Someone I know is getting married soon. She will be married in her hometown hundreds of miles away and I am not invited. I'm fine with that. It was funny yesterday when I dreamed about being there for festivities. There was a large group of us women there and Quisha's invitation list was huge. The party was lavish, a buffet and waiters walking around distributing trays of wine before the actual ceremony.
Quisha provided bountiful gift bags for all of the women attending. It seemed there was no limitation on how much her parents were able to spend on this celebration. She was rude to us, though. When she saw us coming, she did not warmly greet us like the others. In fact, she averted her eyes away from us even though in the dream we were all invited. So we all picked up a grab bag, had a drink and some hors d'oeuvres and went on our way to another party that was down the way in another ballroom.
This dream went other places after the parties and we never got to the wedding. After I woke up, at first I was thinking this was just funny that I dreamed about her wedding in the first place. Later today, I thought more about it. Wedding dreams (more specifically, dreams about a wedding that was going to take place and never happened in my dreams) were one of two repeated dream symbols that compelled me to begin learning about dream symbolism!
Dreaming about attending a wedding is a bad omen that predicts an event in the upcoming future that will mess with progression, success and happiness. It might even bring on bitterness. In my previous experience, the dreams that were so repetitively different using the same symbolism were warning me about problems coming up. But the fact that I was never physically at the actual wedding was the key to let me know there would be events that would attempt to mess with my progression, success and happiness and that I would not be affected so much by them. At that time, I was just beginning to figure out symbolic meanings and how to understand them best. I had no clue what it really meant. Now this time, there are also major things happening in my life that are attempting to stress me out to the max. I had one another dream last month that was wildly assuring me of dangerous obstacles that I will survive and this wedding dream is added reassurance because the Divine knows I understand this dream for sure. As things have become more precarious each day that goes by, I feel so much gratitude for this understanding. Things are getting very tough for me; but I will be alright, my dreams are telling me so. Peace
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Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Fist Full of What?
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.
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.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
These Are Good Omens
Ok, so in order to explain the first part of this dream, in real life there was a somewhat evil supervisor (JJ) who thought he was working in a sweatshop and he had a problem with me since January or February and he finally found a way to get rid of me a couple of weeks ago. The week before that I had a day when I felt like somebody put drugs (the date rape pill?) in my coffee and it affected me really badly for about a day, so I'm REALLY glad I will never be returning to that temp job again.
So, I went to this job in a dream last night and when I got to my desk, I was speechless. I froze. I didn't know what to do because there on my desk was a bag of weed! It wasn't mine (so I thought) or at least I hadn't left it there. I tried to hide it anyway, but other people saw before I was able to and then JJ walked up to me with a plastic box with a whole bunch of bags of mj and a vase full of water and a bouquet of flowers. He said "I'm sorry you weren't feeling well, but I'm glad you're back to work. I don't ever want that to happen again, I want you always to have something to smoke, so here." He handed me the box and put the vase down and handed me the flowers. Then he said, "All of this is for you, and I'm really sorry about what happened."
In the dream, I thought to myself, he understood!
I got really flustered and put the flowers down on the desk. I opened the plastic box and I couldn't believe the amount of weed that he'd given me. It was worth hundreds of dollars. Thinking about this, (and nervous about the fact that everyone around was gawking at my work station), being my klutzy self, I knocked the vase of water over and it got a lot of one of the bags wet on the inside. Then, instead of one vase full of water being on my desk, there were two. I poured the water-saturated bag of mj into the vases and immediately it sprouted and grew into huge plants.
A woman I worked with helped me get it to my house. In the dream, I thought her name was Stephanie. She looked like another woman I used to work with, but later today I realized she also looks like one of Angel's friends. After we dropped the stuff at the house, she told me we were going to go to a party. I was changing my clothes and realized I needed to go to the kitchen to get something. Some other people came home while I was walking around naked. We were all doing our best to play it off, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, like they were asking me questions that I had to answer before I could go back to my room and put on some clothes, but I finally got that accomplished.
When we walked into the party, I was asking this woman why we were at this party where everybody was white people. I didn't want to be at a party full of white people. She looked at me like I was crazy and informed me this was not just a party full of white people and led me through the room, introducing me to people, getting a glass of wine for me, and kept on leading me around a corner where there was another room full of people and a high-backed recliner that was turned away from us until it spun around and in it was Angel. Smiling, she said, "Welcome to my party!"
Then I woke up.
So my consensus, at least about the first part of this dream, is that although it's a bit of a setback, I am going to have pleasing results that are so much better than what I was getting from that temp job that is no longer... and life is gonna be good in upcoming times. :)
So, I went to this job in a dream last night and when I got to my desk, I was speechless. I froze. I didn't know what to do because there on my desk was a bag of weed! It wasn't mine (so I thought) or at least I hadn't left it there. I tried to hide it anyway, but other people saw before I was able to and then JJ walked up to me with a plastic box with a whole bunch of bags of mj and a vase full of water and a bouquet of flowers. He said "I'm sorry you weren't feeling well, but I'm glad you're back to work. I don't ever want that to happen again, I want you always to have something to smoke, so here." He handed me the box and put the vase down and handed me the flowers. Then he said, "All of this is for you, and I'm really sorry about what happened."
In the dream, I thought to myself, he understood!
I got really flustered and put the flowers down on the desk. I opened the plastic box and I couldn't believe the amount of weed that he'd given me. It was worth hundreds of dollars. Thinking about this, (and nervous about the fact that everyone around was gawking at my work station), being my klutzy self, I knocked the vase of water over and it got a lot of one of the bags wet on the inside. Then, instead of one vase full of water being on my desk, there were two. I poured the water-saturated bag of mj into the vases and immediately it sprouted and grew into huge plants.
A woman I worked with helped me get it to my house. In the dream, I thought her name was Stephanie. She looked like another woman I used to work with, but later today I realized she also looks like one of Angel's friends. After we dropped the stuff at the house, she told me we were going to go to a party. I was changing my clothes and realized I needed to go to the kitchen to get something. Some other people came home while I was walking around naked. We were all doing our best to play it off, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, like they were asking me questions that I had to answer before I could go back to my room and put on some clothes, but I finally got that accomplished.
When we walked into the party, I was asking this woman why we were at this party where everybody was white people. I didn't want to be at a party full of white people. She looked at me like I was crazy and informed me this was not just a party full of white people and led me through the room, introducing me to people, getting a glass of wine for me, and kept on leading me around a corner where there was another room full of people and a high-backed recliner that was turned away from us until it spun around and in it was Angel. Smiling, she said, "Welcome to my party!"
Then I woke up.
So my consensus, at least about the first part of this dream, is that although it's a bit of a setback, I am going to have pleasing results that are so much better than what I was getting from that temp job that is no longer... and life is gonna be good in upcoming times. :)
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
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.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
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.
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.
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