Travelling & 3rd Floors

Husband and I were travelling. SUPPOSEDLY, we were in a city of a small foreign country somewhere in Asia. Several friends were travelling on this vacation with us. There were almost always many people present in the dream. But there were a few times in the dream when I would go off exploring by myself or it would just be Husband and me, or a few of our friends would be with us exploring. For whatever reason, there were many houses and buildings we visited where we would end up on the 3rd and 4th floors of the building. Sometimes I was supposed to be going to the 3rd floor and I would end up going to the 4th instead. In one building, there were only 3 floors and I went to go up all the way to the roof or the service attic. Husband had to help me down because I was scared to descend. In the dream, I never saw myself going back down any stairs or ladders and this is a good omen.

There was a festival going on with much partying and activity in the streets. Suddenly we became very aware of people trying to steal from tourists. I found myself looking through a telescope at the ocean and across the harbor I found myself seeing Hermosa Beach Pier. We had been ripped off anyway. We were not in a foreign country. We had been tricked into believing we had traveled abroad and we were really in Long Beach, California! HAHAHAHAHA! This was ultimately good though, because this way we knew we could get out of this little part of the city and get on to someplace familiar really fast.

(P.S. - There really isn't presently a way to see Hermosa Beach from Long Beach. Palos Verdes would have to crumble before this would be remotely possible, I know... It was a dream :) nobody said it had to make sense!)

This dream was very significant with a meaning BECAUSE in part I had never completely understood the meaning of the haunted 3rd floors that were consistent in my nightmares concerning mansions with 3 or 4 floors, beginning in the 1980s. There had been so many of the dreams with 3rd floors that were so haunted no one could even inhabit the entire 3rd floor, I have lost count. Husband even felt this dream. Before we moved, he warned me we couldn't move to a 3rd floor apartment, telling me I would be like the lady in a horror movie I should remember. I have searched the internet for this movie and I don't believe it exists. All of these 3rd floor nightmares I had were warnings that I should not go up to the attic in the house we moved from. There were evil people who had hidden up there various times and so many times I had been curious, I never ventured all the way up there. I had escaped the danger. The dream I had last night in emphasized that all of the 3rd floors were safely unhaunted.

Best Friend Moves To San Antonio

"Since you can't get yourself moved to Minneapolis as of yet, we just decided we would move down here for a year or so until you can move back up with us." Not only had she and her beau moved here, she brought her mother, her son and some other guys (family and; friends). They already had an apartment here and it was a totally wonderful surprise for me,

And well, at least it was just a dream, because in real life there are many people who get here thinking it's going to be good  then they get caught in the undertow of all the oppression, finding it practically impossible to make a way to escape back out of here.

The men went to do something else while I showed her The River Walk. It began raining, a soaking spring shower, a la San Antonio. We were on a covered veranda up over the water. There were many trees around us. It was the driest place to be, thus there was no reason to go elsewhere during this massive shower. We smoked a joint & she called someone to come pick us up, but they got lost so it took awhile. We ended up walking over to a little shopping area after the rain let up. It was there that I realized I had changed purses & forgotten many things in my old purse.

They had a loft on an upper floor of an old office building that had been renovated into lofts. The buzzer was VERY LOUD and when we arrived upstairs, Best Friend's mother announced that the industrial-sounding buzzer will be disconnected, so nobody had better depend on using it. We discovered that they had moved only a few blocks away from where we lived. Everything was very pleasant.

Another Mansion

There was another recent dream I had that IS significant of some good to come, as far as dream symbolism is concerned. (ACTUALLY, so is the last symbolism mentioned as far as that goes) I was looking for a room to rent. The ad had mentioned 3 rooms to rent and the address ended up being this HUGE historic mansion, complete with a Proper Name engraved in stone laid into the brickwork. There were SO MANY bedrooms, all decorated very nicely with beautiful colors, all splendidly neat and cleaned, beautiful bedspreads and curtains with nice cozy sitting areas. There were many other amenities and great rooms in the mansion and I was becoming overwhelmed by the tour. I asked the person who was showing me around, didn't the ad just advertise 3 bedrooms? ~~~ He sniffed like he was hoity-toitier than I and said with very gay enunciation, "There are only 3 bedrooms for rent. The rest are already rented. You couldn't possibly think they would all be in the same part of the mansion.

Well, ok... But, I DID wonder why everyone living there had left the doors to their rooms open. I did not rent a room. As I left, I looked strangely at the building's name engraved in stone, but I sure don't remember the name it was called.

Crazy, Calamitous Work

I haven't been remembering the dreams I've been having recently, for the most part. These are the things that are repetitive in what I remember: Crazy, calamitous work! Today, we were traveling from office to office. There are always many different people in these recent dreams that I can't ever remember much else about.

The House Was Just GONE

I had to go somewhere and it was just calamitous. Margie drove me home. My cell wasn't working correctly, we had been at some kind of convention I think. I only remember there were many different occasions of various people and places in a big building like a convention center atmosphere. My cane ALSO had a builtin cellphone! So convenient it was not, but at least the phone worked everywhere I tried to use it. I don't know why we did not notice right away; Margie drove away before I noticed and she had to go somewhere else that was important. She was late. My neighborhood didn't look the same, but the corner house where we lived was gone. Only the foundation remained. I saw one of my neighbors, it was either Gloria or Yolanda, and I asked her "What happened to our house?" She said the bank took it away. "With all our stuff?"

"Yes", she confirmed. The house had not been demolished, just towed away like a repossessed car.

I wandered off, trying to figure out how I would explain this to my husband. We had lost everything, including our house and everything in it. I kept trying to call the owner of the property, but he wouldn't answer and it was difficult to walk and try to use my canephone at the same time. I just knew he was never going to answer his phone.

The Apology - Los Ojos

The male I first gave the name "Los Ojos" visited me in a dream this morning. He apologized sincerely and completely, for everything bad he has put me through. For some unknown reason, in the same dream I felt compelled to relate this to my husband. Husband despairingly said, "I guess you are going to get married to him now." I looked at him wierdly and said, "How can I do that? I'm married to you."

A BiG Crowded House

It was a long wierd dream, complicated as a migraine trance. Many of us were in a big mansion. Maybe it was Ms. H's mansion. I don't know. The sisters from up the street were there too. The main thing was it was crowded and I was forever forgetting which floor I was on and getting lost in the house. Not that getting lost was a big problem because it wasn't. This dream was jumping around to different cities, too. The ladies dropped a thief off in a parking lot where the police were supposed to meet us to pick the guy up, but the thief got away. Next thing I know, I was in Hawthorne, CA trying to decide which way I was going to go on the bus. It was like I was going to go and get something to eat and a Popeye's Chicken conveniently materialized itself to be just 2 blocks away from me on Hawthorne Blvd! What a deal! So I decided to go and get some chicken instead of getting the bus, but not too long after that, I was back in the big house. It was almost like we were all sheltering ourselves there. I wonder if some of these dreams are warning me that we are going to have a bad flood here sometime soon.

6/19/2006 - An Update:
2 days ago, I discovered my psychic abilities to still be mind-blowing, even to myself. I haven't been in Hawthorne, CA since 1992 & there was no Popeye's Fried Chicken on Hawthorne Blvd & El Segundo Blvd at that time. I was always going to the Popeyes on Rosecrans. In a job related task on Saturday, I was looking at Yahoo Maps for somebody living in that area & discovered NOW THERE IS A POPEYE'S WHERE I DREAMED IT WAS!!!!!! I guess I will never cease being amazed about things like this.

Dreaming of Minneapolis

Dreams of moving to Minneapolis: In all of the time I have been contemplating this move, I really only remember parts of just 4 dreams that I've had about the subject. Sometimes I worry because Husband has not been in any of these dreams. I pray this lack of him in my Minneapolis dreams does not mean he will not make it there with me. Best friend had a dream of us both coming into town and arriving at her house in a cab laden with trunks and suitcases, arriving in a loud argument. (that sounds so natural, it could happen).

In the 1st dream that I recall, Best Friend, her daughter and I were all walking in a river. There were many people walking in the river. Most of us had suitcases we were carrying and there were trunks being pushed in the water by various people as we waded through the water. I thought I had lost all of my things, but they all made it safely. We made it safely. There was a lady who said she goes through this thing every year. We went to a hairdresser. Best friend's daughter had long hair. They tried to put chemicals in our hair and we both said "No way!" We went to my empty new apartment and there was this nice little room that Best Friend's daughter commented about, saying "This will make a very nice sitting room."

In another dream, I am walking in the middle of a city, carrying a suitcase. I look across the street and I see my cat with a backpack! It was the cutest sight, but I was tremendously happy to see her. She came to me and we went inside what looked like an ugly building from the outside. Inside, it was a lovely apartment complex with 3 pools and other smaller ponds or wading pools. My apartment was nice and it looked like we had a pool in our own little patio area.

Another dream is very faint in my memory. I just remember Best Friend's Daughter was the hero and she saved my day.

The 4th dream I just had this last morning. I was supposed to be working at a temp job. Instead, I ended up playing hookey with the temp agency because Prince was there at my job and he wanted me to help him out in the studio. Of course, considering my ambitions are more musical than clerical, I did not refuse.

The Game Show Dream

For a long while I have been contemplating this dream blog, to have a new dream journal and the dream that I had this morning causes me to be able to wait no longer to do this.

I woke up this morning glad that I woke from the dream I was having because it was one of those long and frustrating dreams. It was like for each of the normal tasks I usually go about in day-to-day life, before I could do these things I had to play and win a game. It was exhausting and stressful. Monty Hall from "Let's Make a Deal" was the gameshow host, but that wasn't the gameshow I was on. The gameshow was my life, complete with an audience.

Perhaps the most relevant part of this dream is that although winning the games was difficult, I persevered and went on to the next challenge. This hopefully is foreboding of successes despite all of these huge obstacles that I face.

This game concept in my dreams is interesting. It's the second time a game aspect in regard to chores or tasks has shown up in my dreams. In the first dream, in order to get into the grocery store, we all had to play a video game and win it before we could get in. If we couldn't win the game, we had to wait in line to play again.

I mean, living life and getting grocery shopping done are very important things. You just have to keep playing the game until you get it right, and the sooner you get it right, the better off you are.

Such is life, eh?