Wow, That's Very Interesting

I don’t know what’s up, but my dreams are getting funkier and more fucked up all the time. Last night I dreamed I was bowling. Nothing wrong with that, I do bowl; I even have my own bowling ball. I’ll explain further, however I can only tell you what I completely remember; some of it is completely lost to me. I don’t recall the friends that were bowling with me, only that I had some there. In the lane next to us was a group of women bowlers – they were either Indian or Asian, and I’m leaning more toward Asian just because it sounds more right.

So it’s my turn to bowl. I get up on the lane with my ball, only it’s not the ball I have in real life. Doesn’t matter, though, does it? I don’t think so. I through the ball, almost in slow motion it seems. The ball rolls down the alley and hits the head pin, which falls. Then the six pin falls, then the four pin, and so on, with all the pins falling randomly, and in different directions, yet none of them ever touches another pin or gets moved by another pin. I end up with a strike out of all of the really odd pin movement. I get excited, as anyone would. I’m cheering and so are my friends – who I still can’t remember. The Asian women in the next lane are cackling in whatever language they speak trying to figure out why we’re all so excited. I explain that I got a strike and demonstrate, with my hands, how all the pins fell down on that one shot. They’re all very happy for me.

Cut to the next scene I remember. Again, it’s my turn to bowl. I throw the ball as I usually would, with just enough curve to have it turn slightly toward the right-side pocket. However, my ball almost comes to a complete stop and makes a sharp left turn toward the gutter. As I’m standing there worrying since I’d just thrown a strike on the last ball, my ball does not go into the gutter but continues to execute a full u-turn and return slowly back up the lane into my hands so I can re-throw it. Holy shit, what the fuck it up with that? It’s totally messed up is what it is.
I went on to dreammoods.com this afternoon to see if there was anything about bowling in the dictionary. There was but I don’t get it. Maybe one of you can explain. First it says, “To dream that you are bowling, represents the strikes, hits, and misses in your life. If you are bowling a bad game, then you may be expressing some regrets. If you are bowling strike after strike, then it suggests that you are on your way toward a successful future.” None of that was happening in the dream so I read further.

“To dream that you bowl a gutter ball, suggests that you are stuck in a rut and need to make some changes of where your life is headed. I didn’t bowl a gutter ball; my ball avoided the gutter and returned to me. Maybe it means I’m getting a second chance at something in my life, something I’m getting to do over, perhaps. I don’t know what that could be, though, since there aren’t opportunities knocking at my door right now. I’ll have to think about it. The last thing dreammoods.com said was even more messed up than the dream, though.

“Alternatively, bowling and bowling alleys may also be a metaphor for sexual conquest. Consider the sexual innuendos that are at play in the bowling alley. The pins and bowling balls can be viewed as masculine symbols. The pin deck is symbolic of the womb or vagina (as is with any dark receptacle like caves, bowls, containers, etc.). What sexual conquest do I have in my life? I’d like someone to tell me, and let me know if I’m enjoying it. I must not be having too much fun since, according to the definition above, the “ball” isn’t even reaching the “vagina.” Maybe the ball coming back to me is symbolic of me going solo. Any suggestions?

I’m just really weirded out by my dreams lately. The other night I had a dream that Ellen had a lion in her back yard. It was supposed to stay there and was “fenced in” the yard by a line of shrubs. The kids and I were feeding the lion when it began walking around the end of the shrubbery – gee, who’d of thunk it – to be closer to the kids and me. I kept telling the kids that the lion needed to stay behind the shrubs but it just slowly walked toward us – not angry, not menacingly, just walking like it wanted us to pet it. Dreammoods.com just says that lions mean “strength, courage, aggression and power.” It also says that lions mean I’ll overcome some of my “emotional difficulties.” Maybe that’s because I got my period today so my PMS will calm down a bit. Who knows?

Then I had a dream that my dad was helping me load my belongings into a truck to put in a garage since it was getting ready to rain badly. First of all, my dad died in 2003; second, he wasn’t really my dad, he was my step-dad but the only dad I ever knew. I totally consider him my dad but the dreammoods.com analyses confuse me. It says that, if I see my dad in my dream, it “symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant.” What? I couldn’t get any more self-reliant if I wanted to, but I’ll continue. Seeing a step-father also symbolized the authority and protection, but if I dream my dad is dead, I’m about to make a bad business deal. My dad is dead so what does that mean? Where do the authority and protection come into play and am I going to make a bad business deal or not?

Rain symbolizes a lot of stuff – cleansing, sadness, spiritual awareness coming into play, fortune and love, all depending on how the rain appears in the dream – but it wasn’t actually raining in the dream; I was just preparing for it. Maybe my dad helping me protect my belongings was him telling me everything is okay, or going to be okay; and the impending rain meant that things are getting ready to change for me, that I’ll be spiritually cleansed, and fortune and love will be a part of it my life. That would be nice, although I do think I’m reaching on this one. Hey, a girl’s gotta have a dream, right?

I’m interested in what my dreams will be tonight. As long as I’m not scared by them, I don’t mind. The bowling dream was actually pretty funny. Hey, maybe my dreams are like a puzzle that I have to put together. The rain and my dad mean that change is coming and protection, love, fortune will be a part of it; the lion tells me I’m strong enough to handle the coming change because my emotional difficulties will be resolved, and the bowling ball returning to me is symbolic of a man in my life (the “ball” in my hands). Wow, cool. Okay, so now I’m really reaching and grasping at straws. You can stop laughing any time now. Can you think of anything better? I’d like to hear it. Meantime, I’m just going to try to figure out where I’m going to meet this man that will be entering my life. I don’t go anywhere but the supermarket and the kids’ school so it’ll be a challenge. It could happen.

Until next time…peace to all.