Christmas Baby

Hello,

I am 20 years old in college. The other night I had a dream that I was pregnant but was trying to hide the pregnancy. It was during Christmas time and I remember that I went into labor downstairs in my family's basement. I winded up having a boy named Nicholas. In the dream though, I don't remember having a pregnant stomach though.

In my life, I am a college student who has developed feelings and began a friendship with someone who I truly feel is the right person for me. Thanks so much!

Denise

Highway and Hotel

Last night I had a dream that me and my roommate were driving on a pretty abandoned highway. It was really snowing hard so we pulled over because we couldn't see anything. Then this man driving an old rusty car drove by and had a gun pointed at us. My roommate did not see it but I told her he had a gun. Then we turned the car around (she was driving) and as we were about to start driving the other way the man drove by us again with the gun. She saw it this time too. Then we drove away and got to a hotel like place but I think we lived there. We entered this room where there were a few children with their parents. It was a playroom. One child was being loud and obnoxious. My roommate and I got into the elevator and as we were getting in she told that child to be good and stop being bad. Then we up in the elevator and I woke up. It was just such a vivid dream it was weird. I was so terrified of the gun but once we got to the hotel I had seemed to forget it happened. Well that's it I think!

Sev

Good morning, Sev.

I'm not sure whether you had one dream or two. The complete separation of emotions suggest the latter, but the fact that your roommate was a constant presence says it was only one. Perhaps this will become clear to you as we proceed.

You describe the highway as "lonely." A lonely road is fairly straightforward - you feel as if you are alone in your journey through life. In this case, you have a constant companion. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that your roommate represents herself, although that is not always the case - she could be a part of your own personality that your roommate reminds you of.

It's snowing hard, which of course is going to limit driving visibility. So not only are you travelling a road that no one else does (so you can't follow anyone else), but you also cannot see what the future will bring.

The man with a gun is a threat, something that frightens you. He doesn't have anyone's face in particular, so you are not clear on the details of the threat. You see him first while your roommate does not, so it's not even an overly obvious threat until you point it out to her. You go back - retrace your steps, relive a part of your lives - to prove that the threat is real. Both times, however, he does not do you any actual harm - he doesn't shoot. So perhaps you are overreacting to a situation in your life which you see as dangerous?

Your roommate is the one driving. This is the main reason that I think she represents herself rather than a fragment of yourself, because when someone else drives your dream car and you are a passenger, this usually means that you do not feel as if you are in control of the relationship - the driver is. Before she turns the car around, you have to convince her of the problem. You are able to do this, but she is definitely the one making the decisions.

Most buildings represent the dreamer's innermost self, because buildings are "where we live." In this case, it's like a hotel, which is usually a temporary home. This may indicate a temporary nature to the relationship (again, with your roommate.) The one child who is being "bad," however, is definitely a rebellious part of yourself. You may feel as if you are reacting inappropriately (maybe as with the gunman?) and are trying to tell yourself to behave and play nice - to stop causing trouble.

Your roommate enter an elevator and go up. This could be a comment on the nature of the relationship (the place you live with her). The upper part of the building is closer to the head (intellect or soul), the middle the heart (emotions) and the lower is the body (instinct or physical). As you are going up, you are letting your higher self rule the relationship, while ignoring the unruly child - an instinct which protests for some reason. I don't get a sense of whether this is the right thing to do, only that this is what you feel you are doing.

I can't comment further without knowing more about what's going on in your waking life, but you may be able to make some connections from all this.

Pleasant dreams,

Peregrin

Parents Making Out

Dear Peregrin,

I had a dream that was very odd. My parents were having sex at different parts of the house. First their bed, then outside, then my bedroom floor. My brother and I were in my room when they were on my floor. I felt appalled and humiliated. Absolutely embarrassed as all hell. In the dream I was trying to avoid it and forget about it.

My whole life my parents have hated each other and wanted nothing to do with one another so such a dream is so shocking to me. Please give me your thoughts =]

Jesser

Best Dictionary

What is the best dream analysis book or dictionary?

thank you

Mike

Killing a Spider

Dear Peregrin,

I have recurring dreams about spiders roughly two times a week for as far back as I can remember. A common theme in all of the dreams is the change of the spider within each dream - from small to large and from hairy to not hairy. I'm almost always trying to kill the spider and it changes in appearance before I eventually am able to kill it. There's never a web involved in the dream, but there is usually a spider rapidly moving towards me while attached to a line.

I recently had a dream that stood out from the others. I was sitting in a bath tub, relaxing in warm water (no bubbles.) I open my eyes and see a spider (about the size of a quarter, with no hair, on the faucet.) I try to kill it with the wash cloth, but it moves. It then comes back as a large spider, the size of my hand, and is very hairy, yet spiny. It rapidly moves towards me on the line and I hit it away with my shampoo bottle. It keeps trying to attack me until I finally trap it between the shampoo bottle and the drain of the tub. I then slam the bottle down and it breaks into pieces which I can clearly see starting to move apart in the tub. This was by far the oddest spider dream I've had - any thoughts on what it could mean?

Thanks!

Krista

Coughing Up Blood

Dear Peregrin,

What does it mean when you dream about Coughing up blood, but it's more like vomiting because it came out in large amounts? Not only that, it was contagious in my dream. Please help me figure out what all this is about

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Paige

Hiding Sugar

Dear Peregrin,

Hi, my husband and I are not having good relationship, and I am wondering what my dream as the following tells me:

My husband is hiding 12 5-pound packages of white sugar under our bed. They are 3 packages in a roll, so totally 4 rolls. Some of them are torn, and others look old.

Monica

Sleepwalking

Dear Peregrin,

Hi my name is Alfred and I'm twenty years old. Between ages of 10-14 I had the same nightmare every three months or something like that.

This is what the dream looks like:

It starts with me walking on a pavement along a fence in some kind of a ghetto (no other people around). At the side of the pavement it grows some tall grass, and I always pick the tallest strand of grass and when I pick it a cannonball launches towards earth from outer space (I don't know if that's a feeling or if I can see it in the dream).

Next up in the dream is me swimming in a swimming pool that shrinks and gets smaller and smaller. Claustrophobia sets in and I wake up sweating and start walking in my sleep.

My parents say that I always tell them the same thing when I'm walking in my sleep and that is that everything is in disorder or something like that. Then I can't walk over "thresholds" and my bed has to be completely free from wrinkles. Then I go back to sleep and everything is as usual.

I can remember the dream a bit blurry but since the dream kept coming back every three month or so I remember more and more each time... please help me figure this out, and help me understand the meaning of the dream.

Best regards,

Alfred

Anxiety Dreams

Dear Peregrin,

Can you please translate my dream for me? It has occurred many times and changes a little each time but this is the most vivid one that I have had to date and its really cutting in on my sleep time.

My mom called me up stairs and she told me to wait in her room and instead of crawling into bed I slid in the bed pushing all the blankets and pillows against the wall and propped my self against them. After a few minutes I felt wrestling underneath me and it was my baby kitten. He was sliced open from throat to navel. I ran outside to show my mom what I thought I did and she said that the kitten was fine, and to put it down and let it be, so I did and the kitten just sat there and quivered. I turned and picked it up and gave it to my sister and told her to take it to the vet.

Then all of a sudden I am driving down the express way with my boyfriend in a black sports car I tell him to watch out because the cars are starting to stop. Right before we get to a viaduct there is a nuclear apocalyptic explosion, which sets off a chain reaction of smaller explosions. People are starting to drive in reverse to get away from the explosion and we do the same as every one else when all of a sudden we are cut off by a black work van and are caused to spin out of control and we land in a grassy ravine. After we check that we are ok I look at the time and it is 11:30am. I start to look around and see that there are no people in their vehicles. I look at the sky and the sky is blood red and the sun is blood red and falling out of the sky.

We walk for a bit and it is already the darkest night that I could ever recall in my life the road turns from black top and pavement to a gravel road. We continue walking and we see an old plantation mansion, which stands 8 mansions wide by 4 mansions deep and 5 mansions high. This mansion is very pre-civil war very lived in and very dark and eroded. There is an eroded white picket fence that is missing some slats. The gate is off the hinges my boyfriend and I walk in to the house and right away we make a right in to the first room.

The room is extremely dimly lit and there are no windows in this particular room the walls are done in deep dark blood red and it looks kind of like an artist's room. There is a desk and some other stuff... papers are strewn all about the floor and desk like some one was in a hurry. Barely visible to the eye there is a door that is on the other side of the room and we cannot see inside it or what is in it.

A girl staggers out of the doorway and exclaims that she is dying and begging me to help her. I ask her what is wrong and again she says that she is dying. I told her that I cannot give her my advice if I don't know what is wrong with her she exclaims with tears that she has strep throat, I chuckle a little and I told her that all she needed was some medicine and that should cure her. Once again she said that she is dying and that the doctors said that she was dying. She grabbed my shoulders shook me and said that she has strep throat and that she is dying. I told her that the only way that someone can die from strep is if they had the accompanying virus that eats flesh. She started to squeeze my shoulders harder than what I have felt before and opened her eyes they where like the color of the moon white/silver and her skin was pale and greyish white. She started to punch me in the face and it pissed me off because she broke my lip open and was bleeding. We started to pummel the stuffing out of each other and all I can hear is my boyfriend saying that it is not worth it and lets go (repeatedly)!

I finally broke away from her and pushed her down to the ground, and she gets back up with a steel silver kettle filled with gasoline and douses me with it and starts talking gibberish to me, asking if I am ready to die and that I should have died along time ago and that she was going to do what death couldn't. She's throwing matches that burn out too quickly to set me ablaze. I lunge at her and beating her senseless. I grab the kettle from her and smash it against her head and she starts bleeding she runs into the other room and is gone for a few minutes and in the time that she is out of the room I douse the room with the gasoline all over the desk and papers and what not... I go to pick up a few pieces of papers that are shaped in the shape of a heart and I try lighting them but they won't start. The girl comes running screaming with her eyes glowing and she has an axe in her hands.

My boyfriend grabs the papers leaving me to deal with the girl. She charges at me getting ready to chop me in to pieces and I take the remains of what ever is left inside the kettle and I throw it in her face and all over body. She swings the axe in attempt to bury the axe in my chest but break her swing and I grab the axe and I jab her with it and I hit her over the head and throw it into the wall across the room. She jumps up and screams that she is going to kill me. She runs to the other side of the room to grab the axe and my boyfriend hands me the papers that are lit on fire and when she comes to charge me again I throw the papers at her and she goes up in flames with the rest of the room.

We run out and my boyfriend says that he is going to go get some help from the bar across the street he goes in and I can hear him say that he already is taken. But he never comes back out. I go in and exclaim that the mansion is on fire and that a girl needs help in there. They turn and with the same color glowing eyes and the same color skin say that no one has lived there for a very long time and that it was probably a ghost.

I cannot find my boyfriend anywhere. I step back outside puzzled and I wonder why the house is not ablaze. I look around and there are hordes of people with the same color eyes and the same color skin walking towards me and I can hear them talking but I cannot make out if it is a human language or not. I get ready to defend my self and end up some kicking some ass before I get hit on the head and knocked out.

Michael

Tribal Beating

Dear Peregrin,

I'm in a tribe that is existing where my grandmother lives but there is no house just me and my tribe, (no other family members) I guy that looks really nice comes to my tribe and tries to join and then my tribe beats the living crap out of him, and then he leaves and crosses over the interstate bridge my grandmother lives by, I run to catch up with him and (he looks like hes never been touch by my tribe)then its like the world today, the guy is a hot guy that I like in my dream (I've never seen the guy before except he resembles a football player on my bus that I like) I go to where his house is and I go down his drive way with him, and I see his motor cycles and other stuff as in his cars,

Then we walk up to his house and we go in, I meet his little girl that is 6 years old, The the guy goes upstairs and take me and his daughter with him (he lived in a 3 story house) then he looks at me and smiles and says he has to go shower and I excuse him and then me and his little girl clean that party of the house where she has her toys out and then theres a chair that she sits in and before he goes to shower he tells me that the chair goes upstairs in the play room, and then I turn around and him and the chair is gone! Me and the little girls in her room playing and then I walk into the room we were in and hes fixing himself a bed on the table that was by the couch, then he shows me the bed rom that I will be sleeping in and I'm like "no I want you to sleep in here" then he looks at me and is like "well I dont want you sleeping in there on the table" and I looked into the other room and was like "no I want you to sleep with me!" and he did, while he was getting in the bed we started kissing......(then my mother comes into wake me up)

I have had this dream 3 or 4 times in the last month! Its really scarey but I wished it would really happen to me

Brittney

Love and Hate

Dear Peregrin,

The dream i have had is very weird. I dreamt that one of my friends who is a boy was in my kitchen eating chips from the local chip shop with one of his best mates, who i do not know as well. He was sat near a computer which i wanted to go on. I went over to the computer turned it on and went onto msn messenger to talk to my other friends online. Him and his friends then pushed me up against the wall with their chairs and started looking at me, the boy who is my friend then told me he loved me. This is when i woke up, but i later went back to sleep and had a dream about the total opposite..The same boy came into my kitchen grabbed a knife and pulled it up against my throat i was screaming for help but nobody came to save me they had all left. The dream ended with him still holding the knife upon my throat. There was about 10 minutes between these two dreams.

I find it very weird how i can dream about him loving me but the wanting to kill me. Please can you help me decide what is going on

Jessica

Dad What the Hell Are You Doing

I have a chain with a lock with my name on it in reality.

I dreamt that I lost this chain, and my dad came to my school and beat the hell out of me. He choked strangled and hit me and threw me against the wall for losing it. It was a long dream, but throughout the whole thing I was scared of my dad and trying to avoid and hide from him.

This dream really gets to me because it was so vivid and I was so terrified. Please help. =)

Jesser

Pins

I was at a house competing for a date with a R&B record producer like one of those reality shoes. But I was the only white girl there and the rest were African-American. (I do watch alot of reality TV). We were all around the swimming pool and they were calling the girls in one by one to meet the guy (I can't remember his name.) I went with someone, we walked up a latter to the top of the roof and inside, we walked through a room with a lot of music equipment. He said something like this is were Marvin Gaye did his recording.

We ended up in the hall way waiting area were corsage pins, regular sewing pins, and these other almost like mini swords were all sitting there. (I can't remember if they were just in baskets or how they were set out.) But I started to put them through my lips like you would put a boutonniere on one by one. There must have been twenty of them through my lips. I could hardly talk but said to one of the guys working the show I have to take the pins out before talking to the guy and he said he would take me to the closet door there was a full length mirror on the inside of the door.

I was pulling the pins out one by one. You could see just a little dot of blood from the smaller pins but the tiny swordlike ones had that white infected look Some girls where like "Oh my god what is that white girl doing?" I could physically feel myself taking them out one by one I felt half awake half sleeping. I woke up and had to look in bathroom mirror at my lips they felt very tingly, an uncomfortable felling. I could not fall back asleep. I had to try and think of something else in my head. It was very very strange.

I felt really freaked out after this dream. I feel like it must mean something

Megan