Here, Read My Homework: Dream Interpretation

This is the report I did over dream analysis. Not necessarily over the idea itself, but rather a specific analysis I did over a personal dream I had. I know reading my homework may not seem very interesting, but I felt this assignment was compelling enough that it could spark some interest in those with imagination. 

Dream Interpretation

Dream Story

The dream begins with me lying in bed with my mom. Everything about the bed, room, and house is not the home I grew up in or am in any way familiar with. I venture to another room in the house, maybe the kitchen. As I approach the door I see a face in the window. It is a male face. They are not at all alert that I have seen them, instead they back up and proceed to tell me the obvious, that they are going to break in. I panic and run back to my mom’s bed in tears as a gunshot is heard from the back door. I tell her what is happening. Instead of her being alarmed she has an epiphany and exclaims “You know what I just realized! If you would have gotten a manicure as well as a pedicure you could have saved a lot of money.” To this I reply with the very crude answer of “What the f***!” Mom has now gotten out of the bed and I am left lying there as the person that has broken into our home rounds the corner into the room. They have a gun. Although the face I saw in the window was a young male adult, I can’t seem to focus on this figure and am actually confused about its gender. It is built as though it is a male but is wearing clothes that a female would wear, if I remember correctly a pink tutu or frilly clothes similar to this. My mind suddenly reverts to an outside view in which I see their car. It is an older car, maybe a brown Volkswagen. It is ridiculously decorated and has four squares hanging on its back window that have one letter in each. The letters change and spell random four letter words, none of which I can remember. My view never goes back to the room with my attacker. Instead I remember my mind telling myself to wake up and in the instance I awoke, I typed this dream out.

Dream Interpretation

I, my mother, and my attacker are the only people present in the dream. I have siblings and a dad, yet they are not home for some reason and are not even mentioned or thought of, as if they do not exist in my dream life. My lying in bed with my mom may be a reflection of childhood happenings. Growing up I did watch television a lot in my parent’s bedroom. Before my mom remarried we would lie in bed and do this also, this may be reverting back to early childhood. The unfamiliarity with the house may be me associating myself with being away from home, being that I am at school. The face in the window is something I have commonly thought of almost all of my life, especially in my home’s kitchen window. The placement of my parent’s kitchen windows have just always jumped out to me and growing up I frequently imagined faces appearing in them. My mother’s response to my panic is very strange considering she is very oriented on my safety. Her mention of “saving money” is a common topic though that I was raised with. The value of the dollar was always instilled in me. I also received a pedicure recently, so this may relate to her comment. Although I don’t feel my parents support these values, recently in reality I have felt that money is the most important thing, and according to my dream, even triumphs safety.  Referring to the changing gender of my attacker, the only conclusion that I can associate this with is my recent watching of the hit YouTube video “Old Gregg” in which there is a man prancing around in a pink tutu. The sudden change to the car is very odd and the only explanation that I may be able to give for the small boxes displaying different letters is that I am frequently playing word games, especially right before I go to sleep.

Dream Summary

This dream occurred Sunday night, February 26, 2012; this assignment is due Wednesday February 29. Taking in the factors of me telling myself to wake up and the first thought that runs through my mind is to record this dream leads me to believe that all of the events that occurred were synthesized by my brain to formulate a dream able to be interpreted for this assignment. I never dream. When I learned of this assignment I in fact began thinking up fake dreams I could possibly analyze. The night before I fell asleep I had a conversation with my roommate jovially about how I needed to force myself to dream so I could complete this assignment and my mind listened. So what is the meaning of my dream? It is exactly what Sigmund Freud thought it to be: my unconscious desires and needs. It is a loose stitching of random things being sorted through that my mind compiled for me to be able to complete this assignment. Although the things do relate to topics in my life and I could stretch the ideas of them to fit into a widely complex interpretation of myself and attempt to have this massive moment of self-actualization, this dream really was myself completing homework while asleep.  Now, if only I could practice this in all of my classes, then I would be a truly successful student. As for now, I am just a dreamer.