A Dream in a Dream: Shimmering Butterfly Glasses


A month ago, I introduced you to Sylvia van Bruggen , the muse behind the successful Playful Creativity website.   Sylvia’s mission is to guide you to bring out the playful side in all of us, by using art, creativity and Ego Busting sessions to enlighten us.   She also has her own Tarot Deck and creates poems which delights the soul.  Sylvia wrote a special story for me entitled The Bright Pink Backpack.  A gift I will always remember.

In her last dream, The Colorful Scarf, Sylvia is coming to terms with the joy of creating her life and the ego which tries to sabotage it.  She states:

I keep getting these ego messages that my quest is just stupid and I need to start behaving myself, time to get that out of my life!

You will experience the BREAKTHROUGH Sylvia had with this last dream!  I love progression!

Sylvia had a dream within a dream.  A first for me.  I have never experienced this type a dream so I went to my Facebook page to and asked the question.  To my amazement, many replied they have experienced this type of dream, so I got to work and did a bit of research.

A dream within a dream, according to the very successful website Dream Moods  is a:

..safer and more acceptable way to express material from your unconscious. The dream within a dream protects you, the dreamer from waking up. Such dreams often reflect a hidden but crucial issue which you need to acknowledge and confront.

The Dream

I didn’t sleep much last night, so this morning I lay down for a nap. I had a dream in a dream! It is mostly hazy, as all of my dreams lately are, they just drift away. I know however that when I need to remember something, I do.

Anyway, back to the dream of this morning. I was in Prague, solving a mystery. I do not know what the mystery was, but it was very mysterious, and I was damn good. Then there was a gunshot, I was hit in my left shoulder.

Then I woke up. I was very groggy. I pushed out of bed, and walked to Marco’s cabinet to get my clothes (should have realized I was dreaming then!), when I heard a sound in the house.

I walked down the stairs and saw nothing. Then I saw my cat Scotty, he died almost two years ago. I told myself: “I must be dreaming” and fell asleep again.

I woke up sitting in an airplane, a real Casablanca moment, very old rattly airplane. I was sad because of where I was leaving but very excited about my destination. I was rich. Wore a fur stole and had a beautiful hat, wore butterfly glasses that shimmered.

The Interpretation

Your dream reminded me a little of a Tarot reading… for some reason.. Like Past/Present/Future.. but the more I read it.. the more it seems that way however, you decide if this resonates with you.

In Prague (A place you’ve once visited with mom 25 years ago) solving a Mystery a damned good one to boot!  Makes much sense that if 25 years ago you were discovering a whole new city for the first time, this seems to be a reflection of “solving” the mystery of your life.. this whole new life you are experiencing.  This darn good one!! The search inside yourself was and still is a “passionate” one.. this is what I feel.. However somewhere along the line of discovering life.. you were shot down!! In the left .. left usually means unconscious repressed emotions.. I am wondering if 25 years ago.. you were stuck with something that you needed to de-clutter.  (the past)  Being shot down seems looks like your depression  (did you feel victimized at one point and confronted with something?), shattering all this passion and mystery…  thus you woke up in another dream…

..being pushed out of bed!  I hear “Wake Up!! Get up!!  Get up and into your life”
So you did! You rushed.. got dressed.. like we do in life..  however, there is fear .. Walking down the stairs seems to represent going to face “repressed emotions” this whole dream within a dream, as I stated from DreamMoods is a reflection of these repressed emotions.  You face your cat that almost died 2 years ago.. In our discussions you state:   “I was completely stuck then, the physical pain completely overwhelmed me..”

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.–Maya Angelou

It seems these dreams are a reminder of where you came from.. You are reliving your life through these dreams.. Do you still have any doubts to where you are headed?  Or.. do you think these dreams came to push you further into your passionate life?  You hold the key to this question.

In The end..

You are living the life of your dreams..  The plane, represents a whole new destination and adventure awaiting you.. The plane is old and rattly, yet you do not seem to mind.. You do not seem so afraid anymore.. You are just going with the flow..  but more like.. you are experiencing this now..   Also.. the richness you are seeing, the grandeur, the wealth, the “fancy Elton John Glasses”  all seems to tell you that you are destined for this wealth and richness in your life..

You are sad, because the little girl is saying goodbye to the rocks in the Bright Pink Backpack (no wonder you wrote that story for me.. it’s for you too!!!)  The butterfly glasses are the transformation in your perception! You see things in a whole new way.. Not like 25 years ago.. not like 2 years ago.. you see YOU!!

Sylvia’s Reply

“wow Kim!!! I nodded so often during reading this. Yes, the search is indeed filled with passion and joy, this life is so awesome!!! 25 years ago I was stuck in a life that wasn’t me. I worked in a field I loved to work in (IT) but disliked the pressure and the way the clients treated me.

I really feel the dreams push me to become this awesome woman. Push me past the last shimmer of fear lingering inside me. And then the image of wealth and riches is very powerful to me. I am still working through a lesson I learned as a child related to money. It is so tome to release this and be this fabulous ME!!!!”

Where Worlds Collide – By Monica Wilcox


This week we are talking about Visitation Dreams.  On January 19th I posted a poll asking you to vote if you had any of the following dreams:  Visitation, guides, angels etc.. 35% of you answered you’ve were visited by a deceased loved one.  According to Ryan Hurd, in his article, Visitation dreams: When the Veil between Worlds is Thinthere are common traits in visitation dreams.  I will list these at the bottom of the post for you to read.

Today I feel honored Monica Wilcox shares her experience with us.  She describes in her absolute best writing and style the visit she received after the passing of her mother:

Don’t tell me worlds aren’t clashing every day. Realities are always slamming into one another. Just look at what happens when I close me eyes and slip back to:

My Childhood Home 

Only it’s empty: no furniture, no art work, no organized piles of crap waiting to be dealt with. Just squares of sunlight stretched in long diagonals across the taupe carpet. That’s mighty peculiar since I haven’t been home, in like, forever. Didn’t we sell this house once upon a time?

My mom, with my father behind her, are the only things filling up the empty. She’s all smiles, looking refreshed and younger than I ever knew her. So heaven is the universal spa. Just look what 4 years has done for my mother.

We embrace and I feel her; the way her body used to fit into mine, her unconditional love for me, her individual energy. I’m suddenly all emotional and mystified, “Why are you here? You died,” I stammer.

“I never died, Monica. That’s a mistake,” she assures me.

Can you see it now; how one swirling world collides into another?  One truth crumbling away at another truth as huge chunks of reality become obliterated by the friction. There is the reality where I scattered my mother’s aches across a Wyoming mountainside the day before I plunged into a deep pit of grief.

And Then There is This Reality 

“I never died. I never died. And now I’ve come back.”

I’m so thrilled by this heavenly act of contrition that I start babbling and crying all over her.  My heart shatters into a thousand bits of gratitude. God made a mistake? I was right all along, she wasn’t supposed to die.

“Where have you been?” I ask. I can’t understand where she has been all this time; like a Columbian vacation gone bad. Does she know what it’s done to my father? My father! He must be overjoyed to have her back now. He’s been so lost without her. Now they can go back to the way it was and continue on.

But while she was lounging at the Pearly Gates Spa, everything here, at the house has changed.

“Oh no Mom! We got rid of all your clothes and your jewelry…we’ll have to ask everyone to give everything back. Here…,” I tug her wedding ring off my finger and offer it back to her, “here’s your ring back.” How could we have given away her whole life like that; within weeks of her death? As if there was no chance she would want it back? There is a long list of personal things I’ll never find, like her blue ceramic cookie jar she made in her first ceramics class in the ‘70’s. Does Goodwill have long term storage? I’m inexplicably mortified to have done this to her.

She curls my fingers over the ring, “It’s not mine anymore. I have a new life now. I’m no longer married.” She’s practically glowing, like a woman in the deep depths of a bottomless peace and… knowing.

Good gravy! She’s returned from the dead to divorce my father and build a new single life. Next thing she’ll tell me is she’s bought a cute condo in the big city and a sexy black Beamer. My mother has gone into a full-blown re-life crisis.

Yes, worlds are colliding.  And I’m stuck between them. My mother IS here before me, as fully as she ever was, AND yet…she is not.

“I still have your brass bed and we can get back your antique hutch but your bedroom set and your couches and some of your photos…we just couldn’t keep nineteen albums worth of pictures.”

She puts her hands on my shoulders. She’s got that look of sympathy in her eyes. The last time she looked at me that way I was fifteen and heartbroken with a bad crush. It means there are things she understands that I do not. I hate that look.

“Honey, I’ve moved on to another place.”

“Do you think we can get the school to hire you back? I’m sure they can find a teaching position for you.”

She hugs me again, whispering in my ear, “If you only knew how EASY all of it really is. If only I’d have known I wouldn’t have been so darned stressed out and worried scared.”

That’s easy for her to say. She died and then God realized He’d made a mistake and brought her back and now she’s a retired divorcee moving to some beach in tax free Costa Rica.

I awake, curl up and cry. Why did my subconscious do that to me? Why couldn’t my mind grasp that my mom was communicating to me from another place. I have a thousand questions I wanted to ask but all I could think about was hunting down her damn embroidered pillowcases. It’s like my conscious mind could not get itself around the possibility of another reality.

No. Don’t tell me world’s aren’t colliding. They are colliding every night.

Monica Wilcox is a regular contributor for Care2.comOwningPink.com, and FemCentral.com. Her work has been featured on McSweeney’s.net and in Parent:Wise magazine. When she’s not editing her first novel, she’s blogging about women’s issues, living green and everything woo-woo. She’s been advised to publish a dream journal. Until then you can find more of her nightly drama at Femmetales.com.

Common Traits of Visitation Dreams

Taken from the article by Ryan Hurd, on Oct. 29, 2009

Meanwhile, ordinary people around the world continue to have visitation dreams that greatly affect them.   Some say the dreams actually change their lives forever. According to Kevin Kovelant, a consciousness studies professor at JFK University, visitation dreams often have these features:

  • The dream feels more real than the usual dream: more clarity, focus, and steadiness of mind.
  • A “felt sense” that the person is really them, not just  a memory. “That was grandma – I know it was her.”
  • Very little plot: usually the dream narrative consists of the interaction between the dream ego and the figure of the deceased person.
  • Strong emotions are commonly reported: love, forgiveness, anger, fear.
  • A “physical” touch between the spirit and the dreamer, usually a hug or a reaching out.
  • The deceased dream figure often looks younger and healthier than when they passed on.
  • Sometimes accompanied by the feeling of “weight” or “presence” on the dreamer’s bed.

Dreamworker Robert Moss breaks down visitation dreams into 13 themes. Here’s my favorites from Moss’s interesting book The Dreamer’s Book of the Dead.

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So tell me.  Have you experienced a visitation dream?  Let me know in the comment section below. Also, do you have thoughts on what happened here between Monica and her mom?

Kinky, roadhouse kicks and tiny red socks?


In this article Wear Your Oxygen Mask First, the blogger describes why it is important to give yourself oxygen first if ever there is an emergency on an airplane.  This dream I interpreted in September reminded me of my struggles of putting myself first order to be a healthier mom for my children.    The mom in this dream is an amazing mom! She really cares for her family’s well-being, however, sometimes like many of us moms, especially new moms, we (out of pure love for are children) are too tired at night for anything.. Including sex!!!

The names in this dream are changed  Maria is the dreamer, hubby is the boyfriend and Tod (for Toddler child).

The Dream

The dream opened with me in the backseat of a long car (like a Cutlass), the seat belts in back were brown with black seat belts. I bent down to grab my bra from the back seat floor (I was clothed) when I noticed a black bra affixed by the clasps to the seat belt beside me. I pulled it off and I noticed it was a size C and the words “Kieran” were on the label. The bra was from American Apparel. Hubby was in the front passenger seat sleeping. I thought nothing of the bra and went to put mine on. As the minutes passed, it started bugging me so i searched around in the seats (behind and under them) for more clues. I found a key chain (a digital photo viewer one) with a hotel key attached. I looked at the pics to find they were of him and a girl (who looked like a hooker) on a bed in a hotel room. I scanned through the pics and saw MANY pictures of many ppl in various stages of sex and even some (omg lol acrobatic type sex positions) I woke him up and showed him the pics at which he laughed and smiled and was embarrassed and speechless. I yelled. “Oh snap!” and I ran out of the car into a locker room nearby. He followed me and every time he opened his mouth i punched or roundhouse kicked him in the face. He was surprised by my flexibility and athletic ability. (So was I) LOL! Anyways, I beat him 😦 repeatedly and then I hog tied with Tod’s red socks (?????) and stuffed him in a locker. I told that if he wanted kinky, I could tie him up and then set his clothes on fire. (EEP! Crazy lady alert!) I proceeded to go home to burn all of his clothes. I found out via the news that several  members of a specific group were involved in this weird sex convention thing and were taking work time to do it. Everyone besides Hubby had been found and charged (Hubby was still in the locker) I was heartbroken and sad because I had physically lost control. Then I woke up.

Background Info (this often help me shed even more light on a dream)


I was *extremely* hung over yesterday. I am feeling more human today. Two: A band t-shirt I had bought at the concert was from American Apparel (which is probably the link there). As for the other stuff. Hubby is quite honestly the most sincere and genuine person I have ever met. When I was first with him, I worried intensely he would cheat on me bcuz he was just “too perfect”. I have since dropped that bcuz I know he wouldn’t have it in him to do such a thing. I have accepted that I *deserve* him. At any rate, by the end of our day, I am often too exhausted to “do the deed” 🙂 I know this frustrates him sometimes and he wishes that part of our life was like how it was before we had Tod. When it happens, it’s never disappointing (ever), it’s just that we have no time to make it a priority like we used to. Sigh.

I knew he was the one for me. However, the permanence and legalities of marriage has never appealed to me bcuz I had a failed engagement once before. Needless to say, I have always said to him that I never cared if we got married or not (he was always the one who seemed more gung ho from it at the beginning of our relationship) Until we had Tod. About 6 months ago, I started becoming more open to the idea. I haven’t really shared that with him, until my drunken confessions, which had him blindsided. Yadda, yadda…he said he never gave it much thought, which upset me…drunken crying…you can fill in the rest. Next morning I am slightly mortified lol and he’s feeling guilty bcuz he never realized how much it bothered me. I told him to never ask me because I would say no and that’s where we left it. He knows I’m kidding but I really didn’t want to have to deal with the fallout of my drunken alter ego’s antics when i was already dealing with the hangover from Hell. haha. He told me that in his Province, it is very common to not be formally married and just be common-law. 

The Interpretation

It seems to me that since you (Ego) are in the backseat something (like maybe intimacy and fun) are taking the “backseat” in your life. The parked car tells me that maybe you need to “stop” and enjoy life (and do the things that you love including time with hubby). The seatbelts symbolize the need for security, so do the bras… Being a mother is important to you and you work hard at being such a great mom, however, this dream is telling me there may be a bit of resentment going on (which is normal cause all moms I know feel this now and then when time for fun and intimacy start to take “the back seat”)

Hubby (your Id) is taking a passive role.. Sleeping quietly.. While you are starting to feel the urge to uncover a mystery behind. Since your “drunken convo” in life explains, I feel some insecurity there. You want a marriage? You want a commitment? Or Do you really feel that you have this commitment with Hubby? (those are the questions I would ask myself) What steps can you take (being flexible) to have this time?

In the dream you are suspicious, insecure and looking for clues of an affair. You finally find the clues.. The KEY to your darkest desires (the love fest). You face that part of yourself “Hubby” and you feel embarrassed (like you felt embarrassed after you woke up that morning). Really Maria your (id) is the one with the hidden desires for intimacy now. However, I think you are stuffing these emotions somewhere (beating up on yourself and stuffing yourself in a locker is not a good thing).

Tod’s red socks = Anger, resentment.. That maybe (NOT Tod HIMSELF) however, that having this child has (like you explained) kinda cut off some of the “good intimacy” you had with the real Hubby, and yourself (time to have “me” “woman” time). When in fact, when you do build some time to really be with “Hubby” in life, and “yourself” in life you surprise yourself on how flexible you are!

What Maria has to say 1 month later:

Hey I thought of something. It sort of just popped into my head. The lockers in my dream…they represent the gym. See, my sex life is so much better (and my drive is) when I exercise regularly. That was also put on the back burner! Hence sex life also suffered as a result. Of that. No longer an issue btw 😉 !

Me:  Maria!  Going to the Gym is taking care of yourself, and giving you the “libido” you much-needed in your relationship.  I am very proud that this is no longer an issue for you!  You go girl!! xxoo  Keep on giving yourself that oxygen first! 

Blessings,