In My Dreams

I don't usually remember my dreams. I usually have a vague idea that I've had a dream, and some residual emotions- but I am rarely able to recall the details. At times, bits and pieces of the dream come back to me during the day.

This week, however, I have been having vivid dreams that I recall immediately when I wake up. I don't know if it has anything to do with being at my parents' house or if it is connected to all the "transitions" I'm currently facing. As you can see, the subjects and events have been a hodge podge:

*The first dream I recalled this week was one where I was condo shopping in New York City. I was looking at three different condos in the same building- though they were extremely different. I can recall what the apartments looked like in detail. The nicest one was an "end" unit that had mulitiple levels and an elevator that went directly into the apartment. I remember being curious about security- there was nothing but a doorman to stop someone from taking the elevator directly to my living room. Anyway, I asked the realtor about how much it cost and she laughed at me! So she showed me two other units. One was pretty decent, but there were two girls living there while we were viewing it. I loved the view so I decided I wanted it.

Now, although I've been going to Manhattan pretty regularly, I have no intention of moving there. Though I have had thoughts of moving in general.

*The most entertaining dream was the sex dream I had about Carlos from Desperate Housewives. I won't go into details about this one...but it was very romantic. The ironic part about this dream, is that I am not attracted to Carlos in the least. He is about the opposite of what I consider my "type". Though after that dream, I might have a change of heart...

*The most disturbing dream was about a psycho killer. I was at a women's retreat (I went to one early in the year), and one of the women turned out to be a psycho and was attempting to kill the rest of us. Using some sort of dagger. The rest of the women were sort of passive about it and were basically letting the psycho terrorize us. When she turned her attention to me, I was able to tackle and restrain her, with some difficulty. I appealed to the rest of the women to help me, and they didn't. The best I was able to do by myself was somehow convince the psycho to leave. She agreed to do so (?!) but made sure to tell us she was just going to go to another retreat with other women. When she left I was so furious with everyone. I shouted "I can't believe you bailed out on me! Now she's going to go kill someone else!" It was an awful, helpless feeling.

*The sweetest dream was the one I had this morning just before waking. It was about my most recent ex. He and I were about 12 or 13 years old and we were at some sort of summer camp. We were best friends in the dream and we were having a blast! There was a floating dock in the middle of a lake and we were racing each other to swim to the dock. He was a very fast swimmer and reached the dock way before I did. I remember telling him "You're a better swimmer, but I'm a better diver." (competitive much? :) Anyway, we were sitting on the dock watching a bunch of other kids swimming toward us. He told me he wanted to kiss me because I was so pretty. I let him. I swear the dream was so vivid I could feel that kiss! When I woke up, my heart felt warm and full.

I'm sure I could find all kinds of symbols and meanings in these dreams. To be honest, I'm just surprised I remembered them.