I had the strangest dream last night.

And to be honest, I’m not one who often remembers her dreams. I know many people believe dreams are symbols for what the subconscious is thinking, so if we interpret them correctly, dreams can sort of tell us what’s going on inside our noggins.Personally, I’m not entirely sure I want to know what’s happening inside this scatterbrain of mine. But I figure it might be interesting to take a deeper look. Some descriptions for interpreting dreams are straight forward and others seem sort of like palm reading. How does one know they’re correctly interpreting what they’re seeing? Is there a manual? And if so, who writes the manual? And do all dream-interpreters, or even palm readers for that matter, agree with that manual? You see, I’m always full of questions. My parents used to say when I was a kid my favorite word was why?  I used to drive them nutty. I couldn’t help it. There’s just so much to learn and so little knowledge I possess. Anyway, back to dreams….let’s say I dreamt that I dropped my ice cream cone. That could be interpreted to mean I have abandonment issues, for instance. Say What? Isn’t it more likely I’m just a klutz? Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that’s what the dream actually means. But, like palm reading (which I’ve never tried) you might get a different reading from different interpreters. So who’s to know who’s right, if anyone?

I find this quite fascinating. I’m a pretty open-minded person and like to give things a try. Why not? We don’t have all the answers to the mysteries in life, so why not explore all avenues? For instance, in the past I’ve gone to a medium, an astrologer, a hypnotist and a past-life regressionist. I’m sure about now you’re writing me off as “one of those California kooks.” And maybe I am.

Anyway, if you’re wondering, the medium kind of sucked. She wasn’t like Teresa Caputo, the Long Island Medium who is actually the real thing. I dare you to watch her show and think otherwise. Don’t be skeptical now…give her a try. Oh, and have lots of  Kleenex nearby. But my particular so-called medium missed on pretty much every count but one. Not great odds, if you ask me.  I suspect she didn’t have many repeat customers.

The astrologer was more spot-on. But to tell you the truth, I had a hard time concentrating on what he said because we were closed up in a hot, stuffy room and he, to lack a better word, stunk. It was all I could do not to open the window, stick my head out and inhale precious gulps of fresh air. I visited the regressionist over 30 years ago. That experience was interesting. Who knows whether there’s a smidgeon of truth mixed in there, since there’s no way to prove I’ve had a past life. But I tell ya, some of the stuff I experienced in that workshop explains a lot about my life today. I’ll just leave it at that before you call the guys in white coats and have me hauled off.True to form, I’ve digressed from my opening statement that I had the strangest dream last night. So here it is: I was riding my bike with a group of people when suddenly my handlebars fell off. Just dropped to the ground like that. Now what? I looked around and found more handlebars on the ground. How lucky for me. But turns out none of them fit. And at that, I woke up.So what do you think that dream was telling me? Could it be I’m feeling stuck? Nah…How about I don’t need guidance because I know where I’m going? Who knows? Maybe our minds simply take a vacation when we’re sleeping and have a little fun with us:

Let’s mess with her tonight and have her dream her handlebars fell off. Then she’ll blog about it and drive herself nuts trying to figure out what it means. 

Mission accomplished.