The first blog post answering a couple of questions from my list of 100.
ϟ Would you consider yourself an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert?
So I had no idea what an ambivert was when I read this question. Of course I had to google it and discovered that it describes me perfectly! I am so right in the middle of introversion and extroversion that I could relate to both sides easily. Back in high school when I took my first personality test, I scored well into the extrovert range. Getting older has changed that, and I’ve grown more introverted over the years. I still love hanging out with people and rarely meet a stranger, but I covet my alone time and am not as open as I used to be. I take longer to process thoughts and often need both internal and external processing before I make a decision or come to a conclusion about something. I’m glad to know that there is a word for it instead of having to explain that I’m smack dab in the middle somewhere.
ϟ Do you ever hunt for answers or omens in dreams?
I don’t often look at dreams and try to figure out what they mean. I’ve had dreams that were so vivid and frustrating that I knew when I woke up it was because of something I was feeling. There have been a few dreams that I had no doubt were to give me a sign or tell me something. Like this dream I blogged about in September of 2009.
I needed to go to the bathroom, and I was in a place where I had to use a public restroom. For some reason I chose to go to the bathroom without putting on my shoes. I entered the restroom in my socks and saw that it was quite dirty. They were working on the restroom so there were buckets of goo, toilets laying on their sides, stalls without doors, and just general mayhem everywhere. I tiptoed through the maze of dirt and disorder trying to find a clean toilet. There were none. I finally chose to squat and pee in a bucket just around the corner from the stalls hoping that nobody would come into the restroom before I could finish. Because I was peeing in a bucket there was no toilet paper handy. I decided to use my middle-eastern knowledge and wipe with my left hand. After I was done I heard several ladies enter the restroom from a second entrance. I peered around the corner and noticed that those stalls had been finished out and were lovely. The floor was clean, and there was even an attendant handing out towels after hands were washed. I couldn’t believe I didn’t continue on around the corner before I squatted over that bucket! I couldn’t believe that the outside door to the unfinished part of the restroom wasn’t locked. And where was the sign directing people to the nice clean stalls around the corner? I washed my hands and took the towel from the attendant. She looked like she was waiting for a tip, but I wasn’t about to give her one. I had peed in a bucket and wiped with my hand! No way was she getting a tip from me.
That dream meant something. I had no doubt. I was getting ready to move out, filing for divorce, and making a major life change. Things were messy, but they wouldn’t always be. Things would be better around the corner. I got that message.
Another time I listened to what a dream said…
When I was pregnant with my first child, we couldn’t come up with a girl name that we liked. Everyone thought I was having a boy, but our sonogram was done too early to tell and we couldn’t afford to pay for another one. We had no trouble picking a boy name, but nothing stood out for a girl. I had a dream one night that we had a baby girl and that we named her E. I woke up and thought that it sounded good so that’s what we picked. A couple of weeks later we brought baby E home. I don’t know that the dream was a sign, but we had exhausted long lists of names and even though I’m sure I had read the name E before, it hadn’t ever stood out to me.
And recently I had a dream that I was trying to get my 17 year old to drive the frying pan home with the other kids in it. He hadn’t ever driven a frying pan before and wasn’t really comfortable doing so. I decided to go ahead and take them back to their dad’s in the frying pan. There were no wheels on it, but if we leaned back it would slide along the ground. And it was a good size frying pan, too. The crazy part is I woke up thinking I was crazy for calling it a frying pan in my dream, because it was obvious that it was a large cast iron skillet. That dream…means nothing. It means I ate cucumbers and chocolate and who knows what else right before I went to bed.