Maybe I've misbehaved too much in recent times to be blessed with many dreams. I see it's more than a year since the last time I shared here. I've really been well-behaved, considering all things. I prefer to believe I only remember dreams that grab my attention for important messages and my life has become mundane (frown face).
Suddenly 2 dreams of relevance, 2 mornings in a row.
1st dream: Best friend takes me on frustrating day of errands and travels, not well-planned, in true-life form. In the end, I knew there was an ulterior motive. We met with another woman who was planning a party for sometime too soon, like tomorrow. She wanted me to help cook for the party, for anticipated 180 guests. She could only afford rice, for sure.
Well, that's a prosperous dream omen, indicating life changes that will bring happiness and wealth. 18 is a super number in my perceived notions.
2nd dream: I've had similar dreams before. I feel the need to travel to an old house or apartment I rented and moved things into, but where I never lived. I'm going back to get belongings, which are always long gone. This time, I've grown beyond the dream. I thought it through in the dream, how much I would lose going back to collect my past. Much deeper waking meditation on this, but really that simple.
Monday, August 06, 2018
Sunday, June 04, 2017
Hello
It's been too deep for way longer than preferred.
Anyway, I dreamed about my ex-husband. He called me, sounding nervous in his voice, saying "This is your ex" (as if I wouldn't recognize his voice. It's not as if I need the clarification.
He began telling me about the woman he's now connected with. He said she works as a counselor. After 2 minutes, I knew it was a lie and my dream disconnected. I woke up.
When I first awoke, I wondered if he'd passed on. I often dream of him Sunday mornings though and I have a theory this happens because it's the only morning he most often has no work to wake up for. My ex and I have often connected in our dreams and I suspect he was also asleep dreaming of me. I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up saying, "she KNEW that was a lie! LOL
Anyway, I dreamed about my ex-husband. He called me, sounding nervous in his voice, saying "This is your ex" (as if I wouldn't recognize his voice. It's not as if I need the clarification.
He began telling me about the woman he's now connected with. He said she works as a counselor. After 2 minutes, I knew it was a lie and my dream disconnected. I woke up.
When I first awoke, I wondered if he'd passed on. I often dream of him Sunday mornings though and I have a theory this happens because it's the only morning he most often has no work to wake up for. My ex and I have often connected in our dreams and I suspect he was also asleep dreaming of me. I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up saying, "she KNEW that was a lie! LOL
Thursday, November 03, 2016
Hair in the Cheese
The order in my timing of having this dream and experiencing the meaning was immediate and it reminded me of another dream from decades ago with a similar level of disgust.
I woke up and a strange woman was in my bed next to me. There were at least 2 other mattresses set up as beds on the floor with other strangers sitting up in them, under their blankets.
The woman next to me told me her name and left for a minute. She brought back fried cheese for everyone. She threw mine at me. It landed on my blanket; however I would not have eaten it anyway because there was all kinds of fresh (not fried) hair from someone's head stuck in with the cheese. In my dream, I felt like crying. The day before (in wakened life) I told someone about my love for cheese; I have some with almost every meal. In the dream, it was obvious this woman was the opposite of a friend. She spoke to me as a bully would speak. She ruined my favorite thing
In the morning, directly following this dream, I wake up to a text notification from a woman pretending to be my husband, or at least taunting me with immature texts via his number.
Is it over though? Probably not, according to him and I don't know my answer yet.
What this reminds me of was a dream at the beginning of an extensively long on-and off relationship I had. While we were in bed sleeping together, in my dream we were at a lovely picnic in a beautifully lush park. A slimy pig ran through our picnic blanket and food, messing up everything. As I tried to catch the pig, it was greasy and gross, I felt disgusted and filthy as I did with the hairy cheese. With the pig dream, I woke up to someone pounding on the door. I got all the way to the door and my man told me ignore it. I thought about the dream, the pig, and the bad vibes I associate from pigs to begin with and let her continue knocking until she got bored with it. The next day, I had to clean off all of the grease she left on the door, I am not joking. I don't know if she was eating something greasy or if she was going mental running her hands through greased up hair (or that jheri-curl spray from the 1980s). That woman became my nemesis for way too long, he became a bigamist, and for the longest time I didn't know which one of us women was first, eventually finding proof I was actually the righteous first. But, that was a dilemma that rightfully gave the other woman the benefit of the doubt, a certain amount of respect and ultimate wisdom of knowing where to properly direct fault.
Lesson learned, I can't easily envision having myself in such dramatic situations at this age :)
I woke up and a strange woman was in my bed next to me. There were at least 2 other mattresses set up as beds on the floor with other strangers sitting up in them, under their blankets.
The woman next to me told me her name and left for a minute. She brought back fried cheese for everyone. She threw mine at me. It landed on my blanket; however I would not have eaten it anyway because there was all kinds of fresh (not fried) hair from someone's head stuck in with the cheese. In my dream, I felt like crying. The day before (in wakened life) I told someone about my love for cheese; I have some with almost every meal. In the dream, it was obvious this woman was the opposite of a friend. She spoke to me as a bully would speak. She ruined my favorite thing
In the morning, directly following this dream, I wake up to a text notification from a woman pretending to be my husband, or at least taunting me with immature texts via his number.
Is it over though? Probably not, according to him and I don't know my answer yet.
What this reminds me of was a dream at the beginning of an extensively long on-and off relationship I had. While we were in bed sleeping together, in my dream we were at a lovely picnic in a beautifully lush park. A slimy pig ran through our picnic blanket and food, messing up everything. As I tried to catch the pig, it was greasy and gross, I felt disgusted and filthy as I did with the hairy cheese. With the pig dream, I woke up to someone pounding on the door. I got all the way to the door and my man told me ignore it. I thought about the dream, the pig, and the bad vibes I associate from pigs to begin with and let her continue knocking until she got bored with it. The next day, I had to clean off all of the grease she left on the door, I am not joking. I don't know if she was eating something greasy or if she was going mental running her hands through greased up hair (or that jheri-curl spray from the 1980s). That woman became my nemesis for way too long, he became a bigamist, and for the longest time I didn't know which one of us women was first, eventually finding proof I was actually the righteous first. But, that was a dilemma that rightfully gave the other woman the benefit of the doubt, a certain amount of respect and ultimate wisdom of knowing where to properly direct fault.
Lesson learned, I can't easily envision having myself in such dramatic situations at this age :)
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Dead People: Real as Life
When I awoke from this dream, I remembered that before that dream I had been dreaming about someone else who has also left this earth. Now I can't remember that earlier dream or who it was.
In this dream, I was having a drink at a club. The music was subdued and the lights were dimmed. Prince was there. He recognized me from decades ago and we started talking about the old days. He said he'd always wanted to get to know me better but we'd never had the chance and wondering, what happened with that? Why did we never get together? (I was too shy. He was a Gemini. Those two reasons were enough for me, back in the day).
His eyes were always so penetrating if he wanted them to be and this time he had me mesmerized. He made his moves and unexpectedly for me, soon we were passionately kissing. It was way too hot of a dream. He wanted to get me into bed and I said I wanted to be wearing some special lingerie if I was going to be with him. He said he had some. I wanted my own. He said he would wait.
I drove to a mall in the same old favorite car I always drive in my dreams. (I always find that amusing). The mall was closing and most of the stores were already closed. Security wouldn't let me in even though the store I wanted to go to technically had about 15 more minutes to be open.
I began to drive back to my house, lamenting about the time. Suddenly in my dream, I remembered Prince wasn't even alive anymore. Was I being seduced by a ghost? This caused me to wake up and shudder. It's only been 6 months.
Intensely saddened all over again, I miss Prince. This morning, again I chastize myself for not trying harder to reconnect with him, at least musically or socially. Dreaming of the dead is often a warning. As I have told many this year many times, I would not be surprised if I am dead within this next year. When I woke up, my first thought was that he was calling me to the other side. When I thought of the other person in the dream before, I thought it more strongly. It took awhile to get back to sleep.
In this dream, I was having a drink at a club. The music was subdued and the lights were dimmed. Prince was there. He recognized me from decades ago and we started talking about the old days. He said he'd always wanted to get to know me better but we'd never had the chance and wondering, what happened with that? Why did we never get together? (I was too shy. He was a Gemini. Those two reasons were enough for me, back in the day).
His eyes were always so penetrating if he wanted them to be and this time he had me mesmerized. He made his moves and unexpectedly for me, soon we were passionately kissing. It was way too hot of a dream. He wanted to get me into bed and I said I wanted to be wearing some special lingerie if I was going to be with him. He said he had some. I wanted my own. He said he would wait.
I drove to a mall in the same old favorite car I always drive in my dreams. (I always find that amusing). The mall was closing and most of the stores were already closed. Security wouldn't let me in even though the store I wanted to go to technically had about 15 more minutes to be open.
I began to drive back to my house, lamenting about the time. Suddenly in my dream, I remembered Prince wasn't even alive anymore. Was I being seduced by a ghost? This caused me to wake up and shudder. It's only been 6 months.
Intensely saddened all over again, I miss Prince. This morning, again I chastize myself for not trying harder to reconnect with him, at least musically or socially. Dreaming of the dead is often a warning. As I have told many this year many times, I would not be surprised if I am dead within this next year. When I woke up, my first thought was that he was calling me to the other side. When I thought of the other person in the dream before, I thought it more strongly. It took awhile to get back to sleep.
Monday, October 03, 2016
What a Warning!
I woke from a terrible nightmare this morning. How strange it was. It took awhile to get rid of the terrible taste and convince myself that I was alright.
Terrible is the taste of crumbling dental materials.
The guy from the last dream I wrote about was trying to get me into bed. As tempting as that might have been, I was preoccupied. I had more than one dental crown slipping out of place. In wakened life, I only have one crown. Obviously, this could not have been appealing, so I was trying to hide that this was happening, wondering if I had some dental adhesive somewhere to do a quick fix. Of course, I was not going to be able to fix all of the crumbling bad taste that I needed to spit out. I was afraid to talk. I went to the bathroom and what came out of my mouth included 2 crowns and numerous fake fingernail tips.
I woke up with that gritty dental material taste, checking my teeth to make sure they still feel solid, convincing myself it was only a dream because I only have one crown.
Back to sleep, I returned to the same dream. His member was huge, erect and discolored. He told me that's what I did to him. He was mad at me for making him wait, and talking about leaving.
Covering my mouth, I tell him I am having a problem with my tooth and it's embarrassing; that my lack of action is not his fault. He got back into bed. Then, even though my mouth had been emptied of everything that didn't belong there, it re-materialized and I had that terrible-tasting gritty stuff floating around inside my mouth all over again. I returned to the bathroom to spit more of the same out into my hands.
Sometime in that dream, someone (can't remember who) started taking all of the sheets off the bed and then re-made the bed with the same.
When I woke up from this, it took at least an hour to get back to sleep.
The funny thing is that I have personally been on a rant about people who think me wrong for my blatant honesty. Although all of this fake stuff came from my mouth in the dream, is it really indicating dishonesty from others OR is it indicating too many people not trusting me?
Time will tell.
Almost always, it is a good omen for a woman to not dream of having sex. We did it, not :)
Terrible is the taste of crumbling dental materials.
The guy from the last dream I wrote about was trying to get me into bed. As tempting as that might have been, I was preoccupied. I had more than one dental crown slipping out of place. In wakened life, I only have one crown. Obviously, this could not have been appealing, so I was trying to hide that this was happening, wondering if I had some dental adhesive somewhere to do a quick fix. Of course, I was not going to be able to fix all of the crumbling bad taste that I needed to spit out. I was afraid to talk. I went to the bathroom and what came out of my mouth included 2 crowns and numerous fake fingernail tips.
I woke up with that gritty dental material taste, checking my teeth to make sure they still feel solid, convincing myself it was only a dream because I only have one crown.
Back to sleep, I returned to the same dream. His member was huge, erect and discolored. He told me that's what I did to him. He was mad at me for making him wait, and talking about leaving.
Covering my mouth, I tell him I am having a problem with my tooth and it's embarrassing; that my lack of action is not his fault. He got back into bed. Then, even though my mouth had been emptied of everything that didn't belong there, it re-materialized and I had that terrible-tasting gritty stuff floating around inside my mouth all over again. I returned to the bathroom to spit more of the same out into my hands.
Sometime in that dream, someone (can't remember who) started taking all of the sheets off the bed and then re-made the bed with the same.
When I woke up from this, it took at least an hour to get back to sleep.
The funny thing is that I have personally been on a rant about people who think me wrong for my blatant honesty. Although all of this fake stuff came from my mouth in the dream, is it really indicating dishonesty from others OR is it indicating too many people not trusting me?
Time will tell.
Almost always, it is a good omen for a woman to not dream of having sex. We did it, not :)
Monday, September 05, 2016
Heartbeats
Something happened before and I don't remember anything about it now. My dreams have been fleeting. Not sleeping well and waking up too fast, I lose it while I try grasping at the memory of dreams. Does it keep us from only getting the most important information? I believe that is so possible.
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Heartbeats
Something happened before and I don't remember anything about it now. My dreams have been fleeting. Not sleeping well and waking up too fast, I lose it while I try grasping at the memory of dreams. Does it keep us from only getting the most important information? I believe that is so possible.
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Sleeping in Beds in Strange Places
Yes, this is what it was all about this morning. Blatant, so many beds so many strange places, so many beds in strange places. Repetitively definite dream symbol.
I slept and woke up in so many different places, on a mattress that just kept changing places to be. Only one time did I physically move the mattress, from a storage space where I woke up 2 feet under a shelf that had things hanging down over me. I moved the mattress to an unoccupied room that had a swimming pool. I woke up in that room and my mattress had moved so that part of it was laid over the edge where the stairs went into the shallow end. It was amazing that I hadn't rolled over into the pool and drowned in my sleep, I exclaimed.
At some point in the dream I tried to catch a bus and the driver said the bus had been canceled because the original driver had been arrested and the new driver was just driving the bus back to the station. No passengers allowed
More sleeping and waking up in strange places. In the last place, there were 2 mattresses and O was sleeping next to me. We both had our clothes on; nothing sexy going on there. We woke up and were talking to each other as if there was no troubles between us and we heard B get home (so although we were not in a normal place, B was still with us getting home from work in usually predictable grumpy state of mind). I looked at O, I suddenly felt guilty for no reason and I said, and abruptly changed the subject. "He's going to know you're here. Do you have my money? B is going to want to know if you have my money."
Then I woke up.
I believe it is apparent I will hear from O soon. Will he have my money? I don't know. It is a good omen that he didn't give me money in the dream. As many strange beds as there were, MAYBE I will hear from other people who fall more under the classification as truly being "old friends".
I needed a good dream. Good predictions are the best (especially after they become fulfilled).
I slept and woke up in so many different places, on a mattress that just kept changing places to be. Only one time did I physically move the mattress, from a storage space where I woke up 2 feet under a shelf that had things hanging down over me. I moved the mattress to an unoccupied room that had a swimming pool. I woke up in that room and my mattress had moved so that part of it was laid over the edge where the stairs went into the shallow end. It was amazing that I hadn't rolled over into the pool and drowned in my sleep, I exclaimed.
At some point in the dream I tried to catch a bus and the driver said the bus had been canceled because the original driver had been arrested and the new driver was just driving the bus back to the station. No passengers allowed
More sleeping and waking up in strange places. In the last place, there were 2 mattresses and O was sleeping next to me. We both had our clothes on; nothing sexy going on there. We woke up and were talking to each other as if there was no troubles between us and we heard B get home (so although we were not in a normal place, B was still with us getting home from work in usually predictable grumpy state of mind). I looked at O, I suddenly felt guilty for no reason and I said, and abruptly changed the subject. "He's going to know you're here. Do you have my money? B is going to want to know if you have my money."
Then I woke up.
I believe it is apparent I will hear from O soon. Will he have my money? I don't know. It is a good omen that he didn't give me money in the dream. As many strange beds as there were, MAYBE I will hear from other people who fall more under the classification as truly being "old friends".
I needed a good dream. Good predictions are the best (especially after they become fulfilled).
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