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Recipe for Analyzing Dreams

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Recipe for Analyzing Dreams

Have you ever woken up with strong feelings of being overwhelmed or feeling fear, guilt or anger because of a dream?

I have.

Through the years I have developed a recipe for analyzing dreams based on research and my own personal experiences.  I hope this helps you as much as it does me:

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Pray and ask for wisdom to understand what your dream means to you then write down:

1. A list of the emotions generated through your dream (fearful, guilty, excited, angry etc.)
2. A list of people who where in the dream (Yourself, family members, stranger descriptions etc.)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     3. A list of prominate things or places in your dream (garage, street, at work etc.)

Now you are ready to analyze what it has to do with your life.  Ask yourself:

1. Where in real life are you feeling those feelings?
2. Are you experiencing those feelings with the people in your dream?
3. Do you have negative/excited feelings about the things/places you saw in your dream?     

    You may be surprised at how much insight you can gather as you prayerfull write your answers down.      

The first dream I analyzed had a real impact on my life.  I was caught in a window well with a spider headed straight for me.  Here is how I analyzed it:

Feelings: fear, panic

People: Me, the spider

Places/Things: window well, window

REAL LIFE:

Feelings: I was feeling overwhelmed and fearful about my schedule.  I was stretched to the max as a young mother, a daycare provider and a wife.

People: As I prayed and pondered about it I felt that the spider represented the demands in my life: my own demands, my husbands expectations, my children, the daycare children, church responsibilities etc.

Places/things: I began realizing that the window well was one I could see from the basement when I was doing daycare activities.  It represented being stuck in a rock and a hard place and being unable to escape to freedom.

When I got to this point I could see that something had to change.  I began examining my committments and letting goe of some of my expectations about keeping house, about the number of children I took in my daycare and I talked to Dan about his actual expectations. 

Within a few weeks I made these changes and I was able to reduce my stress and my feeling that I was caught between a window well and it’s window. 

Over the years I have used this formula and included my dreams in my journal.  I have found that the Lord communicates with us in many ways and sometimes it’s in our dreams.  I hope you enjoy trying out this new recipe and I hope it brings you sweet results!

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I WANT to be thankful but…

stress-women1Years ago I attended an event where LaDawn Jacobs, former Mrs. Utah, said “One cannot be grateful and depressed at the same time.”

Her words stuck with me and through the years they have revisited me in various forms. A few years ago my daughter, Tiffany, created a beautiful “Grateful Journals” where she wrote 10 things she was thankful for each day.

As I tried to follow her example I found that I often found things that I WANTED to be thankful for, but I wasn’t yet.

After all, the bible says “Thank we God without ceasing…” 1 Thes. 2:13. It doesn’t say “Thank we God without ceasing—unless you are in the middle of a pity party, having a hard time or experiencing a less-than-cheerful mood.”

My daughter, Cindy, had a “want to be thankful for” day yesterday. Her day included going to the hospital with one child for 7:00 A.M. tests after only sleeping a few hours because Divit, the dog, kept itching herself, and waking up when Michael had growing pains and Tiarra had a fever. As her day continued she received a call from the elementary school to say that Tiarra’s temperature had reached 103.7 and she took her to the doctors carting 1 year old Joshua along. Later she dropped a mayonnaise jar sending a small piece of glass up to break the cell phone she was holding (what were the chances?) After all that she found out that her phone company wouldn’t cover the freak accident … well, you get the idea. It was nearly impossible for her to be thankful for all these things, so we had a prayer together over the phone and prayed “Lord, we WANT to be thankful for these trials, but we’re just not there yet!” Somehow I can imagine our loving Father smiling and saying “It is tough right now but someday it will sure make a good blog!.” Then bless her for her willingness to look heavenward despite her challenges.

And so I have my thankful sessions. Some comments are genuine “thank-yous” and others are “want to be thank-you’s.” as I take one more preventative step in my goal to STAY SANE (or at least appear that way. Haha!)

Danger: Nervous Mother in for Repair!!

2008-12_c-78-copyThe kids are fighting, the soup is burning, the carpet looks gray instead of beige and I am on the verge of crying. Why did I get myself into this mess?

Such was a day my life as a young mom. In desperation I cut out a stop sign out of white paper and wrote in bold, black marker: “DANGER!! Nervous Mother in for Repair!” I then told my kids that I had to have at least 10 – 15 minutes alone before I exploded! I stuck the sign on my bedroom door with scotch tape and listened to the peaceful sound of the door knob clicking as it closed me into my bedroom and I threw myself face up on the unmade bed.

Peace was short lived, however, as pleas of “Mommy, open the door!”, “This isn’t funny!” and “Heidi pulled my hair!” infiltrated through the space at the bottom of the door. My choice to take 10 – 15 minutes 2 – 3 times a day during the next few weeks continued to bring bangs and whines like storms, that threatened to invade my home. Yet, like storms, as my determination to take “repair time” continued, the storms began to decline and finally gave way as the kids realized that when I came out of the room I was a much nicer mom. The real proof of the success of the idea was when my daughter said “Maybe you need time out mom!”

It has been many years since I wrote that first sign. Now my daughters have children of their own and use signs of their own. And so, my stress-reduction tip for the day today is:
WHEN LIFE GETS TOUGH AND PEACE GROWS THIN
PUT OUT YOUR SIGN AND GO IN!