About being petrifed

Because that's what was wrong with that frozen dead burglar guy in my dream of Sunday night.
After finishing The Deathly Hallows (three times), I've started rereading the Harry Potter series from book one. Remember in The Sorcerer's Stone where Hermione petrifies Neville? And how Hermione herself is petrified in The Chamber of Secrets? That burglar in my dream--in my head, I called him frozen, but the idea--all HP.
The more I beat this dream up, the more sense it makes, and it's all rooted in my everyday reality. And, no diss to Freud, it seems less and less likely this dream has any deep psychological meaning.
It was just a weird dream where my subconscious regurgitated what I'd been doing, reading, and thinking about.
How often do we try to attach too much meaning to stuff that just...is what it is? I know I have friends and relatives who try to read hidden and deep meaning into what seems to me totally explainable and sometimes even superficial comments and actions. (Or, just as commonly, lack of comments and inaction.)
My modus operandi does tend to to non-analysis of stuff. Yet, how interesting: in putting together these posts, I've analyzed this dream way beyond what I normally would, only to discover it's rooted in good old reality.
Well, what are you thinkin'? Are you a "take it as it is" kind of person, or are you always looking for the hidden agenda?

About a frozen dead guy and malfunctioning 911

About the dream I'd just had. In the dream we had just gotten home from a trip. But the house we came home to was a weird combination of my childhood home and my present home. I went to the door in the walkout basement...it had three locks on it. The first two locks had been opened, but the third one was okay. I looked out the door window, to see a guy frozen just aside, like he'd been quick-frozen, as he'd been trying to break in.
There's a dead guy in our backyard! I hollered and ran upstairs. I started trying to call 911, feeling horrified that this dead man was just outside our door, and relieved that he had not broken in. I had no luck trying to get 911--either I got no answer, or I got a voice mail, or I got a wrong number.
I woke up frustrated!
Do you have weird dreams like this? Do you wonder just where in the world-inside-your-head they come from?
The 911 thing, I suspect. I called 911 early in the summer, on my way home from work, after almost running over two stray dogs. I got the wrong 911 system because I was very close to the county line, and my call had to get routed around to the right county.
But why dream of my old house? And why a frozen dead guy? And why the attempted break-in?Someone told me once that everyone in your dreams is...you. But how would I be that frozen dead guy?
Don't you wonder, why don't we dream of things we really want to happen? Like, I won the lottery and bought a vacation house on Lake Erie, or in Ft. Myers? Or, I wrote a best-seller and it's on display at B&N?
Oh no. I'm dreaming of Frozen Dead Guys in my old backyard.
Well, how about you? What dream did you wake up thinkin' about?