What Was I Wearing?

I don't know why people kept offering me money. Receiving money in a dream is a bad sign meaning material loss in real life. This was a terrible dream however otherwise mysterious.

We were living in an apartment or hotel in a downtown area. I do not know what city I was in. There were plenty of people speaking English, but in one part of the dream, I was walking downtown and thinking to myself that I was in the same city as a friend who lives in Japan and asking myself why I wasn't headed in the opposite direction to visit her. It didn't look like Tokyo.

When I came back to the building where we stayed, I looked some stairs that looked impossible for me. The stair was too high in one place and at that part of the stairs was a part that had no railing, no support and I was afraid I would fall. I asked this woman for assistance as in, is there an elevator somewhere so this would be easier? She tried to give me a couple hundred dollars and I told her I wasn't asking for money. I just had ms and I didn't trust myself climbing these stairs, and just as I was defending her generosity, my words started slurring (something that happens every once in awhile, darn it!). She acted like I was just to proud to take money and shying away after I'd asked for assistance and held the money out to me again. Then I convinced her to go to the stairs to see the gaping space I was talking about and although she told me about the elevator and where it was, INSTEAD she helped me realize that it was just an optical illusion, the stairs were not really a problem at all. (Going up stairs, especially accomplishing something seemingly insurmountable, IS A GOOD SIGN.)

Husband had gone out to do something and he was supposed to be coming right back. A funny part of the dream was about the cats. There were more than my cats in the suite and I was trying to get all of the ones who didn't belong out of there. There were 2 doors, one going to the hallway and one going outside to the porch that was pretty cool, but where those other cats belonged would be a wonderous mystery. Out the door that went outside, it was on a level that was also a part of a beautifully multilcolored bridge that was mostly in primary colors. While putting the cats outside, I realized there was a cat who had prematurely started having kittens. Another bad sign.

Anyway, I got all of the unwelcome cats out and left them to deal with what had been left outside. I went inside, washed my hands, got a glass of water and some pills, smoked a stick and looked outside at the pretty colors and the city scene, then I gathered some things together and got ready to go back out into it.

I ran into the woman who had helped me up the stairs. She wanted to show me where the elevator was. She wore a nametag as if she worked there at the building. Maybe she was on her break when I asked about the elevator the first time. In the process of showing me, she took me to another floor where she was going, offering to buy me a drink. I told her I didn't drink. She said, "Let me show you this place anyway."

The place was called "Durty Sallie's" but it wasn't like the bar I am familiar with that has the same name. This place was a strip club. I was introduced to Sallie and also to some secretly kept personal satisfaction devices in the dressing room area that were very strange contraptions that I will refrain from describing. They offered that I could try these things out, but really it all looked like too much, not to mention the question of were these things really kept hygenically clean and if they were, would the germ-killers be harmful?

Sallie offered me a drink on the house and I told her also that I do not drink and I would be on my way. It was now dark out and I realized I had spent much more time than I had planned to. I thanked her for her hospitality and then she tried to give me money. I handed it back to her. The older authentically Irish woman with bottle strawberry blond hair said, "It's dark out, honey. You'll need this." She tucked the wad of cash in my jacket pocket and turned and walked away so that I wouldn't be able to hand it back again. " Be safe, honey," she said and then started talking to 2 dancers who had just come in from the stage.

Then I went outside in search of something to eat. The bridge that I mentioned earlier spread over the major part of the city's downtown area. It was wide and only meant for pedestrian traffic, food booths, a few carnival-type rides and attractions here and there, restaurants and bandstands. It was beautiful and passed over an area where some of the oldest hotel buildings with ornate architecture could be seen. I got something to eat and sat at an empty table where a band was playing. These 2 guys started talking to me and it was obvious they had ulterior motive about themselves. Time was passing quickly and husband hadn't called me asking where I was. Still, I needed to get home and these guys were bugging me. The stretch of bridge that I had to walk back over was emptying of people and I was afraid these guys were going to try to get me someplace deserted. But I had to brave it and as I did return down the bridgeway, I was kept safe.

I saw someone getting robbed down on the street below and I realized it was now very late and most of the people still out were a bit dangerous-looking. The bridge exit to my building had stairs going down to the street level. After seeing the knifepoint robbery, I decided to go another way. Along the way, I saw a photoshoot in progress. Now, it was about 4am and they were obviously doing this in the middle of the night to avoid being a public spectacle. The person they were photographing was Marie Osmond. (It's funny that she would be in my dream because I am not a fan or a non-fan and she is pretty much insignificant to my lifetime or recent thoughts.) Since I was right there and obviously not a part of their production, I introduced myself (they had just finished the shoot) and we hugged! (strange) Then she gave me $40 dollars and her friendly mood abruptly changed to one that basically looked tired and/or disgusted.

Apparently, that was more than I could take, because I then awoke wondering, why were all of these people giving me money? What was I wearing? Did they think I was homeless or what?

Ghosts

Very scary, one of those dreams that I would wake up from and then go back to sleep and the same continued dream was right back in progress again. Ghosts, not all resembling the same person, some appearing where reflections should be, some just in the way and it seemed like they were trying to pull me into their world. I kept trying to escape. One ghost was in the form of a kitchen tool on top of a refrigerator and it attempted to grasp my arm and pull me behind the refrigerator. Another time, I had to go to a party where the entry was on a second floor landing that was unguarded from the floor below. A bad spirit was trying to push me off, but I moved out of the way quickly enuf to avoid the fall. Instead another woman was taken by surprise and fell. Did she die? I don't know. I woke up. But then again, I went back into another place where the ghosts were still trying to get my attention and take me into their place of being.