Recurring School Dreams

Date of dream: Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I am not writing about one particular dream. I don't even remember for how many years I've had recurring dreams about being in school again, either high school or college. It is obvious that I still have things to learn about life, but I'm so tired of going back to school in my dreams, I wish I knew how to quit for good!

A common theme is that it's near the end of the high school year and I'm not prepared to take my final exams. Then I remind myself that it doesn't matter because I graduated from high school in 1971. I tell myself that I don't have to go to school any more, but I still feel guilty about staying home. In other dreams it may be the first day of school, or just a regular day. I know that I am much older than the other students, and it's my second time around. I figure I can skip any of the classes I don't want to take since the whole idea of going back to school is a voluntary thing, but I still feel guilty about that, too!

Frequently I am lost while trying to find my next class. I know I'm going to be late, but then remind myself that I don't have to go anyway since I already have a degree.

Sometimes I am leaving for school or returning from school at the house where I grew up. My parents are there, but sometimes my children are there, too. My parents are often young like they were when I was in school, and my children are young like they were when they were in elementary school. Sometimes one of my old high school friends will be in school with me.

Sometimes I realize that I went back to school because I didn't have a job anyway, and I don't know what else to do with my days. Sometimes I know that I have applied for a graduate degree program in English (I majored in English and have a masters in Women's Lit) but I haven't been accepted yet. I am wondering what I will do if I don't get in. My future is a big blank (just like my father told me it would be when I was really in college, studying English, with no professional plans).

As I write this, I realize that I still feel a tremendous amount of guilt because I have earned so little money in my life. My father put me through an expensive, private college, and my husband has born most of the financial burden for our family fo 30 years. Now he's wondering when he'll be able to retire, and I am still trying to manifest abundance by doing things that I love while he reminds me that most people work to earn a living, even if it means doing something they don't enjoy.

Mother Healed

Date of dream: Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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My mother had a stroke four-and-a-half years ago that left her half-paralyzed. She has been in a nursing home since then, confined to a wheelchair.

At first my dreams about my mother vacillated between realistic dreams about her situation and those where she was well and could walk again. Then I had dreams in which she was well enough to go home for awhile but had to return to the nursing home for care. When she was home she could walk, and when she was in the NH she was paralyzed. These dreams went on for the first three years.

Last winter I dreamed my mother had died and I worried about my father being alone.

Since then I have dreamt that my mom is completely well and living back at home full-time. Last night I dreamt that she was slim and pretty like she was 40 years ago. We were at our old house in Sayville. She was working around the house just like she used to. She sent me to the library to get her some books. I went to the library with my daughter, who was a little girl again, and my dad, to find some good books for all of us.

When I stepped outsided the front door of the house I knew I was dreaming because all of my dreams of my childhood home make me lucid. I looked at my hands the way you're supposed to when you have a lucid dream. My hands were twisted in a strange way. I remembered that I wanted to ask for a spiritual guide to come and offer advice, but nobody showed up. I went to the library with my dad and Vera. I spoke to the librarian at the desk, but I don't remember what she said and I forgot that I was dreaming.