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I dreamt I had a baby... a very ugly, green baby that everyone kept telling me was cute. WTF?

Lack of Originality? 01_23_07

After analyzing my dream with various tools and sites, I have come to the conclusion that my dreams are telling me I need to speak up, be myself and not let my ideas and goals be swept under the carpet. Lately, I have been very frustrated. I feel I do not speak about what is on my mind nearly enough. I typically just bury everything deep down inside. Now, I know this is really bad for me. And because of this issue, my dreams have been catching my attention these last few weeks.

Last nights dreams was a bit unsettling. I started out at work. I was in a performance hall setting up for the kids to rehearse and eventually perform. I was standing in this cave (I suppose the entrance) and there was this incredible earthquake. Maybe I am being "shook up?"
I did survive by crawling out and eventually found a few friends and family.

Then I discovered I was on a bus.
I was sitting in a seat with a laptop, typing a paper that was due for a class. Apparently I was back in school. This took place at my old high school. I discover that I lost my laptop. I thought I put it in the overhead bin, but it looked like everyone elses. Hmm, lack of originality?

Eventually I just thought I should go eat breakfast and I woke up hungry, ready to eat breakfast. And still, I have yet to eat breakfast. With that being said, the conclusion I have come to is that I need to assert myself and stop "going with the flow."

Breakfast time....

"What dreams may come"

"What Dreams May Come"

That is the question. Actually, "to be or not to be," is truly the question. However, it is not until one combines these two phrases in which they both become a truth. In Shakespear's Hamlet, the soliloquy most often quoted...

"To be or not to be, that is the question—

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep—

No more; And by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep

—To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life,

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action."

With that being said, I will take you on a journey through my head. A dreamland of my most intimate thoughts. Most often, thoughts that even I, the dreamer cannot piece together. And through these dreams, you will witness a life unfolding. "What dreams may come..."