Dreams about Floods: Finding Meaning in your inner Tsunami

Like Noah dreaming of a Great Flood, you find the same visual haunting your sleep. You dream of water or you dream of a big wave coming and after the rush, the flood.



It could mean these things:

You have been suppressing a great deal of emotions and like a flood, its gonna break through in a mad rush, uncontrollable and overwhelming. This is a sign, these dreams of a flood, that you should prepare yourself for an upcoming intense and emotional event.

There is a great change coming. And you know it. This flood is going to change your life in a big way, but you feel conflicted whether this is something positive or negative. Since you have knowledge of this flood coming your way, it is natural to feel you must protect yourself, to be self-serving. You may also warn others around you of the impending event.

Good Sleep and the Myth of Pillows

Here's a thought that deserves a good pillow fight:

Invest in a good pillow, one that supports your head or neck well. Well, comfort in bed, body alignment and posture should be the highest priority.

If you have the dough, I would advocate that you get that expensive memory pillow, Yes, the one that cost an arm and a leg. Consider it an investment for your health, after all we spend a third of our existence, an average of 25-30 years asleep in bed, an activity our body succumbs to daily. Imagine your face spending an average of 6-8 hours on that fluffly or filthy thing you haven't bothered to wash for eons.

If we care enough to own expensive leather shoes for our feet, designer clothes, jewelries so why not an appropriate pillow? An orthopedic and contour pillow can do more than provide comfort, it can lessen those aches and pains we feel upon waking up. It can help us relax and easily fall into sleep, establishing a bed-time routine.

The softest goosedown with memory foam can possibly be more than just a pillow, it can define a good night's sleep and a better mental state at work, meaning not coming home with all those mood swings may be well worth it.

Thoughts on Sleep and Early Risers

"For a long time I used to go to bed early."
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way

Early to bed, early to rise. That's something grandma would say, but now I would consider it an old saying for Office zombies, those who work themselves to death. Hopefully after their inevitable burn out, they would rise from the grave and finally have a night life, well something close to a social life either way.

For a long time I used to go to bed early, I would say that would be fifteen years ago in grade school where you had to wake up to catch the school bus. Now as an adult on my own sleep terms, that has been something elusive, I never get to sleep at all, I stay up all night hoping and waiting for sleep. If I do lie in bed, my mind races with the day's demons. It takes time for me to really feel asleep. Too many little distractions from the modern world- TV shows, movies, the internet, sex, drugs, my nth cup of caffeine. Modernity is too hard core for an ancient human ritual such as sleep.

I bet times were simple back then for Proust, perhaps all he had to do is turn the gaslight off.

The boy who flew away

I am in a tundra like somewhere in Mongolia. A tribe is having a wedding and I am the bride. My husband is a sword-wielding Chinese warrior clad in iron. The wedding is interrupted by a beast looming over. I hear a child's giggle. Overhead this beast, this dragon-like figure delivers the child to me as a gift. There is uproar from the tribesmen. They don't want me to accept the strange child. They believe the child is cursed. But I decide to take care of him against my warrior husband's wishes.


I give the child daily baths. He has shiny green skin, but adorable and cute. The Chinese warrior I am betrothed to thinks the child is bad luck. Yet, I keep on taking care of the boy.

The child learns to call back the beast that brought him to the land. It starts to fly around the village. It is not yet time, so the beast leaves again.

The child unearths riches from the soil. He laughs. He is proud of what he has dug up with his hands. Liquid gold oozes from the soil and rises to form a froth then a bubble.The villagers begin to accept him. They want the child to keep digging.

I take the boy up the mountain where steam oozes out when the rocks are unturned. He looks at me happy. We sit down and watch the tundra below. I know the beast will come for him and with a heavy heart I know, I don't want him to leave. He's not that small anymore like the time when he arrived.

I see him fly away on the beast's back, sitting proudly.

A Topiary Dream

I am in a maze and my online friend is there, a known blogger. The maze is like a virtual walk-through where you can visit bloggers in their privately and lavishly decorated rooms. You can touch the XML, its like moving furniture around. The dream had a tactile experience to it.

There seems to be a struggle, a sense of unrest in the maze, as the rooms are moved around according to the click-rates or visits they have. I find an empty room, bloggers come over wanting this space from me. They walk around the garden maze with parasols. My online friend tells me not to give in.

I wake up.

Teenage Dirtbag at 16

I am a teenager. I am 16. The dream was long, but I only remember this part. A teenage guy with blond hair likes me. He tells me so, and wants a date with me. He tells me this in front of his girlfriend who is also 16. She begins to cry and scream at him, but not me. She leaves furious. But he only has his eyes on me. I smile back, I am my sixteen year old self.

I wake up.

This dream was particularly sweet to me. I look and feel sixteen and not a care in the world. But growing up, this was very far from my reality as I grew up in an all-girls school and the sight of boys were very rare. But I would have gone school girl gaga if a boy had asked me out back then.