as he was in between jobs many times.
He began smoking and drinking. A little at first, then a lot, not taking care of himself, owing money to who knows what kind of people. Until in some sort of vulnerable state of mind he sold the house he lived in to those gypsies.”

The granddaughter looked down at her lap. That had stung she thought to herself… it was my grandmother’s house that he sold. And he didn’t even ask her.

“Do you remember your uncle’s neighbor’s panicked phone call to let the family know what he had done? I think you were the one who answered the phone that afternoon.”

“Yes, I remember. She said that my uncle was apparently asleep in front of the house while the gypsies were taking away all his earthly possessions. I wonder what ever happened to them…”

“I wish I knew. Your grandfather went there in a hurry, but the gypsies flashed a bill of sale under his nose and he had no choice but to leave them to take everything they wanted. There’s no reasoning with gypsies.
He couldn’t even save any of the old photos… so many memories gone just like that.” 

“That’s when my uncle went to Spain, right?” the granddaughter asked.

“Yes, then he was just a vagrant in a strange country, with no money, no place to stay, no right to be there.”

The granddaughter remembered what she had read in some of her uncle’s papers, that he slept on the streets, or in the park, wherever he could find a warm corner and that he had sometimes shoplifted to raise money for food.
He was arrested a few times for this.

She never told anyone what she read. No one else in the family understood Spanish and they never got the papers translated. Only she knew the real reason her uncle had been deported.

“Finally he got deported right before Christmas and was sent home with the clothes on his back, his passport and some paperwork. He didn’t even have an identity card on him.”

“I remember how great that Christmas was. He lived here with us and we could all celebrate together… and then in the first weeks of January he left.

He just left, no note, nothing.”

“There were a couple of phone calls, and he visited again after that a few times in March, or was it May? I don’t remember exactly, but either way spring 2002 was the last time I saw him. All we have now of him are the papers he left behind.

We never heard from him again."


No one has really gotten over it, especially my grandmother. I’m sure she’s still hoping her son will just turn up one day as he had before. I think that’s what prompted her dream.
Every mother only wants the best for their child. Just before she started up the sewing machine again she wistfully asked:

“What do you think this dream means? …
Do you think that maybe he is still alive?”

I sat there silently, knowing that we were both wondering the same thing:
if it’s better to know or not to know the answer to that last question?


Based on a true story.


Note: If by any chance G. T. might recognize his life story in these few lines, please contact me!

2009, August 8

Mixed feelings

When you have too much time on your hands and you’re all alone for the day, you end up thinking of all sort of unthought-of thoughts. And you tend to get worried and upset over the most absurd things possible.

In the spirit of my relatively depressive mood today, I’ve spent a lot of time searching for some info on a long awaited few days trip (still not sure it will happen, but what else is new?) and blog-surfing and realized: the summer is almost over. “It’s only the beginning of August” you’ll say, but time goes by sooo/too fast.
It seems like only yesterday the Snowdrops were blooming announcing the long awaited Spring.
I can already imagine the park’s walkways filled with orange/red/yellow/brown leaves, the pale sun forcing me to put on a jacket and a scarf before leaving the house, umbrellas occasionally poking someone’s eyes out, shorter days, gloved hands and frozen noses, intense blue sky and then, inevitably, the smell of winter in the air.

Mixed feelings… On one part I’m excited (maybe this year there will be snow more than 3 times), and on the other hand I realize how fast another spring and summer have passed with no real plans, no good changes, no life altering events, yet another amount of time spent waiting and thriving for something better… and even though I know I’m living it, I wonder: when will I finally feel that my life is going to start?

2009, July 29

When will it all be right?

Don’t know why I’m so afraid… Of something unknown, maybe imagined, that’s lurching from a dark corner even on the brightest of days.
Days with smiles and laughter, with sunscreen before leaving and after sun lotion applied after getting home, work, long walks, lots of photos, cooking and baking, playing with pets, etc.

I’m so afraid of a 0.01% of doubt of which I can’t really get away, no matter how rational and objective I may be, and even though I’m told and assured that I have nothing to worry about, that everything is going to be okay in the end.
I know and have no idea, I believe and distrust, I’m happy and upset, enthusiastic and disinterested all rushing in one after the other all the time.

But why does it have to turn out great in the end? Why can’t it be great even during the journey to that? And after all… who has to give in/give up what and how often for everything to be, not perfect because perfection is different for each person, but right for everyone?

PS: don’t mind me today… I’m just in a lethargic mood right now. I should be back to my normal self in a few days.

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