So first, we were in the streets. we were looking for people that we knew. there were a few get togethers going on. I was running around with Ingrid. Some of the people at various parties were also people from my past I have not seen a long time. Someone else was there, a female and I can't remember who she is right now. she was a white woman with medium short not quite to the shoulders brunette hair. We were at a street corner walking somewhere to the next party and she told us we were in South New Jersey and that Connecticut was on the other side of the street. She probably should have said Pennsylvania. (Cherry Hill / Philadelphia?) Either way, for some reason, I said not today, we need to stay in New Jersey.
We went to a place like a warehouse. It looked kind of gritty, with interior walls made of bricks and gray cinder blocks and a cement floor. Ingrid and some other women we're talking with me about renting the place to live in it. I wasn't really seeing that. However I was trying to imagine it, looking at the windows, seeing that they were frosted, ( all you could see through them was basically shadows and light), I I was trying to figure out how we would divide it into rooms and what kind of curtains I would put in my corner which had windows on two sides. the windows didn't match up, even the glass was different, so it would have to be a very funky design.
Somebody stole my pager. Ingrid asked me, "why do you still have a pager? Why don't you get a cell phone?"
"Girl, I've got a cell phone. I like my little pager, it is retro and a 2-way, and I wish I could only use it. These days though, you got to have a cell phone." However, my pager is valuable to me like antique watch and chain. it is an antique and I don't like the idea of it just walking off somewhere.
We stood around in a little gathering for quite a while talking about how we would decorate. there were tall tables with delicious food and good wine. we must have stayed there that night.
The next thing I remember in the Dream I was riding in a car an old Cadillac or Lincoln with leather interior I almost think it was a convertible because what happened is that my mother was driving I don't know where she came from (it was a dream anyway) she was driving on the highway and she went off the road driving up onto a grassy hill. The grass is green so that's a good omen. the only thing is that instead of recovering her steering, shield out the car to keep going up the hill way too far. eventually the car tips down the hill. I saw sky, blue with wisps of cotton candy clouds and then we started falling. I knew the tank was full and I expect we were going to explode because of how high up in the air we seem to be when we started falling. I said the Shema and expected to die. and then I woke up in a dream. I was sleeping next to ingrid in a room full of sleeping bags with other women including my mother and my sisters.
Immediately, Ingrid says,"you made a little P in your sleeping bag."
I looked around relieved, even though it was strange to be among this combination of people. I said well I guess this is better than being dead and then I told them about the dream.
My mother went in the kitchen and started making breakfast for everyone. In the midst of it she came out and told me I had a phone call she had already been talking to for a while.
Who is it?
She acted like a phone call was all good. However she told me it was a man who had tried before to ruined my life so badly. I had risen up above his oppressive moves, and resurrected myself like a phoenix. Did I really want to speak with this guy? Additionally, I always have to wonder how the hell does he have such synchronous radar to always know when I m in town or around my mother and her phone. I have to wonder if they're in cahoots.
She looked at me like I would be insane not to talk to him while I was looking at her thinking she was insane for thinking I would want to talk to him.
My mother handed me the phone after she told him here she is. The conversation was strange of course. even stranger was the fact that he had his mother on 3 Way. It was kind of like she was part of the explanation he was trying to give to me so she was telling the story about the other guy or woman (I can't remember), who had gone around attaining various peoples Social Security numbers and other personal information and between different pieces stories that she was telling, she would interject, now do you get it? Then he started asking me, do you get it?
I was not getting it. when I woke up I started thinking about it. maybe that guy was making new identities for people. Maybe someone else is me. I will be alright. No doubt, that ex is up to his normal no good dishonesty and lies about me again. I guess that says something after all these years. bitterness gets in the way. some people just can't get over what they f*** up.
The other thing I get from this dream is that I need to stay with what I'm doing for New Jersey.
The next morning I had another dream in which I was a passenger in a car my mother deliberately drove up a steep green grassy hill in order to turn the car around. (A 3-point turn would have been sufficient) I got out of the car before she drove downhill and I did not watch that part - I woke up. This seems to be the most prominent dream symbol I should be paying attention to.
