I Had A Dream While I Slept

by Sherry Riter in Humor

Sidewalk with green grass on both sides

Within the last ten years, I’ve had less than ten dreams. Not goal type dreams. Dreams like when you fall asleep and a movie goes on in your head while you sleep. What does it all mean that I used to dream every night and now I don’t dream at all?

I have no idea!

However, I had a dream…FINALLY!

Let me tell you a little something about how I sleep.

Does “hard as a rock” mean anything to you?

I hear nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. If there is a thunderstorm, tornado, hail, siren, alarm, knock on the door, ringing phone or any other noise, I simply do not hear it. I’m asleep! I do not wake up until the morning and when I open my eyes, there isn’t any recollection of having dreamed.

Except for now…I finally had a dream.

It wasn’t a long dream, but it was still a dream.

It was more like one of those miniature .gif images called cinemagraphs. My dream was in color, there was sound and each image was very vivid even though the whole dream probably only lasted ten seconds.

This was my dream.

I was walking outside on the sidewalk. The sun was shining really brightly, so my head was tilted down to shield my eyes from the sun and I was looking at the sidewalk. It was a very white sidewalk without any cracks and bright green grass on both sides.

Then I felt it…

Actually, I barely felt it because I have so much hair on top my head. Natural curls create a puffy barrier between my scalp and the world.

But I did eventually feel the wetness as it ran through my hair and hit my scalp.


Bird poop.

Bird poop

It was bird poop from the squawking bird that was flying over my head in the bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds.

That’s the end of the dream.

After I woke up the next morning, I walked over to the big window and opened the blinds all the way so that I could let in the beautiful day. That’s when I saw it…

Bird poop.

Bird poop splattered on the window in two places!

I just stood there staring at the bird poop. I dreamed my first dream in years about bird poop and sometime during the early morning hours a bird pooped on my window. What are the chances of THAT happening?!

What does it all mean?

You’re asking me? Seriously? Okay, I will give it a shot.

Yesterday is a memory and today’s dream is tomorrow’s reality, so…

If your means of getting exercise includes walking on the sidewalk in the bright sunshine every morning, you’re going to eventually get pooped on, so don’t exercise.

That wasn’t very positive. Let me try it again.

Oh my goodness!

The splattered bird poop looks like Sylvester Stallone as Rocky with his hand up in the air after he climbed all those stairs.

Splattered bird poop

So my new interpretation of my dream is…

No one can poop on your dreams and make you unhappy unless you allow them to do so. AND if a bird poops on your head while you’re walking in the bright sunshine on a beautiful morning getting your exercise, make sure you wash your hair when you get back home.

I guess you’re pretty happy that I rarely dream at night.



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Sherry Riter is also known as The Redhead Riter. Sherry is witty, intelligent and addictive as she writes about cooking, family, marriage, failures, blogging tips, art, humor, inspiration, travel, PTSD and aging. Her goal is to inspire, motivate, educate and to make her audience laugh. Sherry embraces being a redhead and helps others to see the redhead point of view…"In some eras redheads were worshipped while others thought us witches. Personally, I like the former and think every day is 'Love a redhead day!'" She can also be found on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, Linkedin, tweeting as @TheRedheadRiter and you can subscribe to her free blog feed.

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1 Lisa May 7, 2012 at 6:41 am

I am so jealous, I haven’t had a dream in years but I haven’t sleep very well much in years. (that age thing) I wonder what your dream means – did you check a dream analysis?


2 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 7:00 am


Sleeping that soundly is sometimes aggravating, but not that aggravating. I’ll take sleeping like a rock over waking up at night all the time.

No, I didn’t check a dream analysis. Maybe someone will tell me today in the comments!


3 Susanne May 7, 2012 at 7:21 am

A few things come to mind after reading your poopy dream. First and foremost consider yourself fortunate that you sleep so soundly. I remember the days when I did, vaguely. Now, my eyes pop open every few hours, regardless of just how tired, actually more accurately how exhausted I am. The reasons for that fall under your stress column. Secondly, I have had a bird poop on my head of thick and very naturally curly hair and according to “urban legend” it meant that I was to find a great deal of luck coming my way. To see birds in your dream symbolizes your goals, aspirations and hopes. That last tidbit comes from my handy dandy dream dictionary. To dream that you are walking on a sidewalk represents your steady progress and direction in life. You may be experiencing new walks of life. More from my dictionary and finally let me check one more thing….hmmm….nothing on bird poop. It’s not exactly feces, and even if bird poop did fall under that category, it was too icky..so we’ll just ignore it. Bottom line go with the good stuff. You’re lucky to be pooped on because luck will find your as your make steady progress with your goals and aspirations and a new path may present itself. All in all..not bad. Have an excellent day!


4 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 7:25 am


I’m so glad you told me all that stuff about my dream!!!!

I think your interpretation fits into all the stuff going on in my life right now! I’m actually excited now! Thank you very much!!!!

Oh, and I’m sorry you can’t sleep! Get rid of all that stress!!! You know, I have a whole section of my blog on Ways To Relax and another on stress. 😉 Just sayin. LOL


5 Skip_D May 7, 2012 at 7:35 am

hmmmmmmmm… I have another suggested interpretation for your dream… Keep your eyes on the path, & don’t look up! LOL


6 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 7:40 am

LOL Skip! Yeah, if I look up, I’ll get poop in my eye! LOL


7 Stéfan May 7, 2012 at 9:04 am

Have you not heard the old wives’ tale? Getting pooped on by a bird is good luck. It is!


8 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 9:05 am


I haven’t ever heard that a bird pooping on my head was good luck until Susanne interpreted the dream. Sounds crazy! LOL


9 Alaina May 7, 2012 at 9:13 am

Interesting dream! And I love your interpretation, too!


10 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 9:15 am

Thanks Alaina!


11 John May 7, 2012 at 9:33 am

Ah, I’ve had such oddly predictive dreams before. Once, I dreamt that my sister, whom none of us had seen in 8 months, would just show up at our house that day. She wasn’t there when I awoke, but a couple hours later I heard her in the living room, sure enough. No one would believe that I’d dreamt it, because I waited too late to tell them. I’ve also had horribly predictive dreams. Water leaking through my bathroom ceiling. Two days later, drip, drip, drip. Yuck! Electricity shooting out of an outlet? A day later, the PC suddenly shut off and, pop, pop-pop. Maintenance guys never ran faster than they did in response to my call to the leasing office on that one. Thank goodness that’s been the last such craziness for a while! My brain and its power do scare me.


12 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 9:40 am


Wow! That’s cool that your dream actually came true in your sister story. Too bad about the PC and the electricity shooting out of the wall. That had to be a bit terrifying!

“My brain and its power do scare me.” I cracked up laughing when I read that sentence! I think our brains are much more powerful than we even realize.


13 Teresha May 7, 2012 at 10:16 am

I’m a dead sleeper too. I slept through Hurricane Andrew, LOL!
I dream every night, sometimes multiple times in one night.
I think a dream about a bird pooping on your head means you are about to come into some money. Go buy a lotto ticket!


14 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 10:20 am

LOL That’s nice to know, Teresha! ^High Five, my friend! We can start a club for heavy sleepers. Maybe we can call it, “The Rocks” LOL LOL LOL


15 Skip_D May 7, 2012 at 1:10 pm

I sleep like a rock too, & almost never remember a dream… Just the occasional wisp of realization that I had one… As for sound sleep – I sleep through alarms, sirens, even earthquakes! The only think that I can always count on to wake me is the phone.


16 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 1:15 pm

I talk in my sleep on the phone, Skip. I’m so good at it, people can’t tell I’m asleep. It’s TERRIBLE because I say things I shouldn’t while I’m sleeping! LOL


17 mom May 7, 2012 at 1:39 pm

Your mother dreams every night. Sometimes it can be scary as h—. I wake up, just to fall back asleep and pick up were I left off.

Last night I was in a long hall with lots of doors. I was in one room when a big male lion entered. He just stared at me and roared so loudly that my insides vibrated. As he came forward, I closed my eyes. Then I felt his heavy head lay across me. I opened my eyes to find he was as gentle as a lamb.

There is another dream that I have dreamed over and over again for years. I am in a room with one door. There isn’t anything else in the room except for a piece of bubble gum in the far corner. The gum begins to grow and fills the room until it pins me to the wall. I wake up and for a bit I cannot move even my finger. Figure that one out! lol


18 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 3:02 pm

Mom, you have always had the craziest dreams! A lion? Where does your mind come up with this stuff? Maybe you watch too much television. LOL LOL LOL


19 Susanne May 7, 2012 at 3:51 pm

Hi. Now it’s my turn to thank you. I appreciate your taking an interest in my stress and its effects. Coincidentally, it was one of the first sections I did read when I was initially perusing your blog. I believe your experience in that particular area was a particularly powerful recruting tool and I “signed up”. I found a certain comfort level in your words. You’ve been there done that. Nothing beats hands on knowledge. Your advice is valuable and reinforcess much of what “the professionals” have prescribed. The reduction of my stress has been virtually a life long pursuit and I’ll be forever a work in progress. And..that’s OK. So, having said that, I’m happy to have found you in this big bold virtual world. I look forward to joining everyone, as we walk run or stumble along our paths. Take care!


20 The Redhead Riter May 7, 2012 at 4:52 pm


I have been such a stress-filled person and much of it was self-inflicted because I worry about things…everything. I also expect perfection from myself and that is definitely a formula for disaster. 🙁

When the horrible event with Alyssa happened, life stopped for me. It changed me – my body, my outlook, my feelings. As I go about my every day tasks now, I make a conscious effort to ask myself, “Is this REALLY that important?” Not much is REALLY so important that it is worth stressing over. Having experienced the death or near death of people I love, several times over the last two years, is helping me to keep things in perspective. It also has taught me that I can rely on ME, ME, ME and ME, so I better take care of ME, ME, ME and ME.

When I get to this point….I’m tired. Should I go wash the dishes or take a nap?…Well, the nap wins out every time. Dishes can wait. Life is short. My body comes first. I count. I’m important. 🙂

It really requires A LOT of self-talk and sometimes self-arguing. In the end, though, I win. LOL I mean, the healthy me is winning much more than the stress-filled worry-wart me. 😉


21 Susanne May 8, 2012 at 7:03 am

Good Morning Red Riter,

I just finished sending you a few paragraphs and just when I was about to hit submit, I lost my internet connection. Maybe it’s a good thing, I’ll get right to the point this time..lol. I was so scared for you as I was reading your account of Alyssa’s and your family’s nightmare. I’m thrilled that she is exactly where she belongs, with her Mom, family and friends. My question is simple. How is PTSD vs. anxiety that your family passes down as a gift and is truly the booby prize, different.

My warped little mind can be cajoled and embraced throught out the day. In fact, I sometimes feel as if I’m disguised as a normal tall, middle aged brunette, when suddenly I start talking to myself. There’s that self talk. It can be dangerous….lol. Oh..the looks I get…lol. I just pretend that I’m singing or humming. Phew…saved for the moment…lol. However at night, my mind knows that my mouth is finally resting. It takes over and starts ruminating. Luckily, I have learned a trick to cage that night brain. I do one of the most boring things I can think of. Breathing! Yes, concentrating on my breathing lulls me back to sleep. In..Out..In…Out. Double Phewie…lol. Talk soon.


22 The Redhead Riter May 8, 2012 at 7:56 am


PTSD vs. anxiety – The two are very different. PTSD can and does create anxiety, but not vice versa. PTSD is at least initially marked by flashbacks. Reliving the experience COMPLETELY without wanting to do so. All the same emotions surface EXACTLY as if the person is living the experience again. The fear that initially gripped them once again causes the heart to race because of the release of adrenalin along with so many other physical manifestations. PTSD can be and often is debilitating – mind, body and soul. I’ve written several posts that list the symptoms of PTSD. Just click SELF DEVELOPMENT < PTSD in the navigation bar to find them. Did that answer your question? You sound very anxiety ridden. Did you know that can lead to a heart attack? Have you talked to the doctor about ways to help you control the anxiety? You should practice relaxation techniques and give yourself time to relax every day. Physical exercise also helps to reduce stress. By all means, make sure your self talk to positive! Don't let the worry and fear take over your brain just because the lips stop! 🙂


23 Susanne May 8, 2012 at 12:11 pm

Hi, it’s me again. Thank you for your explaining the difference between PTSD and anxiety. Those flashback moments must be horrendous. When I used to have what I refer to as my “grand mal” anxiety attacks, it was debilitating. I did read your post(s) on PTSD and I have been spending some time in your Self Development section.

Believe it or not my anxiety is under control. I know, hard to believe…lol. I have a double whammy. Anxiety runs in my family and I sustained a head injury at the age of 16 that wasn’t diagnosed until I was 37. I have ognitive dysfunction in very specific areas,(neuro psychology is an incredible science) but the permanent bruise on my brain has caused a chemical imbalance causing none other than anxiety. So, I cope and manage anxiety squared….lol. You are very perceptive. My anxiety may still be running rather high as I’m still decompressing from a very traumatic experience that lasted for well over a year. Long story short…the job I thought would be the best thing ever, turned into a nightmare for a person with my “conditions”. My doctors and therapists whole heartedly agree with everything you say, as do I. There you have it. I’m a work in progress…lol. I’m as strong and healthy as the best of middle aged horses….lol. Thank you for being so thoughtful. I’ll see you again soon. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s topic. Btw, I have never picked at my food…member of the clean plate club….lol. Bye for now…


24 The Redhead Riter May 8, 2012 at 9:47 pm


I’m glad your anxiety is under control. It is not only better for your mental health, but also for your physical health and quality of life. 🙂

Jobs…hmmmm….They can cause quite a bit of anxiety. I’m glad you were able to make a change.

Clean the plate LOL Well, me too EXCEPT for metal canned peaches LOL


25 Truoc Duong March 13, 2014 at 4:55 pm

Hi Sherry,

I found your blog while searching for bird poop in dream.

I used to have a lot of nightmares night after night for so many years after being the very few survivor coming out of the Vietnam war with so much painful memory of dead friends and family members and many near death experiences.

Then one day, I stopped dreaming. I think I know how I did it. I have not remembered any dream at all for the last several years now. Recently, I started having dreams again. But I quickly forgot them when I woke up.

Last Saturday, I got up in the morning, but still wanted to sleep some more. So, I went back to bed. In this early morning sleeping, I saw myself walking on a brick path by a green pond in a park. Suddenly, I threw a fishing line to the pound trying to fish. I the past, I loved fishing. But I stopped doing that when I became vegetarian several years ago. Now in my dream, I was surprised that I was fishing because moment before that I did not have a fishing rod. A black snake-head fish, the kind of fish I used to catch when I was young, jumped up from below the green vegetation in the pond and snapped my hook. I dragged it to the ground. Then I saw that it was not a fish, but a young owl that was being hooked at the neck. I removed the hook and let it go. It flew up.

Then my dream switched back. I walked by the pond again like I did at the beginning without the fishing rod. When I looked up to the sky, I saw thousands of giant birds flying in thick straight rows from far away toward my direction. When they were over my head, they covered the whole sky. Suddenly, they started raining down poop. A torrent of poop raining down on my head and all around me. I heard the loud dropping sound and felt the cold wetness of the poop. I covered my head with my palms and about to run. But when I stepped on the white wet poop, I stopped. I just stood still, looking down and covering my mouth to prevent the poop flowing into it. The poop covered the ground about an inch like melted snow. Then I woke up.

I started searching the internet for the meaning of this dream since then. Most interpretations saying good things or prosperity will come.

How did your life go after you had seen the birds pooping on your head in your dream? Was it good or bad, better or worse?

Please share it with me since you have gone through this real life experience.

Thank you.


26 Sherry Riter March 15, 2014 at 8:13 am

Truoc, this post was written in May 2012. Since it is now March 2014, we are talking about a whole lot of experiences. To sum up that time period…it has been Hell. I’ve had quite a hard life since that dream and the hard times aren’t over yet. Hopefully your life will not reflect my hardships.


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