In another, I found a golden calf, deformed and chained to the ground. In another, I lost my wallet with all my identification cards in it. In one dream, I was handed a stack of hundred-dollar bills and later discovered that I’d been cheated: Only the top bill was a one-hundred the rest were ones.Which is another way of saying I knew what they had to tell me. At some level, I didn't want to know what they had to tell me. And though I faithfully recorded them in my dream journal, I did absolutely nothing about interpreting them. In the weeks prior to losing a job early in my journalism career, one I was hanging onto primarily for security and status, my dreams were splitting at the seams with portents of how I really felt about trading off integrity for comfort and a dollop of renown.

You’re unsure whether you have the ability to handle what seems like an impossible task but then have a flying dream.

You’re postponing an important decision, and dream of “missing the boat.”.

Someone with whom you’re considering teaming up appears in a dream wearing costume jewelry and fake leather shoes.

You’re following a call toward a very public life, and don’t realize your true feelings about sacrificing privacy until an anxiety dream shows the island you live on being towed toward the mainland.

You’re trying to decide between following passion or security, and dream of throwing a rock through the window of a bank, and then burying your briefcase in the backyard.For one thing, they're masterpieces of metaphoric communication:

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