Bathroom Dreams and Other Messages

I’ve asked this question before and nobody has offered a strong answer, but I must ask again.  What does it mean when you dream about bathrooms?

No . . . I’m not talking about your dream bathroom with gleaming tile, a deep bathtub, bubbles, flowers, calm music and candlelight.

From Bathroom Design Tips

The bathrooms I often dream about are vile! Mounds of waste on the floor or floating over the toilet, a stench that makes your bile rise, dripping paper and barely a place to put your foot let alone other body parts, sometimes even blood and other body fluids. Repulsive . . . and I always have to go desperately.

Last night I dreamt about two different bathrooms! Each one more disgusting than the other.

But, here’s the strange twist. Those dreams weren’t bad dreams. The bathrooms, combined with other images made me wake up feeling . . .

POSITIVE!!!!

I know, you’re shocked, right?

I can’t clearly explain or describe all my dreams last night, but I can share with you some images and messages that came to me:

• Old women (I think the Storyteller made an appearance in my dream, and told me I need to write about a world where women find and use their strength for the better)
• Music (In the dream, a professor insisted I meet a composer who only spoke French “You two need to know each other,” he said.)
• The cover of the book Dragonsong by Anne McCaffrey. (I think I need to read that series again, for inspiration)
• Lots of books, and a class discussion with a few of the people from Slovakia taking the class with me (Not sure about this yet, but I think it has to do with my role as mentor/teacher. I was a student with them, not the instructor, but I took the lead.)
• Sitting in the driver’s seat of a car while someone else steered the car from behind. (This is a twist from my normal dream, where I am in the back seat of the car trying to drive and unable too. I think the switch is significant. Maybe it means I need to let someone else drive for a while, so I can focus on where I am going).

I could probably continue with this list of bizarre dream images from last night, but I won’t.

I woke up knowing something deep inside, and feeling like I am moving in the write  direction.  (Ooh, that was a Freudian slip! I mean “right” but I think my spelling choice was significant.) The story inside me is forming and going to come out soon. I’m gathering images and energy. I’m taking small steps, one day at a time, and being open to the messages of the universe. A couple of times I woke slightly, only to fall back to sleep and have images repeat themselves in loud silence. “I get it!” I whispered to the air.

And I do.

I don’t know what everything means from those dreams, but I feel like I’m moving in a good direction. I’m excited to move one step at a time.

Dreams can be found everywhere.

I signed up for another writing course, through a school where I already got a few certificates. This is about novel writing . . . for adults. I know I have the skills and technology, but I need the mentor and the deadlines. So now I  have a teacher.  My book for young adults came out of one of these courses (even if it has gone nowhere) but I am a stronger writer now. It will be interesting to see where this step in the journey leads.

Following my dreams, one word and day at a time.

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