Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honour the grace that keeps this world. I am a [wo]man crude as any, gross of speech, intolerant, stubborn, angry, full of fits and furies. That I may have spoken well at times, is not natural. A wonder is what it is. (Wendell Berry)

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Not the weirdest dream I've ever had but still weird.

Last night I had a dream that I was being chased my a "Voldemort Snake." I was in this giant room that was divided in half by a wall that went only half way to the ceiling. On either side of the wall there were pews. All along the ceiling there was scaffolding that you could hide in. It was all some sort of game- you had to hide from the snake or he would eat you. Pretty fun, eh? I was hiding under the pews for a while between the wall and the first set of pews. I thought the snake would smell me with his little tongue smellers and I'd get eaten, but I didn't. Then someone moved the pew because the other people I was playing this "game" with were MEANIES. Then I climbed up the scaffolding and was like "what kind of hiding place is this? you can see through scaffolding..." Then I got mad. Then I started thinking of the snake that Jafar, the evil sorcerer, turns into at the end of Aladdin. Then I wasn't sure if the snake was Jafar or Dumbledore. I still don't know. I woke up because the baby was crying- a pretty common occurrence lately.

It was definitely better than the dream I had the night before. I was fighting with an old friend- Joe Stroup- and he had a butcher knife and I had a coffee cup. It was one of those dreams that you're fighting for your life so you're not axed by your crazy butcher-knife wielding friend, but you can't really hit hard. Like I was swinging the coffee cup but my arm felt like Gumby.
I didn't get stabbed but I didn't beat Joe with the coffee cup either. Frustrating.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Victoria Said... Dreams

So this post is in response to Troy and Heather's post on Dreams. Check it out if you haven't read it.

So I come from a family where dreams are taken very seriously. Seriously.
I think it's an Eastern European thing- I get it from the Ukrainian side of my family- my maternal grandmother's side. I say it's an Eastern European thing because I've met quite a few people from Poland, Russia, Ukraine, and Romania and the topic of dreams having meaning comes up every so often. A lot of times most Americans will look at us and go, really? dream interpretation? you're serious? Yes. When am I not serious?

A lot of people, Christians especially, think of dream interpretation as some weird far-Eastern spiritual thing that can be likened to having a seance or astrological surfing. It's totally not, unless you're buying those weird dream interpretation books with moons and stars and unicorns on the front- I think that's a perversion of dream interpretation.*


(cover of weird dream interpretation book...the inside cover says things like "guide yourself and try using crystals under your pillow yadda yadda. that's how you know they're a bunch o' crazies.)

I think if you're open to being communicated with through dreams by the Lord, he'll totally speak to you that way. I think it happens more however if you're expecting it. For me, dreams are so important that it comes naturally to me to say "why wouldn't God reveal things to me in a dream?" However, I think sometimes the way we were brought up culturally has a big influence on how we communicate with God or allow him to communicate with us. For example: I have this Persian friend whose mother was born in Iran. She became a Christian and part of her normal worship is burning things on her stove to send up beautiful fragrances to the Lord. This would have never occurred to me! She burns all kinds of incense and things and delights in the idea that God likes the smell! I think that's so cool. But, I would have never done it and it isn't ingrained in me to do so I don't feel like I'm missing anything when I'm not doing it.
Make sense? My point is this: dreams are important to me and my family culturally, so if you don't ever remember your dreams or your dreams are mostly water polo, don't fret. You're not necessarily missing anything.

The things that my nana insists can be divulged by dreams are usually if you're going to get money, lose money, if you are going to make or have made a bad decision, and the hidden character of people close to you. She is a little eccentric so some of her hard and fast rules I think border on superstition. For example, if you dream that you're standing in clear water or there is a lot of water around, that is a good sign. That could mean money's coming or that you don't have to watch out for anything ominous. If you see a person with a lot of cats in your dream, that means that person is shady and you should watch out for them. These are a little more superstitious than the Lord speaking, but my mom's dreams for example are easily interpreted.

My mom has dreams about people all the time that show them to be sketchy characters long before she finds out about their hidden dealings. Most recently, she went out on a date with this guy and he asked her out again. She prayed long and hard (like she does with everything) and that night had a REALLY creepy dream about the guy. It's stuff like that that I've learned to trust.


You really have to be careful though. When I became a Christian and my grandma found out that I stopped going to mass, she told my mom the next day that she had a dream about me in a black wedding dress which clearly means that I got married to Satan. (pretty ominous) She was pretty upset and doesn't understand anything about protestantism so naturally, she thought I was leaving the flock for good.

For me, dreams are material things that carry weight as experiences. Obviously, not all of them have some sort of hidden meaning, but I think that they deserve to be prayed about and dissected a little bit before starting your day. Try praying especially for the random people that show up in your dreams. You'll be surprised at who starts coming up.

For those of you still reading the longest post EVER, thanks! And sorry it's kind of boring.


*I think real dream interpretation has to involve the Bible and prayer- like Joseph interpreting the dream for Pharaoh, the other witchy guys couldn't do it, but the Lord could.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

annoying stuff that is annoying

1. shutting off your computer thinking you saved the stuff you haven't actually saved in three days. after changing things. THREE DAYS WORTH OF THINGS! BLAHIDNGISDNG.
2. basically all technology.
3. my stupid *(Y$(@H#@E* dog who thinks my room is his own personal latrine.


man that's annoying.

in other news... here's a question to pose to the people who normally leave comments on my blog. when do you stop trying to be friends with someone? like there's only so many times you can contact a person and them not respond before you gotta be like, okay peace.
one of my best friends from highschool won't answer any of my calls and the last thing i heard was that she's pregnant. i think i've completely given up on her. there are other people out there too that i keep trying to talk to but it never happens- but now that i think about it i do that to other people too. i don't like that most of my relationships rely on facebook. i can comment on people's shoes, movie preferences or quizzes that they take but i have no idea how they are actually doing. i don't like that at all. this deserves more thought.

and finally, im going to tattoo the words "hit save" to my fingers. AHH im so annoyed.