I thought that I would look up the meaning for the symbols in my dream (The entry for that dream follows this one). I did not make up this stuff! I cut it right from a dream interpretation website. It was so fitting of my emotions before I went to bed the night that I had the dream of the choking child.

Children
To see children in your dream, signifies your own childlike qualities or a retreat back to a childlike state. It is an extension of your inner child during a time of innocence, purity, simplicity, and a carefree attitude. You may be longing for the chance to satisfy repressed desires and unfulfilled hopes.
To save a child, signifies your attempts to save a part of yourself from being destroyed.

Puppy
To see a puppy in your dream, symbolizes your playfulness and carefree nature. It also represents a blossoming friendship or that your friendships will grow stronger.

Slime
To see or feel slime in your dream, represents your inability to place your trust in somebody

Choking
To dream that you are choking on an object, suggests that you may find some advice/remarks/situation hard to swallow or difficult to accept. Alternatively, you may feel that you are unable to completely express yourself in a situation.

Another one of my crazy dreams...

I had a bunch of puppies and one of them died. He was limp and slimy looking. I was sad and laid him down. He suddenly came back to life and I was soo happy, but he got up and ran up to a little girl and Im not sure who she was, but he climbed up her and went down her mouth and down her throat and was choking her. She was turning blue and couldnt breathe. I started to do the heimlich maneuver on her and screamed noooo! Then I awoke. The little girl looked like me. I'm not sure if she was me or a daughter. She had very dark hair just like me.

First Kiss

Wanting but scared
unsure but drawn.
Tell him, "NO!"
"Yes!"
Why does he persist?
He must
see right through me.
He comes close.
Our lips meet.
I will
not resist.

A strange familiarity;
the scent of his breath
the taste of his mouth
extensions of my own.

His lips, unfamiliar.
His existence, I have known.
I have kissed this man a million times before.

Bondage

I feel a burning desire to write and try to free my mind of the burden of wildly racing thoughts and ideas because I am in bondage. I long to be free.

Sometimes I sit to write and try to channel my thoughts, but they race and become fragmented quickly. My thoughts are nuclear fission taking place in my brain.

Driving in my car profound thoughts are born. Once I hit the pen and paper the thoughts or ideas are gone from me forever...I must have A.D.D. haha.

The life?

Bein' single is the life
no man to call me his ol' lady.
Come and go as I please
no one to press
"Where's my supper!?"
Peace and quiet no angry yelling
just me and my thoughts
and the sound of
cars drivin' by
neighborhood dogs barkin'
kids playin'
the wind blowin'
the trees leaves clappin'
the grass blades whooshin'
grasshoppers hummin'


Damn.... I'm lonely.

Proud Moment

A friend recently said that my daughter acts just like me. She, in my eyes, is the epitomy of goodness and such a comment is more than a compliment. Today her goodness just about made my heart melt.

I drove the kids to school today just like every other day, but today unlike other days I was in no rush to go anywhere. So I sat in my car to go through some papers after my two little ones left to go onto the playground to await the morning bell. When I finally looked up before I decided to drive away, I saw my daughter and about 4-5 other girls standing over a sad looking girl sitting on the ground. I don't know if the girl fell or was pushed, but I could see my daughter's compassion for her all the way over there in my car. As the other girls stood over the fallen girl, my daughter leaned in to talk to her. I then saw her reach out and brush the dirt off of her legs as the other girls just walked away. I saw my daughter reach out a second time, this time offering her hand to assist the girl off of the ground. As you can probably imagine, my lip was quivering at about this time. My daughter did not end her help there. When the girl was up off the ground, my daughter picked up her backpack and assisted the her in putting it back on. She then walked and talked with the girl, forgoing her friends and the usual morning games.

I drove away feeling very proud, but with mixed feelings. I worried that some people would see the goodness in my daughter and hate her for it. I worried that they will try to hurt her as they have tried to do to me. At the same time, I know she is strong; I saw it when she chose to help instead of walking away as her friends did. I think she is gonna be ok.