
I feel silly for sharing, but I’m okay with my silliness.
I had a dream the other day… about the stock market.
Thanks to the wonders of Twitter, I was able to capture it. Not immediately, but nearly.
"Weird. Had (my first?) stock dream. Dreamed we went from Dow 8000 to Dow 7000 to Dow 8000 in the span of an hour or so. And I missed it!"
Thursday - below is my best approximation of the chart. I was more focused on the gaping hole in the middle than what was on the sides. The funny thing… Wednesday closed at 8282. Why 8000 and 7000? Do dreams only come with big, blocky numbers? My first thought was, "don’t get too hung up on the weird numbers." Yet it’s hard not to search for some meaning: directionally, proportionally, something. My overriding feeling that morning: I didn’t want to miss an opportunity. Ehh… I captured a small profit in the run-up, but sold before the real spike.

I had another dream the next day, but did not make time to log it in Twitter.

Friday - thanks to non-Twittering, I’m less precise with this graph than the last one. I know I was set to describe it as a "downward lightening bolt" because of the little jagged edge in the middle. I don’t think the graph extended very far. Certainly not all the way. It was too steep. Of course, everyone and their grandma was watching for fireworks on Friday, but I thought this was a weird start after the late run on Thursday. I got briefly excited by a drop midday, but I didn’t get excited enough to buy. I didn’t want to "let the axe murder stay the weekend" unless we hit a truly nasty bottom. I did not find out about the end-of-day drop until later.
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What to make of this?
First, it’s weird that I’m dreaming in stock charts. I’ve spent more time the last three weeks changing diapers than thinking financially. This would have made far more sense in October. Back then, I was trying to follow the financial situation like a heat-seeking missile. Why now? Second, I’m trying to be more active in my "mini maniac" trading account, for several reasons, but I don’t know if this helps or hurts me. I certainly don’t think this has any predictive value. However, I think this could be an interesting opportunity to interact with my subconscious. IF this ever happens again. If I was superstitious (I’m not), I’d prepare by changing a lot of diapers and get as sleep deprived as possible. Who knows. I have a blank template ready, just in case.
really random stuff:
Okay, time to get up off the proverbial psychologist couch…
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