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DECEMBER 2, 2009 3:40PM

Naptime Dream

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Lord Frederic Leighton English Classicist Painter and Sculptor, about 1830-1896 

 

 

I decided to take a peaceful little nap on my sofa yesterday when all hell broke loose. In my dream, I was actually on my sofa and my mother, who’s been dead now for over a year, was sitting in a chair across from me. I do not remember what we were talking about when I felt a prick of a pin on my right side. I felt down by my bra strap and there was a safety pin that had opened up and was sticking in me. OUCH! Blood!!! I pulled it out and it became a very sharp, black BIC pen. I remember being worried about blood poisoning? I was bleeding and bleeding. It wouldn’t stop. I’ve never seen so much blood and I certainly don’t ever remember ever dreaming about blood before in my life.



I ran to the bathroom and saw there was a pool of blood on the floor from where I had been bleeding before from my mouth or face. I grabbed a wet washcloth to press against the wound. I was wearing a green shirt and there were blood splatters all over it. The back of the shirt was tie-dyed in bright blues and yellows, reds and white. I kept dabbing the wound with the cloth until it finally stopped bleeding. I looked down and the wound was black and dark red and located right above my armpit. My mother was with me all this time. I do not remember what she was talking about.

 





Then, as I sat back down on my sofa, I heard men singing. At least 100 barbershop singers walked into my living room and I had to move furniture around to make room for them.



My walls were painted pale pink and it reflected on my furniture making it look pink, especially one chair. Then, the room turned into a ballroom or convention room and there was a horse drawn wagon with barbershop singers sitting on top. I remember thinking of Bob, my ex-husband, because he sang barbershop. My mom was still there and I don’t know if we were talking or if I was thinking… Bob was really nice and it’s too bad it didn’t work out, but he has a hole where his heart should be. A void right in the middle of his chest. End of dream.

 

When I awoke I had to look around to see if I had painted my walls pink. I expected to see barbershop singers, but of course, there were none. Five years after my twenty-five year marriage ended, I am still analyzing and trying to figure out what went wrong, even in my dreams. Five years have passed and I still do not date. Was this a release dream? The loss of blood and a healing wound?



Was it a poison pen or a sign that I need to write more?

 

I am visiting my daughter for the holidays and who is coming on the exact day my plane lands in LA? Yes, him! How does this happen? I made my reservations six months ago and he makes plans without even consulting our daughter. It was a surprise to her, also. And so, sharing two children, our paths cross. Through blood we are forever linked, and slowly my wound heals.

 

 
 
This song won't stop playing in my head.....
 
 

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Mmmmmm.....it does sound like a releasing and healing dream....best to you...xox
Definitely a "letting go dream" But I think you should ask your mother. ~R~
I think mom's have a way of pointing us in the right direction even in death. Once a mother... Maybe she used your heart to talk to you.
i don't have a clue what the dream means, but i sure like the way you wrote about it. and the images are excellent.

did i ever tell you how good your pic/avatar looks? if not, it does.
Wow, don't know if this is a sign, or that there was a pin sticking you while you slept. But, dating could be in your future. Bummer about old 'Hole where a heart should be' arriving at the same time! Rated
Robin, the healing can't come soon enough!

Chuck, good idea... I'll be doing that tonight! As I did last night! LOL

Lunchlady, yes, I think you are right. My mother was never one for being subtle!

femmeforte, thank you!!

Ralph, yes, it is a bummer, but for some reason I am being put to the test. With both our kids there at the same time I'm going to make the best of it.
We may have enjoyed reading about your dream more than you enjoyed experiencing it. Your ex's hole in the chest thing is telling. Is it because he felt empty or had no heart for you/the marriage. Thanks for the peek!
Smithery, my ex just seems to be void of feelings. Even our children realize it. When our son's best friend from high school and grade school died three weeks ago of a drug overdose, I asked him to call our son. I went to the visitation with my son and watched and his friend's mother grabbed him around the neck and they stood crying for about 5 minutes. His answer, "What can I possibly say to him? I'm glad you stopped hanging out with him?"

I ask my son, "Have you talked to your father lately?" His answer, "I never talk to my father, you know that." He lives his life without attachments. Sad for our children. I escaped it, but now it affects the people I love most in the world.
Dreams are a route to healing. Sometimes they are prophetic, sometimes just our psyche trying to unburden the mind of baggage, sometimes it is someone in the beyond giving us comfort, and, as Freud said, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar..."
Maybe you ex-had an unrecognized premonition, beacsue he is still being haunted also.

PS: The above painting I believe is by Lord Frederic Leighton English Classicist Painter and Sculptor, about 1830-1896. We Artists, even the dead ones, are very particular about credits. Thought I would let you know so you would not have him haunting your next dream.
Professor, thank you..... frankly, I just stole/borrowed all the pics off of google images.

You think my ex is still being haunted? I can only hope! LOL
"science" says that in such dreams mom or dad are usually there to help. Yet, dreams are better than no dreams.
Enjoyed this read much.
Rated.
Planets collide! Husbands out of left field!

Perhaps Mom was there to comfort you through your healing. So many losses in a short period of time. Through trials and tribulations, nomatter how old we are, we long for our Moms.
Fascinating and a bit scary.
Thoth, I definitely believe my mother was there to help, even if just hold my hand! Nudge me, perhaps?

nofrills, I will always miss my mom.... strange how "dead" is forever, yet I see her in my dreams.

patricia k, it was scary!!!!!
MAWB
No, I meant that Fredeick Lord Leighton might haunt you if you do not credit him for use of his paintings.
Dreams can sometimes provide us the answers we seek, but sometimes, they just provide more questions.

Hope all goes well for you, and rated.
Wow . . . there are some dreams that aren't exactly nightmares, but it's a real pleasure to wake up from them!
You are moving through the grieving process. What vivid dreams and in color too. Not everyone dreams in color.
That is very sad, MAWB. It's one thing if married adults can't work through their problems, but a father unable to connect with his son is much more tragic.

Your son, however, is very lucky to have you as his mother.
Hang on in there, baby....
The good thing is, you were able to stop the bleeding.....somehow, even if it did not happen in a direct, linear way.
The Dream Interpretation dictionary says:
"To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments. If you see the word "blood" written in your dream, then it may refer to some situation in your life that is permanent and cannot be changed. If something else is written in blood, then it represents the energy you have put into a project. You have invested so much effort into something that you are not willing to give it up.

To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood, signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Your past actions has come back to haunt you. "

Very interesting. I do believe you Mom visits you.
Interesting. I think more meaning from this dream will come to you! Best to you!