Just in case you didn't know, according to dream folklore, if you lose money in your dreams, the opposite is supposed to happen.So I should be gaining some money soon with these dreams.
In my first dream, I was working for Clint Eastwood, with some others. I don't remember what we were doing. In my recollection, it seems like we were doing something repetitive like putting packages together, stuffing envelopes or something similar. We were by the beach. An old friend of mine who is originally from Hawaii, a woman I have not seen in decades was there. She had binoculars and we were looking out on the ocean at an expanse of land I never knew about. She said Sepulveda Blvd continued on out that way. Obviously geography had changed a bit. My old friend told us she was going to move back to Hawaii.
When we finished doing our work for Clint, he didn't pay us with money. He gave us all a bunch of old papers that he said were worth more than money. However, none of us payees could see any value in this and he took off away from us fast, leaving us all to feel like we were robbed.
In my second dream, I was supposed to be on my way to a party. First, I was walking into a shopping mall. There was a group of about five men ahead of me, looking back at me. One of them told the others, "She's ugly. She's the one we should kill. We'll be doing the world a favor.
Okay, so instead of doing what most people would probably do, I tried to follow them. Apparently having been around Clint Eastwood gave me some extra chutzpah? Maybe I was carrying my own weapon. The fact that I followed them, maybe it scared them because they disappeared. That didn't stop me from looking for them.
So , I walked into a place that was a restaurant and bar, and Vincent Irizarry shows up in my dreams again. (strange). He grabs my hand and says, "come with me, I need you to help me". His deal was to organize a quick sale of "chances" for a raffle. We sold chances, probably to everyone in the place, and then we did the drawing. He disappeared. I announced the winner's name, she came up on stage with me. I looked for the prize money and I couldn't find it. I found Vincent's wallet (which was full of cash) and he quickly came back to get it and then took off again. We never found the winner's money. Thankfully there was not any kind of ruckus and she was nonchalant about things.
After all of that, I remembered there was this party I was supposed to go to. I was late. I couldn't find the fancy restaurant where the party was supposed to be in time to be there. There was an almost hidden entry to get into the elevator that took people up to this restaurant. By the time I got there, I was a day late, and of course the party was over. There was a money-minded hostess who waited at the top as soon as I exited the elevator. She started talking about the curry special and the price of the house wine. Prices were as sky-high as the penthouse floor where the restaurant was located. I told her I had to go to the ladies room first to freshen up. While I was in there, I re-acquainted myself with the fact I did not have much money. Then I realized it was Sunday and I had no idea how I was going to get home. Apparently I lived somewhere with limited public transportation. I went back down the elevator, but then an unknown man got on the elevator after it got back to the ground floor and he wouldn't let me get out. I had to ride back up to the top with him, he insisted. We traveled back up and then I woke up.
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Saturday, September 28, 2013
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Rising
I was at a large beautiful house that (in the dream) I believed to belong to B and D but I am not sure. They were there with their children, my favorite uncle was there with my aunt and I was there. B & D received a check for $75,000.00 and it was a joyous day for celebration. I was going up stairs, and then for awhile there was an incline with bars that I had to pull myself upward with. In this dream, I never saw myself going back down, even though after I went up there was a time that I was back on the main floor because everyone was welcoming Shabbat with a song and a walking procession going in a circle around the living room and I joined in with them all. (This is a strange part of the dream, considering all of them are Christians.) Later, I had to go up again. As I was pulling myself up the incline again, I wished that maybe I could be helped with some of that money. After I had that thought, I heard my uncle saying, "she is suffering very badly." When I reached the upper floor, I saw down through some opening that wasn't really a window that viewed a downstairs toilet. (???) (All of the dream was good symbolism except I don't understand the toilet.)
The dream then jumped to us being outside and my cat kept escaping outdoors, also. I went to see a building where my new restaurant was going to be. The building was sky-high and the floor for my future restaurant was still occupied by another tenant. My cat followed me there and I had to take something up to the top floor of the building and re-fold it. I did not see myself go back down from the top in the dream.
Once again we were back at the yard of the beautiful house and my cat had escaped outside again. This time, she went bounding across the yard to a neighboring home where there was a swimming pool in the backyard. I could not run to chase her, but two of B's children went running after her.
The dream then jumped to us being outside and my cat kept escaping outdoors, also. I went to see a building where my new restaurant was going to be. The building was sky-high and the floor for my future restaurant was still occupied by another tenant. My cat followed me there and I had to take something up to the top floor of the building and re-fold it. I did not see myself go back down from the top in the dream.
Once again we were back at the yard of the beautiful house and my cat had escaped outside again. This time, she went bounding across the yard to a neighboring home where there was a swimming pool in the backyard. I could not run to chase her, but two of B's children went running after her.
Friday, July 11, 2008
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?
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?
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