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Sometimes dreams are weird...

This morning I couldn't remember what I had dreamed about last night, but it just hit me. And now that I remember, I wanted to write it down before I forgot. And maybe I want to analyze it, because it was a little weird. Not a nightmare, but weird. (And this was not the first time I had it...)

Hubs and I went to a gym. It was beautiful, bright sunlight through the windows, tons of equipment, a second floor with classes and a lounge. It had rows and rows on equipment. Compared to a real-life building, I felt it was about the size of the main floor of the Fort Worth Convention Center (I spent many summers there as a kid, which is why I remember that reference.) I spent the time cycling. The guy assisting us with getting our membership set up was the same in this one as the last. I couldn't find any paperwork to tell me how much it cost to be there. He said that it only cost money if we came before 5pm. But it was after 5, so no charge. It wasn't until this point that my dream self had deja vu, realizing I'd been to this place before. And like the first time, there were only a handful of people in the entire building. So I decide to go cycling again. When I first had this dream, it was just Hubs and I. But this time, while I was cycling, a baby started crying. I looked over to realize it was my child, in Hubs' lap. I motioned for him to come closer, and I decided I would try to work out while holding her. I was just moving my legs anyway - it was one of those cycles that has a chair to lean back in. The trainer thought it was humorous that I was holding her and working out.

That's all I remember. It was just a weird dream to have. Like I said, it wasn't a nightmare. I didn't wake up in a cold sweat, or kick and scream, or even wake up at all. I've always been interested in things like dream interpretation, especially since dreams are supposed to the brain's way of sorting out issues and solving problems.

The quick interpretation that came to me is that my dream self is ignoring what other people think of me in order to get my health more in order. That it could potentially lead to a baby and I'll continue to keep my health in order for her. Of course I could be looking at it way too literally - because some dreams are just like that.

Here's some of the info I got from www.dreammoods.com - Dream Dictionary. (And I guess my interpretation is fairly accurate.)
Baby: To dream of a crying baby symbolizes a part of yourself that is deprived of attention and needs to be nurtured. Alternatively, it represents your unfulfilled goals and a sense of lacking in your life.

Exercise: To dream that you are exercising signifies your worries about your health. You may be concerned about fitting into society's ideals of beauty. Or you just need to get up and exercise more! Alternatively, the dream may also indicate that you need to "exercise" your rights and  power in some situation.

Gym: To dream that you are in a gymnasium indicates that you need to apply what you learned and incorporate it into your daily life. Alternatively, the gym may be telling you that you need to get more exercise.

Room: To dream that you are in an empty white room indicates a fresh start. It is like a blank canvas where you want to start life anew. Alternatively, the dream means that you are trying to isolate yourself. You do not want any outside influences.

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