Dreams So Real?

I always thought of dream journals that they are a great idea but for the stipulation that one must be having dreams whose emotional charge or meaning was worth recording. Like, there at last must be something halfway important that is bubbling up from the unseen peripheries of the mind that pertain to my story. But, well, there always have been -- except for that time in 2002 when there was dreamless sleep only. Besides simply admitting that there was no good reason to do so, I would always rationalize not recording at least the out-there or the deeply meaningful dreams with the usual couple of arguments -- chief among them that I'll just go through my day with the feeling from the dream glowing like an ember slowly releasing its energy as the day goes on. (Well, usually this feeling would quickly die down once the mind became engaged with the morning's routines.) Another argument is that the message was likely assimilated by some behind-the-scenes brain-mind function, like it's not really meant for the conscious, moving mind, with its insistent weaving of my story. The memorized corollary belief has been that this fucked up mind can't do anything with it even if there was a message there for it. Still, these two dreams I have to record, and I'm not sure what will become of it. I do hope to get an insight into how I appear, all mixed up with the sticky cobwebs of the moving mind.
The two dreams that keep emerging from memory are dreams that happened yesterday and today. So there being two back to back weird-ass dreams was also interesting in and of itself. Yesterday's dream concluded with a (young?) lion biting me, mostly my hands (or was it just one hand?). I remember, as the dream actor, not being particularly perturbed by this. Today's dream concluded with my having sex with this one chick but there were feces and gunk all over her body and, as I would notice, on the clothes I doffed in order to sex her up. Again, I wasn't particularly unsettled by this, although I did wonder why there was shit on the back of my shirt's lapel as it hung over the back of some nearby chair, never mind her coochie.
So, OF COURSE, I went over to some dream interpretation web site after on both occasions leaving the dream world. Here are some interesting interpretations -- not that I find them off the mark, just can't know for sure whether these are the decoded Morse code streams emanating from deep within.

bitten:This is a dream of very ill omen and it shows that you are in danger of suffering ill from the hands of someone who has wished you harm for a long time. It also a wish to undo something that you may have done that is past being repairable, as well as a warning of physical harm and monetary losses. If you dream of being bitten by a vampire this shows there is someone in your life that is draining you, or your resources, and you need to eliminate this person from your life.

lion:Dreaming of a lion shows you have many obstacles to overcome, and must resist the real force that is driving you to self destruction; if the lion overpowers you, you will lose, but, if win out over the lion you will be the victor. As the lion usually represents different aspects of our own inner nature either as we are, or as we think ourselves to be, then in this light the dream must be correlated by using as many of the symbols you see in your dream and carefully analyzing the different actions of each character.

sex:To dream about sex, refers to the psychological completion and the integration of contrasting aspects of the Self. You need to be more receptive and incorporate aspects of your dream sex partner into your own character. Alternatively and a more direct interpretation of the dream, may be your libido's way of telling you that it's been too long since you have had sex. It may indicate repressed sexual desires and your needs for physical and emotional love.
To dream about sex with someone other than your spouse or significant other, suggests dissatisfaction with the physical side of your relationship. On the other hand, it may be harmless fantasy. In such situations, you may find that you are less inhibited sexually and you can even bring that sense of adventure to your existing relationship.
To dream that you are having sex with an ex or someone who is not your current mate, denotes your reservations about embarking in a new relationship or situation. You may feel nervous about exposing yourself or currently feel a resurgence of those old emotions and feelings that you felt back when you and your ex were together. Believe it or not, it is not uncommon for people approaching their wedding to experience especially erotic adventures with partners other than their intended spouses. This may be due to the intensity of your sexual passion with your fiancée. It also relates to the new roles that you will be taking on and the uncertainty that that may bring.

feces:To see or come in contact with feces, signifies aspects of yourself that are dirty and negative and which you believe to be undesirable and repulsive. You need to acknowledge and express these feelings, even though it may be shameful. Release the negativity in your life. Alternatively, it may also refer to someone who is anal retentive.
To dream that you are unable to dispose of the feces, suggests that you are unwilling to let go of your emotions. You have a tendency to hold in and keep your feelings to yourself.
According to Freud, feces is related to possession, pride, shame, money/financial matters, or aggressive acts. So to dream that you are playing with feces, symbolizes your anxiety over money matters and financial security.

This year has certainly been interesting. Things have changed. Big surprise there right? While the quality of the tumultuous moving mind and its golem creation, the ego, have not changed, there have been a number of incremental tweaks to my approach to life. There has been some fallout to the heaviness of my reactions to the events of this past year. I just recently tipped the scales at 225 pounds. 16 stone. 102 kilos. A testament to the reaction to the perception of increased chaos, survival anxiety and not a little of the familiar learned helplessness (and let's not forget the quit smoking experiment that lasted three months). That's my take on the heavy amount of face stuffing -- and nonexistent amount of activity besides throwing one-man pity parties -- that went down from May to August. Even though events in the past four months have been interpreted as positive (notables: getting involved in social work, getting involved in the local Zen group, rapprochement with my wife), it still feels like something isn't in order. The familiar siren song of me, myself, I, ego.

I intend to post further on this....