I've been having the strangest dreams lately. I wake up feeling anxious, disoriented and ill-at-ease.
Although I've been chalking them up to weird pre-bedtime meals and the fact that I watch bad reality TV as I tumble into sleep, I've still sought an explanation. What is going on in my mind that my subconscious is trying to reveal to me? I deduced that it has to do with the very obvious troubles in my life...
I wove an intricate web between the dreams' events and my life. I sorted out that, when decoded, I'm really only dreaming about my house being sold; the feeling that I'm being forced from the home I love; the pressure I'm getting from almost all sides to move to Florida, even though I have zero desire to move there; my constant need to please people and the fact that no matter how hard you try, someone will be left discontented; no matter how hard you try, there will always be something - even something that can be easily hidden - that slips through the cracks; the raise in my insurance rates; my fear of change; the anxiety of finding, starting and learning a new job.
I related my dreams to my mother, desperate for her corroboration. I, for some reason, wanted affirmation that my dreams were only mildly distorted images of my day to day issues. To her and my grandmother -and their culture - dreams always mean something. I needed her to shed some Serbian/gypsy light on the subject.
"So," I said to my mom after I'd detailed my very vivid dreams, "what does it mean when your teeth are rotting out of your head?" I prepared myself for her analysis; eager for it, in fact.
She laughed. "Oh honey," she said sympathetically, "that means you're sexually frustrated."
Oh. Well. Okay, then.