Snippets of Dreams

The past few mornings I’ve woken up to snippets of dreams. I can’t quite capture the full dream, I just get a scene or an image, or, in one case, a few bars of a song.

The piece that is stuck whirling around in my head is the song — “Money makes the world go ’round, the world go ’round, the world go ’round. Money makes the world go ’round, that frightful, dreadful sound…” And there it ends. I know that “frightful, dreadful” are not the actual lyrics, but that is what my head is singing.

Often times I have pieces of songs show up in my head for no apparent reason. Sometimes my head gets the lyrics right, sometimes it doesn’t. But when it changes the words, it’s for a good reason. Just like there’s a perfectly good reason a purple elephant shows up in a dream, there’s a good reason why my head changed the words to this song….I just don’t know what the reason is.

There is a snippet of dream that I think the song is tied to. I was watching what appeared to be a scene from a sit-com. While the daughter was out of the room, the mom was “stealing” $15,000 of the daughter’s money — they had been playing a game like Monopoly, so this was only play money. She was going to put the money away for some later time when she vowed she wouldn’t spend it on paying bills. She would buy something they had always wanted. In the dream, I somehow knew that she would put this play money away and, to her surprise, years later, it would have turned into real money. I think the “money makes the world go ’round” song was playing in the background. I know that the daughter came back in and the mother was trying to hide the money she had taken, but I don’t remember anything after that.

Sometimes I can interpret my dreams if I talk about them and try to put myself in all of the roles. As the mother, I have playfully taken something with absolutely no value. I have good intentions for what I have taken and, unbeknownst to me, what I have taken will turn into something of value in a few years. Hmmm…I think that would be a good dream, until I think of the “frightful, dreadful” words to the song in the background. The undertone of the sit-c0m scene was one of greed. The family didn’t believe the mother that she would truly use the money for good. I don’t know if they were concerned about her taking it. They knew it had no value, yet they were concerned. It was like the mother was falling back into a bad habit. I remember “hearing” them thinking “There she goes again.”

Am I taking something that has no value…and convincing myself it is ok to take this thing? And is this thing I’m taking leading to something dreadful? Is it causing me pain in the long run?

Interesting. The song has cleared out of my head, for the moment. I think I am on to something, but I think I want to hum on it today and see what comes up. I’ll update this post if I discover anything.