Themes in Dreams

I'm sure you know by now that I have extra-ordinary dreams, life like and even sometimes continuations of dreams that I've had days, weeks or even months before.  It's like I live a different life when I'm dreaming, sometimes hoping that the dream world is real and this day-to-day grind is a nightmare I keep falling into.  What I like most about dreaming is being able to jump into the air and fly.  Flying has got to be my absolute favorite dream element.  It's supposed to mean you are happy.  Needless to say, I haven't had one in a long, long while because of the stress of the waking world.  One theme that has always been with me for as long as I can remember is having to have to go home after being away and having to have to pack all my belonging back up and get them on the plane/car/train home again.  But there is just too much stuff.  I bring volumes of books, my bird, all my make-up even though I only wear it in real life for a special occasion or when I'm going to get my picture taken.  The stress of finding a way to get it all back home again is often more than I can deal with and I'm stymied to do anything at all.  Last night, I'm happy to report that I was able to get everything home, even Sammy (my parrot) I secured in a zipped compartment on my carry on. 
This is what it means according to www.dreammoods.com

To dream that you are packing, signifies big changes ahead for you. You are putting past issues to rest or past relationships behind you. Alternatively, it represents the burdens that you carry.

To dream that you are packing, unpacking and packing and unpacking again, represents chaos in your life. You are feeling overwhelmed with the various things you are juggling in your life. You are carrying around too many burdens and need to let go. Consider what unfinished business you have to tend to. Try to resolve these issues so they can finally be put to rest.

My interpretation of the interpretation is since I'm packing to go home, and constantly packing and unpacking to repack to make more room for what I need to bring home would be that I've been away from my self too long and caught up in the chaos that is my life.  Home for me is writing, which was brought home with accuracy last year when I was doing National Novel Writing Month and I completed a novel in 30 days (actually more like 26).  Home for me is creating stories and blogging and doing projects that help me think in different angels and direction I never would have before.  That is home for me.  In my dreams I'm very covetous over my books, my writing items and, of course, Sammy.  I think it's telling me that I need to shed, both physically and emotionally, the things that really aren't that important to me getting back home.  Getting home, being a full time fiction writer, is the goal, not to tote all my excess baggage around with me until I'm too exhausted to do anything I deem of worth.

Yes, that is a picture of my parrot Sammy.  She's doing her "Pretty Girl" trick.