I know, you don’t want to hear about the dream I had the other night,but I’m gonna tell you anyway. Because this is my blog and I’ll boreyou into a glassy-eyed stare if I want to. Drunk with power, I tellya. Anyway, I’ll keep it short.
Begin foggy dream sequence.
Aftercrawling through ventilation ducts (and performing various maneuvers Iprobably picked up from having seen Lethal Weapon a few too manytimes), I drop down in front of a locked door. I pick the lock, rush inand find a small blond boy who looks like he belongs on an oatmealcommercial. I am there to save him. A very bad man (who I will later,in an after-hitting-the-snooze-button sequel dream, defeat with more ofmy Martin Riggs moves) is holding children captive. I have an inklingof what’s gone on. It’s bad. He has, though, left the childrensandwiches to eat while he’s away doing other dastardly things. We sitcross-legged on the floor, the little boy and I, as he shows them to me.
“Thisone is Annie’s,” he says, holding one of the wax paper wrappedsandwiches, then laying it at his feet. I wonder where Annie is beingkept. “This one is Kevin’s.” Again, he lays it down. “This one ismine.”
“And this one,” he says, looking at me with doe eyes “is yours.”
The door slams shut.
End foggy dream sequence.
Whatthe hell. Seriously? This is my dream and I’m getting captured by apedophile psychopath? Not. Cool. My mom says it’s about rejoining theworkforce (the sandwich being my paycheck, capture being employment).But I don’t feel trapped. I kind of actually like working. Ithink it’s a warning against falling for blond boys with big eyes. Andthat sandwiches are bad. I like to keep things literal.
Someone once told me that every element of every dream in some way represents a part of you. So you, in effect, are the sandwich, you are the blonde haired boy, and also the pedophile. Not literally, but there’s something he represents. I never bought it, but she really did.
As far as I’m concerned, that cigar was just a cigar!
So true. We should all be warned against falling for blond boys with big eyes.
Did you watch Medium last night?
I dreamt, a few weeks ago, that I kept putting metal things in the microwave. I’d close the door & it would spark. So I’d open the door & take out a thermometer, or a spoon, or a metal cup. I don’t know what your’s means either. But I’m double-checking whenever I microwave now.
Sandwiches are good. I’m hurt.
Oh, Mike. I’m sorry. Maybe it’s just the crusts that are bad? The pedophile left the crusts on. He obviously doesn’t know kids as well as he thinks he does.
I think it’s more about you wanting Detective Elliot Stabler to come and rescue you.
I think that it’s all about your concious. Your maternal instinct to have children in the (maybe) very near future. You are saving these children. You are their savior. You feel for them & want to protect them. The children in your dream want your help. They want you to help them. You are fighting with your concious over two worlds. Trying to decide if it’s okay for you to maybe going back to dating a guy who doesn’t want children & if you will be able to live with that or not. Then again, I could be way off? What the heck do I know? LOL
According to the dream dictionary it means this: Boy ~ If you are female and dream that you see or are a boy, then it indicates that you are developing the masculine aspects of character. Alternatively, it may represent your feelings about a real-life boy who is important and significant to you. You may have a crush on this boy and your waking thoughts of him has carried over into the dream world. Your motherly instincts may be taking over.
Wax ~ To see wax in your dream indicates that there is too much activity going on in your life. You may need to slow down and take a breather. Alternatively, it may symbolize the passage of time that has long passed. To see dripping wax in your dream, represents your hidden passionate emotions.
Paper ~ To see a blank white paper in your dream, signifies your desire to make a fresh start in your life. It may represent you desire to express yourself through writing or art. You need to work on being more communicative. To see a stack of papers in your dream, denotes overwhelming responsibilities and stress that you are having to cope with.
Gold Color: The golden color reflects your spiritual rewards, richness, refinement and enhancement of your surroundings.
Yellow Color: The color yellow has both positive and negative connotations. If the dream is a pleasant one, then the color yellow is symbolic of intellect, energy, agility, happiness, harmony, and wisdom. On the other hand, if the dream is an unpleasant one, then the color represents cowardice and sickness. You may have a fear or an inability to make a decision or take action. As a result, you are experiencing many setbacks.
the universe teaches you lessons… even from the naughty people.
It gave you a gift (sandwich)
What are ya gonna do with it??!!
But I don’t want the gift! I don’t want to be locked up with the boy!
I have bizarre dreams like that all the time. Totally pisses me off. Usually the really odd ones happen when I’m coming down w/something.
When you mentioned wax-paper wrapped sandwiches, I was instantly transported back in time to when I was say 3-ish (you know, just a few years ago, HA!). I remember seeing my mom making my dad’s lunch at the counter. She ALWAYS wrapped his sandwiches in wax paper. Funny how a few words can bring us back in time to a memory.
Hope you kicked that bad bald guy’s proverbial arse!
Oh dear, that is one creepy dream.
I don’t want to freak you out more, but it sounds kind of like the beginning of a horror movie to me…
I want to hear about the Martin Riggs’ moves in the sequel…
Sigh, everyone has better dreams than me. I want to be a kickass hero a la Lethal Weapon too.
You know (I love to analyze a good meaty dream; I’ve been having bizarre ones my whole life) … I’m intrigued that you were able to have a sequel. Perhaps the fact that you were able to conquer (get the bad guy/get a job) what looked like an insurmountable obstacle (saving kids from behind the locked door/unemployment and looming bills) is a sign that you are getting your power back. Looking at it this way, at least, takes away the oog factor, right?
Fish, you crack me up! I’m glad you still have that sense of humor!
Mmm sandwich. Smoked meat. Horseradish cheese. Mustard. Tomatoes. Romaine lettuce. Pepper. Freshly baked bun lightly toasted. Sliced pickles on the side. With a strawberry milkshake. I so hungry! Must run home to inhale a couple of peanut butter sandwiches. Damn this grad student budget.
Go for the literal! Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Yeah, definitely too much L&O: SVU. Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
I have dreams like that sometimes but like Sar said too much L&O SVU, I need to stop falling asleep to that.
What is it about children and sandwiches? I recently had a dream that I was guiding my (non-existent) little brother through Hell, and I was telling him not to trust ANYbody along the way. We then ran into a little girl resembling a young Hermione, and she offered him a sandwich. He refused, and she was disappointed because it was, in fact, a dirty trick. There’s more, but this isn’t MY blog, so I’ll leave it at that.
I’ll take a shot at it. You want your own children very much, hence attempting to save the children. However, you are taken captive by that man. Maybe symbolizes the power of a man in our life to be on the same page about having kids. An Ex of mine broke my heart when he said he would never have kids no matter what. I suddenly felt like a child with that power hung over my head. Granted, the sandwiches he gave me were crustless, but that made it all the harder to leave him.
Thank g-d I don’t remember my own dreams..Life’s complicated enough as it is
I see other commenters have beat me to the punch, but my immediate reaction was, “I bet she watched a little too much SVU.”
you picked the lock to get in, you can get out too.
also, could it be that you were there before? that’s why they had a sandwich for you. but you got out. now you wanted to go back and help the ones who didn’t get out. maybe this is about something bad that you already went through.
in helping your mom’s point…the fact that you had a sequel and kicked the bad guys ass could be chalked up to what you said about liking to work.
Dream Part 1 ~Some part of you felt trapped by your new found employment, you know doing the same thing everyday just to pay the bills and only getting the absolute necessary to survive (hence the paycheck/sandwich)…
Dream Part 2 ~Some other part of you feels happy and excited about your new found employment and wants to kick the trapped feelings ass – hence the Martin Riggs’ moves in the sequel…
I have weird dreams all the time and when i think about what is going on around me or in my life i can usually figure out some way to tie it all in…lol
also maybe a little too much svu ;~)
have fun and don’t forget to tell us about the sequel!
Hi, I know this doesn’t have much to do with your sandwich dream, which by the way I would stay away from them, they can be evil… but I didn’t know if you knew about Earth Hour. They did it last year in Sidney and it was amazing, and now people are trying to do it all over the world. I’ve been reading your blog for a while and thought you might be interested in the concept. All it takes is for people to turn their lights off for one hour on one day… not too hard.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qczUcQ-VjM
http://www.earthhour.org/
Thanks for always writing such amazing blogs and keep up the good work!
You’re not boring me with this dream, I LOVE DREAM ANALYSIS!
My initial gut was this:
Bad man = Your ex who was wonderful, but didn’t want children
Boy = The children you couldn’t have with him, therefore the ones you are “saving.”
He left the sandwiches because he’s not ENTIRELY bad (like your ex), he’s somewhat concerned for the children, he just wants to be rid of them as well… it humanizes him in a way.
The fact that the door was locked probably represents the difficulty you found in trying to leave him to save the children ie: to save yourself and to one day to become a mother…
The sandwich which was handed to you, was essentially a peace offering from your EX, a representation that he wasn’t “all bad,” and that you could find sustenance from him, you could survive with him, but that slamming door and the fear in induced illustrated what was most important to you… motherhood.
(But hell… what do I know?!)!
But I got locked IN with the babies and I didn’t want that at ALL. I think that’s an important distinction.
Hey Heather, so I know this is off topic but do you ever take questions from readers like advice?
That’s definitely an important distinction… but I think it can go along with the rest of my interpretation.
You’re trapped/locked in your decision to choose “motherhood.” I think that can be a scary thing and can certainly induce fears of being tied down.
Basically, saying “YES” to motherhood closes the door to him and traps you alone (for now).
(Of course, this is coming from someone who knows only your blog persona and that’s where I get my clues… for all I know, you went to a little coffee shop that sold sandwiches in wax paper the other day while you were babysitting your nephew and thus: the dream of a cramped starbucks with children;)
Um, I’m not very good a deciphering dreams. But maybe you can help me with mine. Last night I had the most WICKED dream about my Mom:
We were in the kitchen and she was asking me to do something that she was completely capable of doing herself, knowing that I had to be somewhere. I was aggrivated but I did it. Then later on when I got back, after she had been sitting around on the couch ALL day she proclaims that she needs something from the store in this annoyingly whiney voice.
I feel this familiar boiling anger, but push it down and say mildly “Mom you’ve been home all day with a car, why couldn’t you just go to the store and get it.” Then she sucks her teeth and says in one of her usual phrases in a mom-guilt tone “(huff) I would NEVER say that to MY Mom. If MY Mom wanted something I would get it for her, it didn’t matter if I didn’t want to do it!!!” 1/2 second of silence “You know what fine, I won’t ask you to do ANYTHING else…” So I reply “I’m not saying not to ask me to do things. What I’m saying is we all have busy lives and if we can do things for ourselves as much as possible then others wouldn’t mind helping us out when needed.” She started laying more guilt on me and then I went TOTALLY spastic. I told my Mom EVERY SINGLE HORRIBLE THING I’d ever said or thought about her. I mean EVERYTHING. It felt like such a relief.
But when I woke up I felt so very sick to my stomach. I felt downright depressed and thanked God it was only a dream even though all that horrible stuff is true. I had to stop myself from apologizing to her when I spoke to her today.