Sometimes Dreams Go All Over The Place

So I say this with caution: Sometimes dreams do go all over the place, one minute your in one place and the next it's something completely else. I can't exactly remember what order any of this went in, I just remember it was all so very disturbing.

I was offered a job as a Spa Director, presumably for a place I had worked before (except for the fact that in real life I have never worked there). The woman who used to run this place was someone in real life who used to run another company I worked at for a minute, however in the dream, she had relinquished her position and quit. That was one of the reasons they wanted me back.

In the dream, I was having problems deciding what I was wearing to get there. There was also a dilemma of shoes. This place was nearby and it would have been simpler to walk, I wore walking shoes, and later realized I was going to have to get on a bus anyway because there was a part of the street where people were tearing up the sidewalk. I almost considered changing into something that would go better with heels and finally decided against changing at all.

Taking the bus, I was still going to have to do the majority of the walk because the bus stops were about 2 blocks away in both directions. I could walk up a hill or walk down only a slight hill. I didn't take the hill and the driver let me off early. Then I had to jaywalk and only walk past a few shops before I got to my new job. As I went in, I suddenly felt overdressed.

Girl dreams! HAHA

Then it got more serious.

There was a part where I was being hurried up by people, there were others who joined or were herded in with us. It was random, but it reminded me of primary school, everybody stay in line, please. I could not stay in there lines. I kept running off and exploring. The building was new. I lifted a key to a bathroom we passed. This was supposed to be my new home. There were people I have known there and people I have never met. Funny, I felt like I was in Orange County, California and later it was stated that we were indeed there in Orange County and we were on Beach Blvd. Derrick and I escaped off of the property, we went to a convenience store to get something to eat because we realized it was going to be all cafeteria food at this place. I realized it was not going to be kosher and there was no choice to have a kosher part of the building to live in. (not that the convenience store was kosher... it's a dream and does not have to make sense.

Then we went off in another direction as if we were not going back. We ran into a gang. SS was there, high on crack with a bunch of thugs. One of them grabbed me and they were trying to scare me. I just kept smiling, almost like I was a madwoman. Some other guy had a meat cleaver he was brandishing. They grabbed my hair like they were going to chop it off. Another guy threateningly zipped his finger across his throat and people laughed. Meanwhile, they were seriously pulling at my hair and trying to make me scream, but I wouldn't scream. Instead I just had this lunatic smile on my face. They chopped my hair off and I turned around smiling at them and asked, "Are you happy now?"

Derrick was impatiently yelling, "Come on!" as he was acting like he was going to run off and leave me alone. It had dawned on him that we didn't really know the neighborhood and he thought we will probably be better off where we were. I dreaded that if we went back to that place we were never going to get back out of there. I went back with him anyway, and I don't know why.

The other really bothersome remembrance that I have from this morning's dreams is that I was rising up into the sky, I couldn't help myself but to keep going up, I could not slow myself down. I was looking down at my cat. She was also rising up into the sky below me. She wasn't rising as quickly and I did not want to lose her. I called to her and it was like there was an invisible string between us, holding us together and it was getting longer to make up for the increasing distance, but I was trying to bring her closer anyway. The Shekhinah was drawing us upward, I remember that feeling and trying to explain this to my cat.

This is the second dream I have had about me feeling like I am dying, living in this house. And in real life, at present, the owners of this house I live in are allowing SS to stay here because he has "serious problems". Oy!