Only in Dreams

So You Wanna Be A Rock 'n Roll Star

This dream was a random assortment of things that flowed from one thing to another.  At first, I’m going on a big trip overseas with my family – to Europe I think.  But it is a big ordeal trying to get everyone packed and to the airport on time.  Of course I have way too many bags that I’m trying to cart around.  Then it turns into me having to prepare and pack for a trial that is going to be out of town.  We have to get everything boxed up and shipped out.  I have to dig through all of these boxes that are in a storage room to find what I need, and I am really mad because no one is helping me.  There are people from other groups that are having to do the same thing, but they all have a lot of people helping them.  Then it turns into a concert that we are about to attend.  There is a band playing that in real life I had just heard on VH1 radio, and I realize that my friend from high school’s husband is the lead singer of the band.  This is really weird because he totally had an office job (I don’t know about in real life, but at least in my dream that’s what I thought), and then all of the sudden became a rock star.  Why can’t this be my life??  Instead I’m stuck with all the boxes.

The Birds

A few weeks ago I had a disturbing dream about birds.  I was holding two little white birds and lighting a candle near them.  The flames slightly touched the first one, and then it slowly started to melt away into nothing.  The other one was somehow my dog Oliver reincarnated as a bird.  He was fine at first because the flames didn't touch him, but then he started to melt away too until he turned into nothing!  This may not sound overly distressing (other than my dog being a bird and melting), but I woke up short of breath and with a horrible feeling about the dream.

This is what the dream dictionary has to say:

 

To dream of dead or dying birds foretells a period of coming disappointments. You will find yourself worrying over problems that are constantly on your mind.

 

Great.  That's just what I need.  Haven't I had enough disappointment?   And what type of disappointment is it supposed to be?  Who wants to live their life dreading some looming unknown disappointment?  

After reading the interpretation, I immediately decided that I didn’t like it and was not going to accept it.  The lawyer in me wanted to argue around it.  The birds weren't actually dead or dying - they melted away, which is obviously something completely different.  Maybe even something magical or supernatural.  I balked at this supposed interpretation and vowed to take things into my own hands and skip the disappointment.

But then the disappointment stated to come, in many different respects – in both big ways and small ways.  Maybe over time it won’t be lasting disappointment, either in that it wasn’t really anything significant in the grand scheme of things, or maybe what seemed disappointing at the time won’t actually turn out to be a bad thing.  Time will tell, I suppose.  But for now my dreams are freaking me out.  And I really hate birds.