tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post2163518867144607174..comments2024-02-29T00:35:23.026-08:00Comments on It's Always Something...: Higher Education or Let me Learn That Lesson in the Next Lifetime, PleaseLohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08398370059689865989noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-51419630114671077172011-05-02T22:19:13.149-07:002011-05-02T22:19:13.149-07:00Hi dear, I just finished reading your last posts.....Hi dear, I just finished reading your last posts...about 3 times..They are all definitely worth reading 3 times or more...I have this recurring dream that John has left me for another woman,,I plead and beg in my dream,,Sometimes wake up madder than hell at him,,God rest his soul..Maybe it's because it is so hard for me to use 2 of the words you posted,,accept, and let go..Anyway, I enjoyed and learned so much from these posts,,,I will be thinking about them for a long time,,Your writings still amaze me, Love youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-14645329203200312512011-05-02T09:15:25.443-07:002011-05-02T09:15:25.443-07:00Funny you should be talking about dreams. I've...Funny you should be talking about dreams. I've always been able to see my life evolve through my dreaming and some have been exciting and others, terrifying. But, the one I had yesterday morning is too cool to not mention -- although, I haven't figured out the lesson yet.<br /><br />I won American Idol! Yes, I did. And, I sang my deceased daughter's favorite of my original songs -- all. the. way. through! Who does that, in a dream? So, I won and then they didn't know what to do with me because I was such an old fart and how do you present that to the teeny-boppers as the next great whatever. So, Simon Cowell (yes, it's my dream, remember) took me to dinner to discuss the future whilst everyone figured out how to make it work. And, then, we realized that it wasn't going to work, so we just shtupped!! It was glorious and real, and .... and, then, I woke up! But, by golly, I can still remember it -- not where I put my glasses -- but that dream... oh, yes... Fun post and look forward to the when, and if, and how...SharleneThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12180247939829055069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-70966648335100418562011-05-01T01:16:14.851-07:002011-05-01T01:16:14.851-07:00I used to have a recurring dream about the giraffe...I used to have a recurring dream about the giraffe outside nudging his nose through the partially open front door and grinning at me. I never learned anything from that. Go figure.<br /><br />Now I have a recurring dream about knocking around in a huge old house. Secret passageways, dark elevators, back stairs, friends in some rooms, strangers in others, intrigue everywhere, weird stuff going on all over the house and garden. I've wondered whether maybe I'm looking for the giraffe. I suspect I'm not going to learn anything from this one either. <br /><br />I have, however, learned by other means (all accidental) that surrender is the key. Sometimes you quit looking, and "it" finds you ... thus do I believe in serendipity. Obviously you're on the right track, Lo ... =D<br /><br />gcGTChristiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14390368105725901371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-30536110325547762752011-04-30T13:58:36.358-07:002011-04-30T13:58:36.358-07:00Lo- what a great interpretation! I am a bit afraid...Lo- what a great interpretation! I am a bit afraid, though, to take it on for myself as so very often the reason I have not gone to class or prepared is that I have little children- often babies on my hip- and so I have always thought the dream was about anxiety, about not being ready for something coming up in my real life. And if I am actually and really refusing to learn a life lesson, would that mean that I am using my children (have used them) to avoid doing so? <br />Well. Now that I think about it- could be.<br />Not that they DO interfere with my learning (no, they have been my best teachers) but that I use them as an excuse. <br />What do you think, Wise Lo?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-85485977528194795382011-04-30T10:39:32.503-07:002011-04-30T10:39:32.503-07:00This is a P.S to all my blessed commenters and rea...This is a P.S to all my blessed commenters and readers.....<br /><br />in my very long lifetime (this one) I have only had 3 or 4 pleasant dreams. The rest have all been struggles of one sort or another steeped in varying degrees of unease building to horror. (I have no idea what this signifies and I will probably regret revealing this fact)<br /><br />Actually, I have never been any good at interpreting my dreams.....my psychiatrist mostly gave up on using that path in trying to help me cure my insanity.Lohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08398370059689865989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-38922707034359355782011-04-30T07:54:42.746-07:002011-04-30T07:54:42.746-07:00Love your interpretation of this dream that recurs...Love your interpretation of this dream that recurs for so many people, me included.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-9185743297439570732011-04-30T07:34:12.024-07:002011-04-30T07:34:12.024-07:00Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one having...Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one having that stupid dream. I've found myself in college unprepared, lost on an unfamiliar campus, so far behind on assingments that failure is the only option more times than I can remember. All my dreams seem to tend toward guilt or fear, and I really hate the ones where I am running through mud trying to save one of my children from an alligator or an alien. I would love to have a dream that made me laugh or feel competent for a change, or have a dream that meant something. Sometimes I think my brain saves all my worries up and remixes them into dream stew at night. It's a mystery, isn't it? I'm trying my best to accept and let go. Thanks for posting this.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-13261351104904170732011-04-30T02:26:46.244-07:002011-04-30T02:26:46.244-07:00Your posts always stop me dead in my tracks, you a...Your posts always stop me dead in my tracks, you are so spot on with the universe.<br />My dreams are not wise. They are like technicolour travel programmes and it doesn't seem to matter what the century is. Sometimes I get bits of them into a drawing and then I can recall the dream really vividly.Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265757842252897204.post-82010205896100133602011-04-29T21:44:17.569-07:002011-04-29T21:44:17.569-07:00I have the same dream. I always wondered about it ...I have the same dream. I always wondered about it because I never had anxiety during school, or about tests. So it must be some other test I'm not studying for. <br /><br />Recently my anxiety dreams have been about trying to get to an airport gate in time to see my sister, and running through the airport and never making it. I think this one is clear. My sister is dead and so it's external circumstances keeping me from seeing her and helping her. <br /><br />Then there's the one where I'm in a pickup truck in reverse in the dark on a hill and I can't stomp on the brake enough to get it to slow down and I don't know what I'm going to hit. Uh, hello, death?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.com