Someone please tell me what this means.

Hey. Remember me? I know. It’s been a while.

Anyway, I have a story for you. Ready?

A weird thing about me is that I very rarely remember my dreams. I’d say, like, once every three or four months I’ll wake up and remember dreaming. The rest of my life, it’s just dreamless sleep.

Well, this morning I woke myself up yelling. And oh my goodness. I will tell you the dream, but please don’t judge me. Just help me figure out what it means. Because I’m stumped.

My family is at my parents house. We’re all hanging out and it’s my sister Ellie’s birthday. And also her baby Micah‘s birthday as well. (How this is possible, I don’t know since Ellie was born on May 14 and Micah was born on May 20. Anyway.) Everyone is sitting at the table and I am over in the corner. I am wrapping Micah up in a large piece of wrapping paper. Just have him sitting in the middle of the paper and am taping up the sides over his head. I lean over him to grab a side of the wrapping paper and and I do, my mom yells, “Becky! What are you doing?! Your …! (Editor’s note: insert female body part that rhymes with hippo … sort of)” And I am like, “Mom, relax. I have clothes on.” But she is really, really mad.

Well. That set me off. I am furious. Shaking mad. Spitting mad. I can’t even say anything, I am so angry. So I walk out the front door. In bare feet. In a snowstorm. I stalk up down the front walk and start down the block. (Towards the sumo house. Somehow, though, my feet weren’t cold.) Suddenly I look up and there are three very large Great Danes.

They are attack Great Danes. (Um okay.) They are moving like lions, circling their prey. And they are huge. They are able to jump, like, 20 feet in the air. The only way I can think to get away from them is to climb one of the tall pine trees. (The ones on the other side of the driveway next to the Kreuger’s house.) They don’t have branches until, like 25 feet up, so I have to shimmy it like I am climbing a palm tree.

So the first Great Dane reaches the tree and suddenly turns into a very short person and starts climbing up after me. As his hand comes near my foot, I slam my heel into his hand and he falls. Right at this moment, my dad saunters out of the front door and sees what is going on. By then I realize the other two Great Danes have also turned into short people and have climbed the other tree next to the one I was on. One of them flings himself over to my tree above where I am holding on, hangs by his legs as if over a trapeze swing, and the other one grabs his hands in a sort of acrobat-like move.

I see that my dad had just meandered over to his convertible and is just watching what is going on. I start yelling, or trying to yell, but of course, I am hoarse, “Dad! Dad! Dad! DAD!”

And that’s when I wake up.

Any ideas what the heck all this craziness means?

15 thoughts on “Someone please tell me what this means.

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  1. Hmmm….everything going ok with the folks these days? 😉 That is too bizarre! I had a week once…a WEEK mind you, not one day…where I dreamed the same dream every night…and it was creepy and weird and EXTREMELY obnoxious. It was this dark pitch black background, and all I could see in the blackness where all of these little neon mulicolored cut out paper men dancing in a cirlce singing 'It's a Small World'. I would wake up, then every time I fall back asleep…the same thing. It was awful!

  2. I said "rhymes with hippo … sort of."If the "o" were an "le".And I have no idea why I was so mad. Probably the same reason Ellie and Micah had a birthday on the same day, my feet weren't cold in the snow and attack Great Danes morph into small people.

  3. becky–this is the craziest dream. I am impressed you could remember all of it! I think it means you will soon be selling your house and moving to mozambique.

  4. That is odd… and now I'm a little nervous for my couple nights here at your parents' house. Good thing I have 4 ferocious guard dogs to take care of me. And… apparently I'm slow too, because I barely got what the word was after you gave a hint.

  5. For what it' worth, I'm a full believer in the fact that God still speaks to us in dreams (Charles Colson would disagree). I've had a couple of interesting dreams myself that turned out to be pretty darn prophetic (not that you're going to be wrapping Micah up in the near future). If the dream still haunts you, I'd recommend asking God to reveal it's meaning to you. Afterall, He's really the only one who knows what it means.

  6. Ok this is my first time to your blog, and I love it! Your dream is so weird but so intriguing! I hope it picks up so you can maybe get some closure on it. I agree with Woody, though..maybe God is trying to show you something.

  7. So were the little people "attack little people"? Are you afraid of short people right now for some reason? :-)The whole Dad part may be that now you are married and your Dad is not your "protector", Chris is?I always have strange dreams. They are even stranger if I'm pregnant. Not that I'm saying you're pregnant. 🙂

  8. I feel like an idiot. I keep second-guessing myself. I believe the correct author that I was trying to refer to is Charles Stanley. Yes, I'm going with that…99% sure. Not Swindoll and not Colson. I know it doesn't matter. I would just hate to misrepresent someone. Why are there so many Christian authors named Chuck/Charles? Hopefully this will be my last post on this particular blog!

  9. I just miss you. I see other people walking dogs and think of you. But I can no longer sing these lyrics. "I have often walked down this street before; But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.All at once am I Several stories high.Knowing I'm on the street where you live."

  10. Doesn’t it just mean that you are sick of your mom pointing out every trivial thing that she thinks is a flaw in you and making a huge thing out of it. That what makes you mad. For some reason you are unable to ask your dad for help, maybe you don’t believe he will help you. Instead of asking him for help, just tell him about mom. Practice in your head for the next time mom makes you mad. Visualise yourself telling her, calmly, she spends too much energy on trivial things. Whatever her response to that, you don’t care, it’s not a worthwhile discussion

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