I have never been a fan of the tv show "Lost." Not that I think it was a bad show or anything. Upon the advice of my sister Ramey, a big fan, I watched it one time. It was already in its second season, I think, and I couldn't tell what the heck was going on. So I never watched again. But that's not what this post is about.
You'll all be thrilled to know (she says with her tongue firmly planted within her cheek) that you're going to be treated to a recounting of another of my weird dreams. This one was the reason that I had a very unrestful night last night.
I dreamed that I was back in my days of working for Progressive Farmer magazine as a farm writer/editor. Instead of being based in Birmingham, where we actually were, our division of the company had been moved to another city. We had all returned to the Birmingham home office for a conference.
The home office building was now a humongous complex with restaurants, golf course, swimming pool, and a huge hotel. Of course we were all housed in the hotel. We were all shown to our rooms, spent the night, then woke up the next morning to begin our conference. The next morning, I left my room to attend our first meeting but quickly realized that I had not changed out of my pajamas. So I tried to get back to my room to get dressed.
The rest of my dream (and it felt like most of the night) was spent trying to get back to my room. I traversed dozens of narrow corridors, I rode elevators to various floors where I couldn't find my room; but I did find many, many, many people--hundreds of people. I had a key in my pocket with the number "5" on it, so I thought that was my floor, so that's the first floor I visited. That floor was filled with African American people who had come for a tour of the Southern Living Test Kitchen. My room was not there. While trying again to find my floor, I met one of the editors on his way to the meeting. I told him my problem and showed him my key with the number 5. He informed me that 5 was my room number, and that we were all on the 16th floor. I went outside and looked up at the building; it didn't have 16 floors, but only four.
All during the night, I was directed to different elevators in various areas of the complex. I think everyone whom I ever knew at the company appeared in my dream at one time or another to try to help me find my way back to my room--as well as friends from other areas of my life and total strangers.
I walked and walked and walked and was exhausted. Totally exhausted; I felt like each step was going to be the last I could take. Once, I had even walked completely to another area of town and had to walk back. At one time I was in an elevator that was swinging back and forth and I was frightened. At another point, I found myself in a taxi cab, driving through residential areas around the Southern Progress complex. And all the time, all through the dream, I was uncomfortably aware that I was in my pajamas while everyone else (all those hundreds of people) had on their daytime clothes.
I never did find my room, never got out of my pajamas or made it to the meeting. I was worried the entire time that my boss would be very upset that I had missed our first meeting of the conference. I think I was still dreaming when Skipper crawled out from under his covers and started doing his wake-up shake, waking me and Sophie up as well. Strangely enough, my legs are sore this morning and my feet hurt, like I've been walking and walking and walking and...
But now, I'm going to get out of my pajamas and get ready for church, before I end up there still dressed inappropriately. Have a great Sunday, everyone.
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On 05/22/2011, Carol said ...
I've had dreams like that before...dressed inappropriately and walking, walking, walking and never do find where I'm supposed to be...must mean something...Hmmm
On 05/22/2011, Jennifer Hester said ...
phew, I am worn out just reading about all that walking!
Girl you must have worn a hole in the carpets with all that running around....lol.
The crazy thing about dreams is "they" say that dreams last only a few minutes, yet some of them like yours feel like you dream them all night!
On 05/22/2011, Mary said ...
I enjoyed reading your "dream story". Yes, I too, feel very tired after reading it. Dreams are so fascinating. I think it might be fun to have them interpreted - - - but then, maybe not. If I see a lady dressed in pajamas when I go to church this morning, I will think of you. Happy dreams to you.
On 05/22/2011, Ruth said ...
After readng your dream I'm tired too Susan!
Maybe your sorting of some of Vann's work related things triggered something in your subconscious .
Happy Sunday
Ruth
On 05/22/2011, molly said ...
Oh Susan, this is a big dream!!! Go to dreammoods.com and search for Meeting, Late, Hotel, Pajamas, Key, Resort, Cab, and Corridor. Don't leave any of these out and add more from details you remember. I am a FIRM believer in dreams telling us things. They are a gift from God. Dreams help us sort through our lives by sorting through the various images and feelings that come up in them.
On 05/22/2011, Barbara Anne said ...
Okay, no more video games before bedtime! This sounds like some of the games I played long ago on 8 bit Nintendo and that our sons have played since.
How wonderful that each of the people you met was trying to help you to the best of his or her ability. Apparently, no one mocked you for being in your pjs either so that's a plus.
It is true that time perception can be really skewed in dreams so it's possible you slept restfully for hours before this dream sent you walking and walking and walking.
I'd go with how you're feeling and perhaps a nap would be in order!
Hugs!
On 05/22/2011, Marydon said ...
That's a new one ... good thing you woke up, chuckle!
Have a beautiful day ~
TTFN ~
Marydon
On 05/22/2011, Brenda Kula said ...
I have dreams where I'm looking and looking for someone, or trying to get somewhere, but can't find them or the place I'm headed to. Much anxiety (imagine what one's blood pressure is during these type dreams!) and then you awake exhausted. And frequently I don't have on appropriate clothing either! Did you hear that they canceled Criminal Suspects for next season? CBS had too many hits and so it got cut. Drat!
Brenda
On 05/22/2011, Kai said ...
I have to jump on that 'dreams are an embedded message' wagon! I really BELIEVE that! Sadly, I almost NEVER dream because I don't SLEEP long enough at time. I wish I COULD! I'd be fascinated to know what your dream was trying to tell you!
On 05/22/2011, Pink-a-Palooza said ...
Geez Susan, u must be tired after that dream!
I love the "Flutterbug" quilt. I know u have probably said before, but where did u get the pattern?
take care,
Gael
On 05/22/2011, Tammie said ...
Sounds just like an experience I had at the Opryland hotel. It's so big with numerous wings that even several employees I encountered in the hallways couldn't direct me to my room. Finally, I called my husband and had him meet me at the golf shop downstairs.
On 05/22/2011, Donna said ...
Susan,
I am just tired from thinking about all the walking you did in your dream! LOL I rarely remember my dreams.
Rest tonight!
Hugs,
Donna
On 05/23/2011, Beverly said ...
I have experienced recurrent dreams during different periods of life, and I have seen the dream tie to actual life in almost every occasion.
I dreamed about my grandmother for over twenty years, and when she died the dream flashed before my eyes in reality.
These experiences make me believe that some of our dreams are telling or preparing us for life events.
You must have looked cute in your jammies.♥
On 05/23/2011, Rose said ...
this dream is WORTHY of interpretation....should be interesting.
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