My Life as a Dog

Saturday, April 18, 2009

And Speaking of Dreaming...

I had this dream a few weeks ago. It was one of those dreams where it bothered me so much that I woke up. Then it took me another hour to get back to sleep. And I rarely have a problem sleeping. So this is highly unusual. This is how the dream went:

I was over to my parent's house. We were having a large family gathering. I come from a family of 6, I being the youngest by six years. My mother has relied on me a lot to help out with these large family gatherings and I realize that she needs the help with such a large crowd. In the dream she had asked me to set the table. I started doing my assigned task while everyone else got situated at the table. I was hurrying, trying to get the task finished. When I was about half way done she then asked me to start on a new assignment. I was just so provoked that I was still working furiously on the first task and there were all these people available to help out. Still she only asked for my assistance! (Funny that I get a little worked up just retelling the story.) Anyway it was at this point that I woke up with my heart a beating and remained awake for the next hour.

I've retold this dream a few times, even to my mother. She apologized for her actions in my dream which was very sweet. :)

But as I think about the dream now, it really wasn't about my mom. It was about me. I realize that the reason that I got so bothered by her requests was because I always try so hard to please. I hate it when I can't do everything that everyone else wants me to do. I am a "people pleaser." This is good because it's good to help out, be nice, etc. But I need to distance my own self value from my ability to be and do everything that everyone else wants me to be or do.


david mcmahon said...

Dreams are a blessing really, for those who find repose in sleep.

When I was little, my mother would teach me my night prayers and we always included a prayer for those who could not sleep.

(I came here from my good friend Debbie Gamble's blog.)

Juli said...

I'm the same way and I have those types of dreams. What really scares me, though, is that my son is that way too, and he's worse than me. I have to change this so he can, too.

kate said...

you bring up a good point.