So a couple of days ago I woke up with an odd feeling. I had dreamed that a house my family and I were living in, in the past, was about to be engulfed in flames.
I always have dreams, strange dreams, and I remember every single one so vividly. Before I confirmed that I was pregnant, with both my boys, I had dreams about them. With Wyatt, we were shopping in a store and he was playing in a clothes rack, I looked down at him and said “Give Mama a kiss sweet boy.”. And with Westin I had a dream I was in the apartment my husband and I had together when we first started dating, I walked up to the thermostat to change it and when I looked down, yet again, I felt a kick and saw my fully pregnant belly.
I’m sorda psychic.. but I digress.
Back to the burning house. In this dream I was walking around with a baby on my hip, actually running, yelling at the top of my lungs that a speaker and a chandelier were on fire. Eventually, I found my husband and he, ever so calmly, told me the he’d call the fire department. To which I replied, “Why do we need to call for help, why can’t you put out the fire?” and “I guess I should find some sweat pants to put on then since people are coming over to our house.”.
Really, Shirri? Your freaking house is on fire and this is how you’re going to act?
I then proceeded to run up and down stairs, with a baby still on my hip, I can’t even remember if it was mine or not. I scoured the house for my pants, anxious and confused. I clearly remember worrying about my appearance too, rationally worrying about how I would look to others in this time of need.
It was during my search for pants when I finally woke up. Confused as hell and trying to map it all together. It was one of those dreams where you wake up feeling as if it actually happened the day before. I immediately told my husband about my bizarre dream and, like always, we looked up the meaning.
Seeing fire in a dream has so many different meanings. For example, fire can represent anger, a bad temper, passion, or transformation.
Seeing something burning, however, is what really opened my eyes to why this dream came about. Burning indicates that you are experiencing intense emotions. There is some situation or issue that you can no longer avoid or ignore. Alternatively it suggests that you need to take time off for yourself and relax, on grounds that you are “burned out” or “burned up”.
So theres that.
A huge slap in the face, pulling my eyelids open just enough to see that I need a break. Life has been crazy hectic lately and I haven’t been feeling myself.
Actually hectic is an understatement, as much as I wish I could pour my heart and feelings out, I just can’t. I would probably have so many people pissed at me, and that’s just no fun!
Case in point.. Its so easy to get caught up in being a mother, so easy for me that I always forget who Shirri is, and what she needs. To be honest I don’t even really remember anymore.
I find myself wishing I was a bit more selfish when it comes to my happiness, as bad as that may sound. For others its so simple to walk out that door and be okay, but for me its a process.
I love being around my children 24/7, even when they push me to my limits.
Yet, this dream was formed in my subconscious, my strange little subconscious. That little voice in my head is on my side and I need to trust it.
Chime in- Do you ever look up meanings being dreams? Or am I just a hippie?