I have been paying attention to my dreams now for as long as I can remember. If I am going through something and I just can’t seem to figure out exactly what is going on and what the solution is, one of the first things I do is look at my dreams. I’m lucky, I have always had pretty good dream recall, and there is always a lot going on when I go to sleep at night, sometimes I wake up just exhausted.
If you are interested in understanding your dreams there is only one book you need, The Dream Book, by Betty Bethards, is hands down the best most clear and helpful book on the subject and it really goes into detail about exactly what is going on when we sleep.
A few weeks ago when I had that “altercation” with my dad and basically told him to get out of my home, that night or maybe the next I dreamed I had a mustache. Not a dark peach fuzz girl mustache, a full on thick coarse man mustache. I was figuring out how it got there and trying to shave it off. I looked up mustache in the dream book and mustache means power to clearly communicate. Well I was really clear with my dad for the first time ever, and I have to say I have never dreamed of a mustache before.
There are six basic kinds of dreams, according to Betty Bethards, she calls these dreams, clearing house/clutter, teaching, problem solving, precognitive, prophetic or visionary, and outside interference. It can sometimes seem that we have just as much going on while we slumber as we do when we are awake and going about our day.
I started my spiritual path in my early 20’s and I became really fascinated in dreams, reading about them, and analyzing their meaning. This was also around the time I fell hard for a wonderful boy who lived a million miles away. When we were together in LA I would ask him every morning when he woke up what he dreamed the night before. He thought it was a little silly but he would indulge me, and we would discuss our dreams over coffee. When he was back in NY he would call me every morning and wake me up, he wanted to be the first voice I heard when I woke up, so sweet. Anyway, on one particular morning he called me right as my alarm was chiming, he was so excited as he reported to me, ” I dreamed about you last night, you were here, in bed with me.” I was hardly awake but stunned nonetheless, I had dreamed of him too. As he described his dream to me, it was the same dream I had. I didn’t tell him, it was unbelievable.
Fast forward a few weeks, I’m on a red eye to NY for a visit. Upon arrival, we had a quick breakfast then back to his apartment. I hadn’t slept on the plane and needed a nap. When I walked into his room I almost lost it. His room was exactly as I had seen it in my dream: the bed, the bedding, the view out the window. Everything. I kept this to myself, I didn’t know exactly what that was, I still don’t, but I know I will never forget it. xo-K
My two cents: Dreams are just one of many tools/gifts we have to help us navigate through life.
I am so glad K decided to write about this! I love dreams. I love sleeping, I adore the whole fluffy pillows, cozy bed, nocturnal journey through shadows adventure.
Back before I started studying dreams, astrology, and other esoteric topics, I had two very vivid pre-cognitive dreams. The first one was not long after I moved to Northern California. I dreamed of watching a volcano erupt, and very soon after that, Mt. St. Helens blew her top up in Washington state. A couple of years later, I dreamed of waking up in a Victorian mansion, startled by an earthquake, and vividly remember the chandelier in the room swaying from side to side. Fast forward a couple of months, and I was visiting with a beau in his apartment that was part of a Victorian mansion that had been subdivided into flats. We were dozing in his room in the afternoon, and suddenly the earth started shaking, and the chandelier in his room started to sway. That was the Coalinga earthquake, a pretty big one. I knew immediately that my premonition had not been “just a dream.”
I’ve always felt that dreams spoke a language that I wanted to understand and so when I found Betty Bethard’s dream book, it was like finding the key I had been searching for. Betty was an amazingly gifted woman, who after a near-death experience, came to realize that there is no “death” as we think of it, and she was gifted with a second sight. K and I saw her in person a couple of times, and she was amazing. She had a gravely voice, like Sylvia Brown, and a heart as big as the moon. Betty is gone now, but her book is still in print; it’s that good.
We’ve all heard the basic explanation: “everyone in your dream is you.” But sometimes, there is more to the story. K just told me about an amazing dream she just had, involving vividly seeing a string of the number 4. Then, there was another number, and if you know about numerology, you’re supposed to reduced all numbers down to a single number (22= 4, 33= 6, etc). Well so after the string of 4s, there was a larger, seemingly unrelated, number. As she was telling me about her dream, I quickly reduced the number down, and guess what? It was 4. Some experts say that the number 4 means teaching/learning — and we sure are doing a lot of that, these days!
One thing for sure: dreams are never, and I mean NEVER, random my dear. So pay attention! Love, C
My two cents: What if your “dreams” are real, and “reality” is just the dream?