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.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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?
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.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Punch
2 nites ago I had a short visual dream of this woman I did not recognize at the time getting ready to punch me in the face. I thought she was going to rob me. Instead, I did not feel the punch. It never really hit ME. I guess I was supposed to grasp that part of things in the dream. Anyway, I remember feeling like I returned the punch with a very mean expression on my face and basically that was it. It was over and I was unharmed.
Later last evening, I'm wondering if Husband had same dream. He says he is worried someone might punch me out and rob me. Out of the blue he suddenly has this worry. Sometimes we do have that psychic connection, less often than I would prefer, but it's still there. So I think, maybe he had the same visual from a different perspective in dreaming it. Maybe he didn't see that I had not been harmed. I still wondered, who was that woman.
Today, I met that woman. :) She has a record for assault, but she is presently mad at someone else & was talking about how she was going to punch out this other woman who has been making many people mad, like it's her goal to make people try to fight with her. Was I having a very "Medium" moment. (or was it more like a "That's So Raven" moment? Hehehe!) Could it be that I was really seeing something from someone else's perspective in my dream? I am feeling totally awed by some of the strange things that can happen.
Later last evening, I'm wondering if Husband had same dream. He says he is worried someone might punch me out and rob me. Out of the blue he suddenly has this worry. Sometimes we do have that psychic connection, less often than I would prefer, but it's still there. So I think, maybe he had the same visual from a different perspective in dreaming it. Maybe he didn't see that I had not been harmed. I still wondered, who was that woman.
Today, I met that woman. :) She has a record for assault, but she is presently mad at someone else & was talking about how she was going to punch out this other woman who has been making many people mad, like it's her goal to make people try to fight with her. Was I having a very "Medium" moment. (or was it more like a "That's So Raven" moment? Hehehe!) Could it be that I was really seeing something from someone else's perspective in my dream? I am feeling totally awed by some of the strange things that can happen.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Wha?
That's what I said when I finally remembered this dream. For about 4 hours before I remembered, I kept remembering I'd had such a strange dream about a man, trying to remember who the man was & what was so strange about this dream? All of the sudden, I remeber it was VAR the MIC. We were having dinner in a very nice restaurant, formal dress. Suddenly he is under the table and doing pleasurable things, very nicely. Just as suddenly, he abruptly gets up and on his feet, leaving me alone to run off with 3 or 4 gay guys! It was utmost craziness, considering how not-gay this man is.
Wondering what this means regarding my job? I think it happened already, it's about changes and money, but I believe it's all going to work out fine... (unless something else happens). I believe this was definitely in the average category of symbolic dreams that are omens of things in the next few days and; that has come and gone, pardon the pun.
Within a couple months time, the man abruptly left the company for a much better job, according to what I heard.
Wondering what this means regarding my job? I think it happened already, it's about changes and money, but I believe it's all going to work out fine... (unless something else happens). I believe this was definitely in the average category of symbolic dreams that are omens of things in the next few days and; that has come and gone, pardon the pun.
Within a couple months time, the man abruptly left the company for a much better job, according to what I heard.
Friday, August 10, 2007
The First Man I Wanted To Marry
He's always in my heart, but he broke my heart several too many times by refusing my love, with fearful arguments always ending up making him too old for me in his mind. It's so painful to think about him. I started loving him at way too young an age, but I never have stopped feeling the affections that I have felt for him for so many decades.
But I haven't dreamed about him in a long time. In what seemed to be a morgue, he was supposedly in one of the drawers and they wanted me to look at him, but he had been put in the drawer upside down. I didn't want to look because his head was all messed up.
The symbolism in this dream is calling attention to the fact that there is something I have been avoiding to see and I need to pay attention to it. I continue to wonder is it him? Do I need to just accept his head is messed up and that is why we have not been together? Am I supposed to pursue this before it is too late? After all, he is a bit older than I.
Considering calling him, but lost with what to say.
But I haven't dreamed about him in a long time. In what seemed to be a morgue, he was supposedly in one of the drawers and they wanted me to look at him, but he had been put in the drawer upside down. I didn't want to look because his head was all messed up.
The symbolism in this dream is calling attention to the fact that there is something I have been avoiding to see and I need to pay attention to it. I continue to wonder is it him? Do I need to just accept his head is messed up and that is why we have not been together? Am I supposed to pursue this before it is too late? After all, he is a bit older than I.
Considering calling him, but lost with what to say.
Friday, January 05, 2007
A New Apartment Somewhere & More Flooding
Recently, I have been dreaming about a new apartment somewhere. I don't know where geographically it is. Interestingly, what is outside of the apartment changes a bit. The indoor structure is consistent in every dream. The living room is the part of the apartment most featured in my dreams, altho I have been in the kitchen also. I have also been outside in one of the dreams. There is a sliding glass window and several other large windows facing toward water, either a lake or ocean, in two of these dreams. In a 3rd dream, it looked out to a beautiful and clean cityscape and there was a ramp that led down to the main streetlevel. In the first dream the ramp outside the big windows went around the back to a stairway that went down to a swimming pool & actually, in that dream I thought I was at a hotel or a resort. IN ALL THESE DREAMS, the inside of the apartment became filled with clear water, although it wasn't apparent that there was a flood outdoors.
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.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Best Friend Moves To San Antonio
"Since you can't get yourself moved to Minneapolis as of yet, we just decided we would move down here for a year or so until you can move back up with us." Not only had she and her beau moved here, she brought her mother, her son and some other guys (family and; friends). They already had an apartment here and it was a totally wonderful surprise for me,
And well, at least it was just a dream, because in real life there are many people who get here thinking it's going to be good then they get caught in the undertow of all the oppression, finding it practically impossible to make a way to escape back out of here.
The men went to do something else while I showed her The River Walk. It began raining, a soaking spring shower, a la San Antonio. We were on a covered veranda up over the water. There were many trees around us. It was the driest place to be, thus there was no reason to go elsewhere during this massive shower. We smoked a joint & she called someone to come pick us up, but they got lost so it took awhile. We ended up walking over to a little shopping area after the rain let up. It was there that I realized I had changed purses & forgotten many things in my old purse.
They had a loft on an upper floor of an old office building that had been renovated into lofts. The buzzer was VERY LOUD and when we arrived upstairs, Best Friend's mother announced that the industrial-sounding buzzer will be disconnected, so nobody had better depend on using it. We discovered that they had moved only a few blocks away from where we lived. Everything was very pleasant.
And well, at least it was just a dream, because in real life there are many people who get here thinking it's going to be good then they get caught in the undertow of all the oppression, finding it practically impossible to make a way to escape back out of here.
The men went to do something else while I showed her The River Walk. It began raining, a soaking spring shower, a la San Antonio. We were on a covered veranda up over the water. There were many trees around us. It was the driest place to be, thus there was no reason to go elsewhere during this massive shower. We smoked a joint & she called someone to come pick us up, but they got lost so it took awhile. We ended up walking over to a little shopping area after the rain let up. It was there that I realized I had changed purses & forgotten many things in my old purse.
They had a loft on an upper floor of an old office building that had been renovated into lofts. The buzzer was VERY LOUD and when we arrived upstairs, Best Friend's mother announced that the industrial-sounding buzzer will be disconnected, so nobody had better depend on using it. We discovered that they had moved only a few blocks away from where we lived. Everything was very pleasant.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Another Mansion
There was another recent dream I had that IS significant of some good to come, as far as dream symbolism is concerned. (ACTUALLY, so is the last symbolism mentioned as far as that goes) I was looking for a room to rent. The ad had mentioned 3 rooms to rent and the address ended up being this HUGE historic mansion, complete with a Proper Name engraved in stone laid into the brickwork. There were SO MANY bedrooms, all decorated very nicely with beautiful colors, all splendidly neat and cleaned, beautiful bedspreads and curtains with nice cozy sitting areas. There were many other amenities and great rooms in the mansion and I was becoming overwhelmed by the tour. I asked the person who was showing me around, didn't the ad just advertise 3 bedrooms? ~~~ He sniffed like he was hoity-toitier than I and said with very gay enunciation, "There are only 3 bedrooms for rent. The rest are already rented. You couldn't possibly think they would all be in the same part of the mansion.
Well, ok... But, I DID wonder why everyone living there had left the doors to their rooms open. I did not rent a room. As I left, I looked strangely at the building's name engraved in stone, but I sure don't remember the name it was called.
Well, ok... But, I DID wonder why everyone living there had left the doors to their rooms open. I did not rent a room. As I left, I looked strangely at the building's name engraved in stone, but I sure don't remember the name it was called.
Crazy, Calamitous Work
I haven't been remembering the dreams I've been having recently, for the most part. These are the things that are repetitive in what I remember: Crazy, calamitous work! Today, we were traveling from office to office. There are always many different people in these recent dreams that I can't ever remember much else about.
Monday, May 29, 2006
The House Was Just GONE
I had to go somewhere and it was just calamitous. Margie drove me home. My cell wasn't working correctly, we had been at some kind of convention I think. I only remember there were many different occasions of various people and places in a big building like a convention center atmosphere. My cane ALSO had a builtin cellphone! So convenient it was not, but at least the phone worked everywhere I tried to use it. I don't know why we did not notice right away; Margie drove away before I noticed and she had to go somewhere else that was important. She was late. My neighborhood didn't look the same, but the corner house where we lived was gone. Only the foundation remained. I saw one of my neighbors, it was either Gloria or Yolanda, and I asked her "What happened to our house?" She said the bank took it away. "With all our stuff?"
"Yes", she confirmed. The house had not been demolished, just towed away like a repossessed car.
I wandered off, trying to figure out how I would explain this to my husband. We had lost everything, including our house and everything in it. I kept trying to call the owner of the property, but he wouldn't answer and it was difficult to walk and try to use my canephone at the same time. I just knew he was never going to answer his phone.
"Yes", she confirmed. The house had not been demolished, just towed away like a repossessed car.
I wandered off, trying to figure out how I would explain this to my husband. We had lost everything, including our house and everything in it. I kept trying to call the owner of the property, but he wouldn't answer and it was difficult to walk and try to use my canephone at the same time. I just knew he was never going to answer his phone.
Monday, May 08, 2006
The Apology - Los Ojos
The male I first gave the name "Los Ojos" visited me in a dream this morning. He apologized sincerely and completely, for everything bad he has put me through. For some unknown reason, in the same dream I felt compelled to relate this to my husband. Husband despairingly said, "I guess you are going to get married to him now." I looked at him wierdly and said, "How can I do that? I'm married to you."
Friday, April 14, 2006
A BiG Crowded House
It was a long wierd dream, complicated as a migraine trance. Many of us were in a big mansion. Maybe it was Ms. H's mansion. I don't know. The sisters from up the street were there too. The main thing was it was crowded and I was forever forgetting which floor I was on and getting lost in the house. Not that getting lost was a big problem because it wasn't. This dream was jumping around to different cities, too. The ladies dropped a thief off in a parking lot where the police were supposed to meet us to pick the guy up, but the thief got away. Next thing I know, I was in Hawthorne, CA trying to decide which way I was going to go on the bus. It was like I was going to go and get something to eat and a Popeye's Chicken conveniently materialized itself to be just 2 blocks away from me on Hawthorne Blvd! What a deal! So I decided to go and get some chicken instead of getting the bus, but not too long after that, I was back in the big house. It was almost like we were all sheltering ourselves there. I wonder if some of these dreams are warning me that we are going to have a bad flood here sometime soon.
6/19/2006 - An Update:
2 days ago, I discovered my psychic abilities to still be mind-blowing, even to myself. I haven't been in Hawthorne, CA since 1992 & there was no Popeye's Fried Chicken on Hawthorne Blvd & El Segundo Blvd at that time. I was always going to the Popeyes on Rosecrans. In a job related task on Saturday, I was looking at Yahoo Maps for somebody living in that area & discovered NOW THERE IS A POPEYE'S WHERE I DREAMED IT WAS!!!!!! I guess I will never cease being amazed about things like this.
6/19/2006 - An Update:
2 days ago, I discovered my psychic abilities to still be mind-blowing, even to myself. I haven't been in Hawthorne, CA since 1992 & there was no Popeye's Fried Chicken on Hawthorne Blvd & El Segundo Blvd at that time. I was always going to the Popeyes on Rosecrans. In a job related task on Saturday, I was looking at Yahoo Maps for somebody living in that area & discovered NOW THERE IS A POPEYE'S WHERE I DREAMED IT WAS!!!!!! I guess I will never cease being amazed about things like this.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Dreaming of Minneapolis
Dreams of moving to Minneapolis: In all of the time I have been contemplating this move, I really only remember parts of just 4 dreams that I've had about the subject. Sometimes I worry because Husband has not been in any of these dreams. I pray this lack of him in my Minneapolis dreams does not mean he will not make it there with me. Best friend had a dream of us both coming into town and arriving at her house in a cab laden with trunks and suitcases, arriving in a loud argument. (that sounds so natural, it could happen).
In the 1st dream that I recall, Best Friend, her daughter and I were all walking in a river. There were many people walking in the river. Most of us had suitcases we were carrying and there were trunks being pushed in the water by various people as we waded through the water. I thought I had lost all of my things, but they all made it safely. We made it safely. There was a lady who said she goes through this thing every year. We went to a hairdresser. Best friend's daughter had long hair. They tried to put chemicals in our hair and we both said "No way!" We went to my empty new apartment and there was this nice little room that Best Friend's daughter commented about, saying "This will make a very nice sitting room."
In another dream, I am walking in the middle of a city, carrying a suitcase. I look across the street and I see my cat with a backpack! It was the cutest sight, but I was tremendously happy to see her. She came to me and we went inside what looked like an ugly building from the outside. Inside, it was a lovely apartment complex with 3 pools and other smaller ponds or wading pools. My apartment was nice and it looked like we had a pool in our own little patio area.
Another dream is very faint in my memory. I just remember Best Friend's Daughter was the hero and she saved my day.
The 4th dream I just had this last morning. I was supposed to be working at a temp job. Instead, I ended up playing hookey with the temp agency because Prince was there at my job and he wanted me to help him out in the studio. Of course, considering my ambitions are more musical than clerical, I did not refuse.
In the 1st dream that I recall, Best Friend, her daughter and I were all walking in a river. There were many people walking in the river. Most of us had suitcases we were carrying and there were trunks being pushed in the water by various people as we waded through the water. I thought I had lost all of my things, but they all made it safely. We made it safely. There was a lady who said she goes through this thing every year. We went to a hairdresser. Best friend's daughter had long hair. They tried to put chemicals in our hair and we both said "No way!" We went to my empty new apartment and there was this nice little room that Best Friend's daughter commented about, saying "This will make a very nice sitting room."
In another dream, I am walking in the middle of a city, carrying a suitcase. I look across the street and I see my cat with a backpack! It was the cutest sight, but I was tremendously happy to see her. She came to me and we went inside what looked like an ugly building from the outside. Inside, it was a lovely apartment complex with 3 pools and other smaller ponds or wading pools. My apartment was nice and it looked like we had a pool in our own little patio area.
Another dream is very faint in my memory. I just remember Best Friend's Daughter was the hero and she saved my day.
The 4th dream I just had this last morning. I was supposed to be working at a temp job. Instead, I ended up playing hookey with the temp agency because Prince was there at my job and he wanted me to help him out in the studio. Of course, considering my ambitions are more musical than clerical, I did not refuse.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
The Game Show Dream
For a long while I have been contemplating this dream blog, to have a new dream journal and the dream that I had this morning causes me to be able to wait no longer to do this.
I woke up this morning glad that I woke from the dream I was having because it was one of those long and frustrating dreams. It was like for each of the normal tasks I usually go about in day-to-day life, before I could do these things I had to play and win a game. It was exhausting and stressful. Monty Hall from "Let's Make a Deal" was the gameshow host, but that wasn't the gameshow I was on. The gameshow was my life, complete with an audience.
Perhaps the most relevant part of this dream is that although winning the games was difficult, I persevered and went on to the next challenge. This hopefully is foreboding of successes despite all of these huge obstacles that I face.
This game concept in my dreams is interesting. It's the second time a game aspect in regard to chores or tasks has shown up in my dreams. In the first dream, in order to get into the grocery store, we all had to play a video game and win it before we could get in. If we couldn't win the game, we had to wait in line to play again.
I mean, living life and getting grocery shopping done are very important things. You just have to keep playing the game until you get it right, and the sooner you get it right, the better off you are.
Such is life, eh?
I woke up this morning glad that I woke from the dream I was having because it was one of those long and frustrating dreams. It was like for each of the normal tasks I usually go about in day-to-day life, before I could do these things I had to play and win a game. It was exhausting and stressful. Monty Hall from "Let's Make a Deal" was the gameshow host, but that wasn't the gameshow I was on. The gameshow was my life, complete with an audience.
Perhaps the most relevant part of this dream is that although winning the games was difficult, I persevered and went on to the next challenge. This hopefully is foreboding of successes despite all of these huge obstacles that I face.
This game concept in my dreams is interesting. It's the second time a game aspect in regard to chores or tasks has shown up in my dreams. In the first dream, in order to get into the grocery store, we all had to play a video game and win it before we could get in. If we couldn't win the game, we had to wait in line to play again.
I mean, living life and getting grocery shopping done are very important things. You just have to keep playing the game until you get it right, and the sooner you get it right, the better off you are.
Such is life, eh?
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