The Slap

I need to get this on the blog and out of my mind (for now). I know I will come back to read it later, but I hope to clear my mind for now and also need to remember the symbolism.

It starts out, I was walking down a big street in San Antonio. I was pushing something with wheels in front of me, maybe one of those little shopping baskets people can take on buses. I began to cross the street, jaywalking. I looked behind me and the cars at the light were at a stop. When I faced forward again, I see two young women crossing in front of me, wearing backpacks and maybe sleeping mats or sleeping bags on their backs. The longer I looked at them, I became aware they wore no clothes! It shocked me into a standstill. Suddenly I realized I heard a difference in traffic, looked behind me and went back to the side of the street I started from.

When I finally made it to the homeless shelter, I took a seat in the waiting room. To my left were a series of short shelves open to the other side, some shelves held containers of food. Somebody placed a container on the top shelf next to me and then came back with another container that went into the shelf underneath that.

I could not see the person on the other side, but I asked, "What is that?"

They said, "It's warmed milk."

I saw women with babies sitting in the waiting room and thought maybe it was for one of them. However, I asked anyway, "For what?"

They said it was for the soup. I figured I must be sitting in the wrong chair, so I moved. I walked out of there and went to a bar. Husband and I were drinking beer, standing and talking because it was crowded with people. There was a contest for a diamond ring and Husband won the contest! From out of nowhere, a dark-haired woman walked up to us, looking at him smiling, saying she knew he was going to give her the ring, right? She asked him if he wanted to go out in the back alley and do some kissy-kissy.

I looked at her like she was crazy and asked her if she was talking about having a threesome because he wasn't going nowhere without me (not that I really would have participated in a threesome). She slapped me! Then I walked away. (that was pretty stupid, right?) I was mad and I decided I wasn't going to go home. I didn't want to be there when he finally decided to show up. I walked toward a bus stop and saw a bus approaching. Scrambling to get enough change (for Metro Transit prices), I realized I had no idea where I was planning to go. I thought about going to Ingrid's house, but she would be in another state. Before I had the chance to do anything else stupid, I woke up and laughed because my arm was posed as if I was holding on to a pole on the bus.

Really strange dream the other morning! (When aren't dreams strange?)

I was in a setting with Vincent Irizarry and Walt Willey. It was as if they were interviewing me, although I don't know if we were being televised, if there was an audience or if it was just the 3 of us in a room alone. They were jovially asking me so many questions. Some of them were a bit prying and personal, but the vibe was comfortable and fun. In fact, some of the questions and answers were a bit humorous, which is what caused me to wonder if we were in a show after I woke up and thought about the dream. One of the funny questions was when Walt asked me if I liked to wear t-shirts. Then he said Susan likes t-shirts. In the end, they both told me I was ready to find my husband and that I would find the right man to be in my life.

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.