Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Conversations with Tyler - Part Two

...continued from yesterday.  To read the first part of this conversation click here.

Me:  Tyler, you know if you have a bad dream, this dream catcher will catch it and keep it there so you won't have anymore bad dreams, right?

Tyler:  Oh, yeah I forgot about that.  Maybe the batteries are dead.

Me:  No, maybe we need to take it outside and shake the bad dreams out of it.

Tyler:  I ain't goin' outside.  I'm scared of the dark...and the lions!

Me:  Well, maybe tomorrow we'll take your dream catcher down and take it outside and shake the bad dreams out of it.

Tyler:  We'd better do Shelby's too 'cause I know if mine is full hers is too and we'll change the batteries in them and maybe the smoke detectors too.

so says Crazy Working Mom at 8:56 AM 9 comments, add yours here

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Thursday, February 26, 2009

My Worst Fear Confirmed!

I feel the terror screaming inside. My palms are sweaty. I feel my heart pounding. I can't control it and I don't know why. I have to be in control. I need to be in control. Why is this happening to me?! What have I done to cause this? I am beginning to panic. "Calm down" I tell myself. I cannot let them see me out of control like this. I cannot allow them to fear what I fear. It is just not right. When is it going to end? Is it almost time....

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"

I slap the snooze button on my alarm clock and stare at the ceiling drenched in sweat. I had the dream again, I exclaimed. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to shake off the fear that was clinging to my body just like the sweat. I made my way to the coffee pot, and began the brew. I filled two sippie cups with milk and one bottle with formula. As the coffee brewed, I made my way to a warm bath and began contemplating this recurring dream. I have dreamed it for as long as I can remember, possibly since the first day I drove.

The bath helped to clear my head and I shook off the fear as I made my way to the coffee pot. The rest of the morning was a hurried rush just as it is every day, a bit of orderly chaos I like to call it. I rounded up the kiddos and we headed to the truck. They were safely buckled in their seats and I began to back out of the drive way.

As I pressed my breaks, they went to the floor. THIS was not a dream. I was awake. My children were with me, I had no breaks in my truck. My worst nightmare was coming true, right here and right now! I shook my head, and began to push the gas again thinking I was just imagining my worst fear coming true. Right before my eyes, I realized that it was not my imagination. Something was terribly wrong. I tried to keep my fear under wraps as I grabbed my cell phone and began to dial my husband's phone. He answered and I calmly told him that something was wrong with my truck. I had to press my breaks all the way to the floor to get it to stop. Even then there was a little bit of hesitation and was not completely stopping it.

He was only five minutes away. I drove to him and left my truck at his office while I took the kids to school in his truck. When I got back, he drove my truck to the shop where the mechanic informed us that he would fix the breaks. On the way back to the office, my husband said to me,
"You weren't kidding when you said you didn't have any breaks were you?!"
Ummm...no, I don't think that is something I would kid about!!!
$892 later, I have breaks and a bunch of other new stuff I couldn't tell you anything about. But, something had caused all of my break fluid to leak out so that is why I had no breaks. My worst fear came true yesterday. I stared fear in the face. I hope to never do it again!

so says Crazy Working Mom at 10:04 PM 11 comments, add yours here

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Tuesday, January 06, 2009

King Sized Nightmares

My six year old daughter was standing at my bed side. She was whimpering that she'd had a bad dream. I sleepily raised my head from the pillow and glanced at the clock. The number three was all I could make out. The rest was irrelevant because I had just been up a little over an hour earlier feeding her baby sister. Two hours before that, somehow Tyler had made his way into our bedroom. When this happened I do not know. He has learned to sneak up on his father's side of the bed and worm his way into the middle without waking me because I carry him back to his bed when this happens. Yes, we have a King sized bed. But, you put one child into this equation and it equals mom on the edge of one side, dad on the edge of another and child turned sideways in the middle. Sometimes I am lucky enough to get the "head" end, but most of the time I get the mule kicking "leg" end.

I kicked the covers down and threw my legs over the edge of the bed careful not to move the bassinet that contained the previously fed four month old sister mentioned above. Shelby wanted to chatter about her dream. I just put my finger over my mouth and motioned her back toward her room. I walked her to her bedroom. As I tucked her in she told me that she had a bad dream. I told her that it was okay and I would tuck her in and she could go back to sleep. She said that she wanted to sleep with me and I informed her that she was a big girl and she needed to sleep in her own bed. I kissed her forehead and made my way back into my bedroom.

I contemplated taking Tyler back to his bed at this time, but I realized that if I did he'd probably start screaming and I'd have two children awake with no doubt that Emily would follow suit. I laid back down after turning Tyler straight in the bed. It wasn't long after when Shelby came back into my bedroom and said that she could not sleep in her bed because she was scared. Her dream catcher was not doing it's job. She threw her bad dream to it and it fell back down on her!

For those of you unfamilliar with a dream catcher, it is traditionally a Native American made craft designed to hang above a child's bed to catch nightmares. Shelby informed me that tonight when we get home that we have to clean it out. We must take it from her ceiling and shake it off outside so that the bad dreams that it has collected will be gone. It is too full to collect any more nightmares. Well, that's that...I will be spending my evening cleaning cob webs from the corners and bad dreams out of dream catchers. How about you? What will you be doing this evening?! Hopefully tonight will mean more sleep, even if it means dreaming of something such as work or even Ferrari parts.

so says Crazy Working Mom at 1:56 PM 14 comments, add yours here

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Dream Interpretation

My good friend, Akelamalu from Everything & Nothing sent me a page from her dream interpretation book about teeth. As I mentioned before I have dreams of my teeth falling out quite frequently. I can't recall, however what events proceeded these dreams. It seems as though dreams of teeth falling out can be signs of trouble ahead. The fact that I dreamed of my teeth falling out and it included my mother has me a bit perplexed. I thought I'd post this interpretation here and let my readers decide what they think. If you need to go back and read the dream, click here (or just scroll down a bit).

  • If you dream of a doctor pulling your teeth, you will have desperate illness if not fatal, it will be lingering.
  • If you dream of losing your teeth you will have burdens that will crush your pride and demolish your affairs.
  • To examine your teeth warns to be careful of your affairs, as your enemies are lurking near you.
  • Seeing all teeth fall out usually means death or famine will prevail.
  • To dream of tartar or deposit falling off teeth is a sign of temporary indisposition, in which will pass, leaving you wiser in regard to conduct, and you will find enjoyment in the discharge of duty.
So, now you know the dream, AND you've read the interpretation what do YOU think. Give it to me straight. I can handle it. I realize that whatever is going to happen is a fate that we cannot change. I think I might need to call my mom and chit chat...

so says Crazy Working Mom at 6:30 AM 5 comments, add yours here

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Monday, October 29, 2007

Dreams

I had the strangest dream last night. My mother was in need of two teeth. *LOL* Oh, wait it gets even more strange. I went to a doctor and they were going to do work on my teeth for me to remove two teeth so that I could donate them to my mother. I went through the surgery and I remember my mouth being really swollen and I could feel two teeth on the bottom back behind where my other teeth were. The dentist had extended my teeth out farther and somehow made my teeth appear wider. He was going to pull the other teeth when the swelling went down at a time when both of us could be there to transplant from one mouth to the other! Isn't this the craziest thing you've ever heard? I remember the nurse telling me to lie down with a warm pack on my stomach because the procedure that they'd performed on my generally causes some strain on the kidneys. Later on as they were getting my discharge papers together, my teeth started falling out of my mouth. I just remember them feeling loose and I put my hand up to my mouth and they started falling out. I ran to the nurse and she informed me that they'd done an extended procedure while they had me under that would whiten my teeth. She pointed to a machine that looked like it was used for plasma cutting. This was the shell that they'd put on my teeth and it was falling off. Sure enough I went to look at my teeth in the mirror and they were pearly white. Does anyone do dream analyzing? What could this possibly mean? It was odd. I woke up and felt of my mouth to make sure my teeth were all in tact and that I had all of my teeth. Whew! Thank goodness I did. Mom, you don't need any spare teeth do you?! Have you been having a toothache?

so says Crazy Working Mom at 9:37 PM 5 comments, add yours here

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