Dream Weaver

Last night I had the strangest dream. Now, I have some really weird dreams, even when I'm not pregnant! I also have had dreams (well, nightmares, unfortunately) come true. I don't realize what they're about until the tragic event happens, however. It's the reason I still believe that my friend didn't fall asleep at the wheel, but instead swerved to avoid hitting an animal. But that's not entirely what this post is about.
My dream last night is bugging me a little bit. It just seemed to have some sort of message to it, mostly by symbolism (you'll see what I mean), and I don't know how to even begin to interpret it. Yes, I'm into dream interpretation. I agree that some dreams are just jumbles, some sort of inner expression that releases itself at night (or whenever you're sleeping). But others are God's way of telling us something. Throughout the Bible there are examples of dreams being sent as warnings of things to come.
So, the dream...It's a little bit here and there, so bear with me as I describe it the best I can.

It started out I'm in high school, working on a group project with two other people. We're working in our group and a group member is discussing her opinion when the teacher (who happens to be Cammie Shelatz!) starts basically bullying her, and telling the student that her opinion is completely wrong and won't even let the student get a word in. I see this happening and finally interrupt Cammie/the teacher's rant against the student, completely blowing up, saying, "I try my best to be respectful to my elders/superiors, but I can't stand for this anymore. I'm reporting you!" And I get up and leave, I guess to report her.
(Here it gets a little goofy, but stay with me) That night, my group and I go to work on our project, which apparently involves filming a behind-the-scenes-type documentary on the beer-making factory that is run by the teacher, who is now played by my old band director, Mr. Cottrill (yeah, it's the same "character" just played by a different "actor"). Cottrill is still ticked off from my earlier blow-up in class and is making snide remarks while giving us a tour of the factory. Meanwhile, I'm trying my best to get all the footage I can that the process the factory uses is not beneficial to the community as Cottrill is saying, but instead hurting the community. I guess we get all the information we need and we leave. On the way out, there's a commotion in a nearby field, and looking through the dark, I see wolves running for their lives (here's where I feel any real symbolism starts, if any) from men dressed up in tribal-looking dress. We begin to be chased by men dressed in regular clothes, so my group runs to the car and leaves.
The next day is a school day. Well, I'm still ticked at Cammie/Cottrill/the teacher, so I skip class, reasoning that I'm a senior anyway, so I'll just say it's a senior skip day. I go to the parking lot to see a rival band packing up and recognize Nick Monteleone (he was a classmate I think a year or two ahead of me in real life...really kinda weird because we weren't close or anything by any means) who gives me a big hug. Well, behind him I see all these wolves tied up on a flatbed trailer. I am irate, and manage to convince Nick to release his wolf captive to me, to which his band-mates are arguing against. The wolf comes over to me with a pup tied to her leg. People gather and try to tell me that it's not my business and try to take the wolf from me, saying that she's wild and I can't handle her. Because I had saved her from whatever fate the other wolves are going to, she stands by my side and instead protects me from the crowd. An Indian tribal official steps forward and tells me that there's nothing I can do, to which I try in vain to plead with him to convince the people to let the wolves go, that there are pups there as well that are too young to survive, but he refuses and says it's for the best. As the truck with the trailer of wolves drives away, I start crying. The wolf I saved comes over and puts her face to mine and cries with me.
Then I wake up.

Yeah...let all that sink in.
To be honest, the first part of this doesn't bother me as much as the wolf "scenes." The only reason I put the school part is because it was part of the entire dream, and if anyone decides to interpret it, maybe there's some insight in that. Or maybe not. Or maybe this is just one of those random, disjointed dreams I have. I kinda have different categories my dreams/nightmares fall into:
1. Random, disjointed, almost psychedelic
2. Story-like (I kinda like these because they're so vivid and detailed, like most of my dreams, but it's basically like watching a movie...I hate waking up from these)
3. Prophetic
4. Pure nightmare (thankfully these are really rare)
5. Memory-like (these are usually when I see something in real life and it gets incorporated into my dream)
6. Symbolic (these are usually basically like the prophetic ones, but involve a lot more symbolism, such as a tornado representing stressful situations in real life)
I don't know if this one falls in prophetic, symbolic, or story-like. The end with the wolves really feels like symbolic, but I just don't know enough about dream interpretation. I looked up what a wolf meant and found this: "To see a wolf in your dream symbolizes survival, beauty, solitude, mystery, self-confidence and pride. You are able to keep your composure in a variety of social circumstances and blend into any situation with ease and grace. You are also a loner by choice. Negatively, the wolf represents hostility, aggression, or sneakiness. It may reflect an uncontrollable situation or an all-consuming force in your life. This could point to an obsession, an addiction or something that is beyond your control."
Anyway...so...yeah...this is a normal dream for me. It's not because I'm pregnant. You know, if you're pregnant you have really wacky dreams. I have those, too, though usually amped up when I'm pregnant, and they typically fall under the first category. But this isn't one of those. If anyone has any insight, I'd be open to hear it.

These Dreams go on When I Close My Eyes...

Every second of the night, I live another life!
This is so true. I've always had pretty...elaborate, we'll say...dreams. I still remember dreams from when I was little, like when a vampire was attacking me in the living room while my brothers were all around me.
Well, I guess because I'm pregnant, the hormones or something are making them even crazier, it seems. When I first got pregnant, I had a dream that Obama's wife was very pregnant and going into labor and I had to help deliver the baby because I was the only one around.
Two nights ago, I had multiple dreams. The first one, I was Harry Potter, only not in a castle...my friends and I were in some sort of boarding house. We found a secret door that led to a basement library that was haunted. The ghost kept leaving us clues, but the woman in charge of us kept finding us and interrupting our investigation. We finally found out the ghost wanted us to "Send her a letter." We didn't know who "her" was and I woke up before we could find out. That same night, I had another dream that my brother Eric challenged my brother Chris to...well, a challenge. You know those little floating rings that you see little kids wearing around their middle in backyard swimming pools? Well, the "challenge" was to throw a floating ring out into the ocean as far as they could (tied to a rope), then swim out to it and stay on it the longest. Yep, that was it. Very challenging, ya think? Well, it had to be called off because huge waves started rolling in and the crowd that had accumulated to watch the event all had to hurry to get to safety. So the next day, they tried again in a different location. At this location, there was a HUGE dune right before you get to the beach. The crowd scaled the dune to get to the beach, only to have a stories-high wave start to roll in. We all managed to get back on top of the dune safely. I heard a woman next to me ask her friend, "Is that a human skull?" I look over to them and see down in the sand, sure enough, there's a human skull semi-buried. I look all over the beach below and see human skulls everywhere...I guess they got trapped when a wave came in. Then, I noticed one below that had piercings all over (I'm not sure why the skull itself would have piercings). I pointed it out to my brother Steve. I then switch to his point of view in the dream and he's/I'm down there pulling out all the rings that look like they have diamonds in them. Then I woke up.
One final one from last night...My brother Jimmy and I were living together in an apartment. I was on my way home one night and a man asked me if I wanted to buy something. I said I had to get home, so he then pulls out a knife (a kitchen knife, of all things...not even a switch blade or anything!) I guess to mug me, but he fumbles and drops the knife. So I feel a burst of confidence and start pushing him, saying things like, "Yeah, pick on me, why don't you?" Then Jimmy comes out of the apartment and whips out a handgun and puts it on the guy. The man runs away and alls well the rest of the night. The next night, the same thing happens. I'm on my way home and the same guy comes up, with a friend this time. They start closing in on me when Jimmy comes out of the apartment and shoots them in order to save me. Scared, we hurry to get all of our things packed so we can get away before the cops come, even though it was self-defense. Well, the cops come, so we're hiding in the oddest places. And then I woke up.
I've been having dreams of old classmates that I don't talk to anymore, or very rarely. I dreamed briefly of my late grandmother last night (that was a nice one...kind of on the funny side). Pretty much any scenario, I've been dreaming it! Some are funny. Some are just odd.