I wish I could remember all of it. Husband was in it and I guess he was here. So was T-Bone or someone who resembled him. I had a Buick. It wasn't a Regal, I think it was an old Skylark. It was cherry-classic.
Husband had his own car, even though it was painted like an advertisement for some kind of motor oil. They were driving the cars back from somewhere and I disputed they should have picked me up and allowed me to drive my own car home from where ever it was because I didn't want anyone driving my car. If my own mother wasn't driving my cars, nobody else should either. T-Bone apologized and threw me my keys. I had to leave. There was somewhere I was supposed to go. They left in the oil-mobile and I went back inside to get ready.
I ended up in Minneapolis. I was using my cane. I stopped to get something to eat and then saw one of the holier women that I know over at a table with other women. This friend of mine is a vegetarian and she was frying chicken.
I remembered I had not fed my cat. For a minute, I was struggling to balance my tray and walk over to their table. My friend wasn't looking up to see me and no one saw my dilemma. I decided I would probably not stay in the city overnight as I had planned. I had to go back and feed my cat.
I'm pretty sure this was entirely a psychologically induced dream. Signs of the times...
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
My Uncle and The Eggs
First of all, my uncle would never divorce my aunt. But in this wacky dream, he was in the process of it. We went on a vacation after he signed some papers and wrote that he was only paying $300 a month in alimony. We rode in one of his Cadillacs. As he drove, he morphed into a younger person, all the way to looking like a teenager. When we got to the motel, as we were going to our separate rooms, he asked me if I wanted to go get plastered with him. I don't believe I've ever seen this uncle take a drink so that was equally bizarre. I declined.
At that point, having temporarily forgotten that my uncle had morphed younger before my eyes, I started thinking I should maybe call the police and report that someone is using my uncle's credit cards and has stolen one of his cars. Then I met up with best friend and we got some gift bags from somewhere. We had these huge bags with assorted toiletries, including what looked like a ladies' version of Avon's Black Suede, only it was pink! After we looked through our bags we went for a walk. Along the way, we walked on a sidewalk that where there were chickens laying eggs. It was so hot that the eggs were bursting open and frying on the sidewalk.
More on this later.
At that point, having temporarily forgotten that my uncle had morphed younger before my eyes, I started thinking I should maybe call the police and report that someone is using my uncle's credit cards and has stolen one of his cars. Then I met up with best friend and we got some gift bags from somewhere. We had these huge bags with assorted toiletries, including what looked like a ladies' version of Avon's Black Suede, only it was pink! After we looked through our bags we went for a walk. Along the way, we walked on a sidewalk that where there were chickens laying eggs. It was so hot that the eggs were bursting open and frying on the sidewalk.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Flashback to December
Same vision/nightmare/premonition as in December 2011 with a little more added to it.
Same group of women sitting in folding chairs, in an area that may be inside of a church? The room is somewhat centralized in that it's not a simple four-cornered room and there are other rooms and doorways that are a part of what I see. I am standing behind the mother of the child that starts screaming bloody murder from inside one of those rooms. The mother has wavy brown-black hair. I only see her from the back. She gasps "Jacob" as she jumps up to go to her son. Another woman gasps "____ is in there with him," as if she already knew there was a possibility of something terrible happening because she knows he is a sick excuse for a human being. B___ is once again defending him and woman are immediately cutting her off with expressions that are shunning. As the poor mother is screaming and physically attacking SS, B___ is still trying to plead for his case talking about don't be so hard on him, he had this happen when he was a child and he just needs mental help, I am yelling that he is past mental help and he belongs in prison and deserves whatever the guys in there do to him; he needs to pay for all the bad things he's done to people, especially for messing with children. He should know better if he really was raped by a man when he was a child. And if it was such a horrid experience why is he still talking to his so-called rapist? I woke myself up yelling.
I went back to this several times this morning, but I can't ever see the mother's face or see the child. I've seen into the room (it's like a nap room or a room for childcare) and I saw the mother hitting SS, but I wasn't focusing on the child to see what he looks like. For about 15 years now people have been talking to me about lucid dreaming. I wish I could direct myself better in dreams, but I'm not sure that I am the one who should control what I am being shown. Perhaps it would have kept me from realizing today that if B___ doesn't take care about her close associations with SS, her reputation is going to go down. Of course I probably already perceived that, but if this is a group of women from her church, it may be more relevant.
So I am a glutton for punishment sometimes in the scope of trying to be righteous. Knowing fully well that B___ has some viewpoints that totally go against my beliefs, I must go into prophetess mode and tell her this vision has happened again. I already know she will meet with an untimely and shameful death. I don't know the exacts, but she is too close to SS and the way he is and they way so tight, I wouldn't be surprised if he and his actions are the death of her. But I must warn her. If there is anything she can do to prevent this, she should! But she won't because instead she wants to impose that my visions are demonic. She asks me if I think I am a medium and starts talking to me about her idolatrous religion. I am ready for a bonfire and to be burned at the stake as a witch. It would be laughable except 1) there is this little boy named Jacob who is going to have a terribly traumatic experience and I am totally frustrated with my efforts of trying to stop it, 2) after she tried to call me possessed, I told her he was nasty and she was nasty for trying to defend somebody who is so nasty, 3) She keeps on with this stupid misery talking about "I know you don't like him..." and I still feel (and may always feel) I am only an observer and that like has nothing to do with this! I live a holy life and she doesn't. My gift is a blessing and not anything from anybody evil. People didn't treat the prophet Jeremiah very kindly either.
Same group of women sitting in folding chairs, in an area that may be inside of a church? The room is somewhat centralized in that it's not a simple four-cornered room and there are other rooms and doorways that are a part of what I see. I am standing behind the mother of the child that starts screaming bloody murder from inside one of those rooms. The mother has wavy brown-black hair. I only see her from the back. She gasps "Jacob" as she jumps up to go to her son. Another woman gasps "____ is in there with him," as if she already knew there was a possibility of something terrible happening because she knows he is a sick excuse for a human being. B___ is once again defending him and woman are immediately cutting her off with expressions that are shunning. As the poor mother is screaming and physically attacking SS, B___ is still trying to plead for his case talking about don't be so hard on him, he had this happen when he was a child and he just needs mental help, I am yelling that he is past mental help and he belongs in prison and deserves whatever the guys in there do to him; he needs to pay for all the bad things he's done to people, especially for messing with children. He should know better if he really was raped by a man when he was a child. And if it was such a horrid experience why is he still talking to his so-called rapist? I woke myself up yelling.
I went back to this several times this morning, but I can't ever see the mother's face or see the child. I've seen into the room (it's like a nap room or a room for childcare) and I saw the mother hitting SS, but I wasn't focusing on the child to see what he looks like. For about 15 years now people have been talking to me about lucid dreaming. I wish I could direct myself better in dreams, but I'm not sure that I am the one who should control what I am being shown. Perhaps it would have kept me from realizing today that if B___ doesn't take care about her close associations with SS, her reputation is going to go down. Of course I probably already perceived that, but if this is a group of women from her church, it may be more relevant.
So I am a glutton for punishment sometimes in the scope of trying to be righteous. Knowing fully well that B___ has some viewpoints that totally go against my beliefs, I must go into prophetess mode and tell her this vision has happened again. I already know she will meet with an untimely and shameful death. I don't know the exacts, but she is too close to SS and the way he is and they way so tight, I wouldn't be surprised if he and his actions are the death of her. But I must warn her. If there is anything she can do to prevent this, she should! But she won't because instead she wants to impose that my visions are demonic. She asks me if I think I am a medium and starts talking to me about her idolatrous religion. I am ready for a bonfire and to be burned at the stake as a witch. It would be laughable except 1) there is this little boy named Jacob who is going to have a terribly traumatic experience and I am totally frustrated with my efforts of trying to stop it, 2) after she tried to call me possessed, I told her he was nasty and she was nasty for trying to defend somebody who is so nasty, 3) She keeps on with this stupid misery talking about "I know you don't like him..." and I still feel (and may always feel) I am only an observer and that like has nothing to do with this! I live a holy life and she doesn't. My gift is a blessing and not anything from anybody evil. People didn't treat the prophet Jeremiah very kindly either.
Sunday, August 05, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Yesterday morning I kept having migraine dreams. For me that means nightmares that go on and on. I wake and feel so pained I must go back to sleep and return into the same nightmare. 2 hours after I awoke I was talking with a friend recalling these nightmares. When I got off the phone I tried to remember exactly what they were about and I didn't remember anything except a random remnant that showed me exactly where to find something I'd lost over a year ago. I walked over to the bookshelf and RIGHT ON the very books it was on top of in the dream it was there! I had thought it went behind and under the bookshelf and there was something else on the books, in front of what I'd lost so it couldn't be seen.
So in the past few years, I am seeing more good predictions coming from my dreams. It's an amazing gift and I am in praise mode that I may keep seeing more good to compensate for all of the bad things I have had to see in advance.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Anybody who reads this dream blog may be interested to know I hope to be posting dreams and thoughts of dreams more often BECAUSE today I was thinking back to a dream I had 3 or 4 years ago and realizing it was about my life here in this house and the way things are at present. It frustrates me that I didn't record it so that I could have an exact, descripted memory of the symbolism. It involved a lot (many sets) of mis-matching containers (such as spice containers, food cannisters and other containers that one usually sees in matching sets). I used to keep a great dream notebook and stopped when writing became much more difficult. Sometimes I have to type one-handed, and sometimes it just hurts to much to do beyond what is necessary. However I think dreams and their meanings or correlation in our lives are so intriguing and worth sharing, If nothing else, I'm sure it could be at least mildly entertaining to some of you. :)
The other thing that came to mind while I was thinking about this is a random (or not so random) dream I had in recent weeks. Very short, I saw The Notorious One talking with another guy as they were walking up to a convenience store. He was talking to the other guy about me and then said, " If I'd known I was going to have the chance to be with someone so special, I would have lived my life a lot differently." Then I woke up.
Sometimes in dreams, we don't always see the people as they really are. Well I don't know. I have never knowingly received a communication from The Notorious One since he's been gone off of this earth, so that's probably what startled me out of my sleep. At first, I thought, that was really something fantastic that I had a communication with him. Later though, I think maybe it was someone that's been more recently involved in my life. Unfortunately, it's really looking like I need to accept that special part of my life is over... OR PERHAPS what I should focus on is the message: I am someone so special. :)))
The other thing that came to mind while I was thinking about this is a random (or not so random) dream I had in recent weeks. Very short, I saw The Notorious One talking with another guy as they were walking up to a convenience store. He was talking to the other guy about me and then said, " If I'd known I was going to have the chance to be with someone so special, I would have lived my life a lot differently." Then I woke up.
Sometimes in dreams, we don't always see the people as they really are. Well I don't know. I have never knowingly received a communication from The Notorious One since he's been gone off of this earth, so that's probably what startled me out of my sleep. At first, I thought, that was really something fantastic that I had a communication with him. Later though, I think maybe it was someone that's been more recently involved in my life. Unfortunately, it's really looking like I need to accept that special part of my life is over... OR PERHAPS what I should focus on is the message: I am someone so special. :)))
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Horrid Enlightening Dream/Nightmare/Revelation
They say our most horrid nightmares are important spiritual messages meant to get our attention so that we can be aware. Not everyone makes it past the original content.
My message this morning came along with a migraine. With migraines come some of my most vivid revelations that I am forced to continue through until it's through, dreams that can wake me up and then when I go back to sleep I am right back in the same mess.
Mr. Half-Penny, I am renaming him: Sir Sicko, more likely minimized to SS.
SS was raping me furiously. It hurt bad and he was yelling at me telling me this was my payback for living rent-free.
He turned into my mother's 2nd husband, without changing form. Then I knew they were the same. (My step-father always seemed to think we that he abused "owed" him something.) Moreover, it helped me to realize the negative energy that both of their spirits are still throwing at me; they are both so full of hate. They are both demons in life and after death.
(Still, the other nightmares with the SS monster, it's only SS, those are all things that are really on him and I just keep praying that he will be caught and imprisoned before much longer.)
This is a message meant to compel me to shine positive light, more than I ever have been before. Christians want to talk about spiritual warfare, they ain't got nothing! All that I've been through in life, there is something I am here for. Whatever way I have to I will fight against their evil energy. My family tried to take me down with their negative energy and that purpose was defeated. This year, this day, I finally see what I need to do. The message has been thrown at me a few times, but it took a nightmare to hit me in the head with it.
I must let my light shine!
Monday, February 20, 2012
A Dream Worth Pondering
I really should have recorded this the day of the morning I had it, for specificity's sake. I need to figure out interpreting this. Still thinking about it.
Starting out, I was living in this apartment in a building that otherwise only had occupation by office and retail space. Maybe I had no curtains or blinds. Some of my windows looked out into offices and stores. It was strange. I had a baby in the apartment with me. The baby never made a sound, although it was alive. I went out to get something for just a moment. Shortly after I returned, Ingrid arrived. Apparently, she was the person who had given me the baby. I asked her why the baby was so quiet all of the time. Suddenly, I realized I could not find the baby! She had disappeared. Worse, I realized I didn't know why I had left her all alone in the apartment when I had gone out to the store! I felt really terrible about that and Ingrid was of course looking at me as though I should feel really terrible and what kind of nurturing woman was I?
So, I had to move. I was tired of my windows, feeling like someone must have been looking in and took the baby. It wasn't like Child Protective Services had come in. No police entered into the dream. I just had to go. I moved into this HUGE place where the main room was expansive and then there were many compartmentalized rooms mostly made from accordion-like walls that could be opened up. However, some rooms had regular walls. Ingrid was there for a moment and remarked she wondered how I could afford such a place. I sort of wondered why I needed a place so large. But then people started coming over, filling up the space. Just about the entire Buchanan family from OLTL was there and eventually, we were having a musical jam session. My guitar strings became loosened and they were inadvertently attached to something else. Despite my guitar problems, we were having a fun time and the music was decent. Tonja Walker and Thom Christopher walked in and disappeared. We looked all throughout the place and couldn't find them. Then, Vicki said they must be in the secret room. Well, leave it to Vicki to know about secret rooms. We found so many secret rooms, but we never found Tonja and Thom.
My husband showed up and he also wondered how I was able to get such a huge place and wanted to know why.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting next to Mr Prince of the Ghetto in a car and he was talking about my husband and other guys, saying I always come back to him but why do I always go running away to go and end up with other guys. My revelation: I told him I have never stopped loving him, however HE is the one who is always so busy with other things and has so many women out there with kids of his and I am overwhelmed by all of his other associations. I tell him last time I gave up on him it was because he had moved in with some other woman that his mother told me about and why was I supposed to wait around, so of course I finally found someone to marry.
Then I woke up.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Most Funniest Disturbing Nightmare This Week (thus far)
The Artesia Freeway began where the boulevard begins at Aviation. I only wanted to go as far as Vail, but the exit was in the left lane and I totally missed it. The freeway was built double-decker and I ended up on top. A young man who knew my Prince of The Ghetto was riding with me. Apparently he had something to do with the music industry. He wanted to hear me sing and all I could do was sing, "Row Your Boat"! Very annoyed with myself for blowing that chance and never singing anything else, aside from the fact that I drove all the way to the Long Beach Freeway because traffic (and my car also) was moving too fast.
May the Name Of Mr Halfpenny Be Blotted Out of The Book Of Life
I am SO SICK of having these nightmare visions concerning this monster! He is an abusive rapist, child molester, abuser. He prefers little boys, and I've had nightmares about him before I even met him 2 1/2 years ago. I have nightmares of his horrid interactions with my dear friend. I usually see things from her perspective, but lately I have been seeing from someone else and I don't know who. I don't know if it's past times or future. Either way it's ugly and it's about a little boy I never saw before this last month. His name in my visions is Jacob. I am seeing from the perspective of a woman who is an aunt or a friend of the child's mother.
Enough on that ugliness!
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, June 22, 2011
On A Train To Colorado
One of the strangest dreams I've had lately. At first I thought we were on a bus; later, I realized we were on a train. We were all on our way to Colorado to take a series of classes. There was a man who was in charge of our trip, directing us, making sure we all stayed together, etc. For a while I had an empty seat beside me and I was changing my clothes. In the middle of my change, we came to a stop where some people were boarding. I was just about topless when a woman came to sit beside me. She looked shocked at my state of disarray at first glance, but then she must of realized I was trying to change clothes as modestly as possible. I had tights on and soon had a layered mix of shirts, the top layer was a long sharp-looking long fascia, purple and green with multi-colored lace. I had a pile of clothes in front of me on the floor and I quickly made sure to find which pair of jeans and what pocket I had hundreds of dollars in, because I was aware that I had only paid my fare one way.
There were several people I knew on the train. One lady was one of my Facebook friends who I don't personally know. I saw more of them at our next stop, where my acutely sensitive hearing observed that there were agents outside the train station who were looking for me. We were told we would be stopped here for awhile and that we should get off if we wanted to pick up something to eat. I saw there was a taco stand with good prices and I was also thirsty. After I got my food I saw the agents talking to our trip director. Conveniently, there were other people that I could turn and talk to so that my back was to the agents and they couldn't see my face. I overheard the trip director telling the agents that it was not his place to give up personal information about any of the students on the trip and since they didn't have a warrant, there was no reason to comply. Then along comes Antonio, my big hero of the day. He put his arm around me and smushed my face into his body as we walked past the agents to an area where everyone was sitting down to eat. After we passed them, he put his arm down from around me and reached to hold my hand, caressing my palm. I told him that I bet he was going to marry an older woman and he told me I was probably right. Then, as if this must have been too much for me, I woke up. Hahaha!
There were several people I knew on the train. One lady was one of my Facebook friends who I don't personally know. I saw more of them at our next stop, where my acutely sensitive hearing observed that there were agents outside the train station who were looking for me. We were told we would be stopped here for awhile and that we should get off if we wanted to pick up something to eat. I saw there was a taco stand with good prices and I was also thirsty. After I got my food I saw the agents talking to our trip director. Conveniently, there were other people that I could turn and talk to so that my back was to the agents and they couldn't see my face. I overheard the trip director telling the agents that it was not his place to give up personal information about any of the students on the trip and since they didn't have a warrant, there was no reason to comply. Then along comes Antonio, my big hero of the day. He put his arm around me and smushed my face into his body as we walked past the agents to an area where everyone was sitting down to eat. After we passed them, he put his arm down from around me and reached to hold my hand, caressing my palm. I told him that I bet he was going to marry an older woman and he told me I was probably right. Then, as if this must have been too much for me, I woke up. Hahaha!
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Did I Really Kill Him? Will He Be Killed?
So, there are many nightmares that I have had in the past year or so, not worth posting because they are not at all symbolic of anything. There is a crack-monster, rapist abuser (we will call him Mr Half-Penny) and his misdeeds, arguments, abusive behaviors, terroristic behaviors toward others, I believe they are all things that have happened or will happen and I wonder why I must have these terrible sightings continue during what should be my restful sleep. He is the abuser who still involves himself with the woman who used to be my best friend. I see what they go through or what they will be going through. Sometimes it seems to be endless and always nightmarish. Often, my nightmares of Mr Half-Penny are seen from the eyes of someone else, a child or an old person, sometimes my friend. When she tells me they have nothing to do with each other anymore, I always know it's a lie. In fact, within the past month while we were on the phone, I busted her with her lie in the same phone call when her phone malfunctioned and she was talking to him while she thought I was on hold, but I was right there able to hear the entire conversation.
If I would have entered this dream in the morning, there would be more to it, but it was so ugly (as are all nightmares with Mr Half-Penny), I couldn't bear to continue thinking about it.
Basically, in the dream, I felt I had killed him. My father and I were living in a house together, Mr Half-Penny had come into my house and I killed him. It was necessary to do so, I remember that. But after he was dead, I did not know how to deal. I just left him there, dead on the floor.
In another room there was a huge puddle of something. I don't know if it was blood or what. I walked by that room on my way out of the house, leaving to go to work.
My father was home and I don't know why, it was almost like I just thought he would take care of everything. I took the bus to work and called him on my way. My father asked me, "Don't you think you should call the police?" I replied, "You didn't call them?" and he said "Why should I call them? You're the one who killed him." I was incredulous, "You mean the body is still just there on the floor?" (it had been hours and all I could imagine was a really bad death-stink). "Why should I clean it up?" my father asked. "You're the one who did this and you need to take responsibility."
At that point, I was imagining being arrested and having to serve time for murder, I worried about my cat, then I re-focused, realizing this couldn't really be my fault, and that worse-case-scenario, I would be in jail for just a little while and then they'd see I wasn't at fault and send me home. But did I want to return to the house where this dead body of such an ugly-spirited person had been putrefying for hours? When I got to work, I looked for the police I thought might be waiting on me. Then I woke up.
I woke up wondering if I would be killing him soon. Obviously, it wouldn't be in a house I share with my father. Or is this again another case of me seeing this happening to someone else from their perspective, except that I am putting my father in the place of someone else in their life?
This is creepy. I am relieved in a way to have a premonition of his death, considering all of the other premonitions I have had concerning him, I hate to say this, but hopefully this means we will see the end of him soon. Still, I do not enjoy at all seeing this. When I first started having visions and premonitions about him, I thought there was something I was supposed to be doing to make him stop what he is doing, but there is nothing I can do. I warned my friend who refused to listen and then all that is left to do is pray. Now, most times I believe the reason I am seeing these things is so that I will have understanding, patience and forgiveness for my friend in later times when she is ready to allow me back into her life (because he doesn't want me in her life, as it stands presently)
If I would have entered this dream in the morning, there would be more to it, but it was so ugly (as are all nightmares with Mr Half-Penny), I couldn't bear to continue thinking about it.
Basically, in the dream, I felt I had killed him. My father and I were living in a house together, Mr Half-Penny had come into my house and I killed him. It was necessary to do so, I remember that. But after he was dead, I did not know how to deal. I just left him there, dead on the floor.
In another room there was a huge puddle of something. I don't know if it was blood or what. I walked by that room on my way out of the house, leaving to go to work.
My father was home and I don't know why, it was almost like I just thought he would take care of everything. I took the bus to work and called him on my way. My father asked me, "Don't you think you should call the police?" I replied, "You didn't call them?" and he said "Why should I call them? You're the one who killed him." I was incredulous, "You mean the body is still just there on the floor?" (it had been hours and all I could imagine was a really bad death-stink). "Why should I clean it up?" my father asked. "You're the one who did this and you need to take responsibility."
At that point, I was imagining being arrested and having to serve time for murder, I worried about my cat, then I re-focused, realizing this couldn't really be my fault, and that worse-case-scenario, I would be in jail for just a little while and then they'd see I wasn't at fault and send me home. But did I want to return to the house where this dead body of such an ugly-spirited person had been putrefying for hours? When I got to work, I looked for the police I thought might be waiting on me. Then I woke up.
I woke up wondering if I would be killing him soon. Obviously, it wouldn't be in a house I share with my father. Or is this again another case of me seeing this happening to someone else from their perspective, except that I am putting my father in the place of someone else in their life?
This is creepy. I am relieved in a way to have a premonition of his death, considering all of the other premonitions I have had concerning him, I hate to say this, but hopefully this means we will see the end of him soon. Still, I do not enjoy at all seeing this. When I first started having visions and premonitions about him, I thought there was something I was supposed to be doing to make him stop what he is doing, but there is nothing I can do. I warned my friend who refused to listen and then all that is left to do is pray. Now, most times I believe the reason I am seeing these things is so that I will have understanding, patience and forgiveness for my friend in later times when she is ready to allow me back into her life (because he doesn't want me in her life, as it stands presently)
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Louis Armstrong At Grandma's House
Dead people... Louis Armstrong & that grandma
Before this part of my dream, I was actually (and successfully) doing aerial acrobatics at a place that resembled a circus ring.
Then I went to the apartments that belonged to my grandma. They weren't the apartments that she really used to own. But they were the same apartments from another dream in which I'd visited with her sometime within the last year. (yes, I do not always record all of my dreams.)
There was another woman that I was talking with on the porch. I don't know who she was. We were out there, smoking. There was a little camera in one of the windows. There was another apartment with children. She said she'd stashed their toys in my grandmother's apartment. We went inside.
Viewing what I could see on the main floor, I said I didn't see any toys. My grandmother wasn't there either. The woman said the toys were downstairs.
We went downstairs and then I realized this place looked familiar from another dream. In that dream, I had been talking with my grandmother and asking if I could live there for awhile, using one of the 2 spare bedrooms that she had downstairs. She had told me no, because she was expecting various visitors that would be using those rooms.
Later, after finding the toys, we went further into the downstairs where there was a utility room and some other rooms. Several people entered through another door that came in from outside. One of those people was Louis Armstrong (with longish hair). He said he was a distant cousin of mine. He produced several baggies from a bag that he'd carried in. The baggies contained useless trinkets, but the way he was carrying on, I was really supposed to be appreciating these gifts. Some of the other people were massage therapists who had coupons for a free massage. I was considering this, wondering to myself if I had enough for a substantial gratuity.
Mr Armstrong could tell I was not overly enthused about his gifts and I could tell this was bothering him, however I didn't feel there was much I could do about that. He really wanted to do something to make me happy and I couldn't fake my feelings. I was aware that I couldn't ask him for an autograph because I knew he really wasn't alive, therefore nobody was going to believe it. He sadly brought out what may have been his only other bag of goodies, saying "The only other thing I have is this ratchet and these things. That bag had tools and a little thing of oil and what I saw as useful things. I traded the bags he'd given me for the bag of tools, happily smiling and saying, "These are good things. I'm a Virgo and I like useful things." Then he also looked happier.
Then I woke up. What a strange dream! (as if I don't ever have strange dreams, hahaha!)
Before this part of my dream, I was actually (and successfully) doing aerial acrobatics at a place that resembled a circus ring.
Then I went to the apartments that belonged to my grandma. They weren't the apartments that she really used to own. But they were the same apartments from another dream in which I'd visited with her sometime within the last year. (yes, I do not always record all of my dreams.)
There was another woman that I was talking with on the porch. I don't know who she was. We were out there, smoking. There was a little camera in one of the windows. There was another apartment with children. She said she'd stashed their toys in my grandmother's apartment. We went inside.
Viewing what I could see on the main floor, I said I didn't see any toys. My grandmother wasn't there either. The woman said the toys were downstairs.
We went downstairs and then I realized this place looked familiar from another dream. In that dream, I had been talking with my grandmother and asking if I could live there for awhile, using one of the 2 spare bedrooms that she had downstairs. She had told me no, because she was expecting various visitors that would be using those rooms.
Later, after finding the toys, we went further into the downstairs where there was a utility room and some other rooms. Several people entered through another door that came in from outside. One of those people was Louis Armstrong (with longish hair). He said he was a distant cousin of mine. He produced several baggies from a bag that he'd carried in. The baggies contained useless trinkets, but the way he was carrying on, I was really supposed to be appreciating these gifts. Some of the other people were massage therapists who had coupons for a free massage. I was considering this, wondering to myself if I had enough for a substantial gratuity.
Mr Armstrong could tell I was not overly enthused about his gifts and I could tell this was bothering him, however I didn't feel there was much I could do about that. He really wanted to do something to make me happy and I couldn't fake my feelings. I was aware that I couldn't ask him for an autograph because I knew he really wasn't alive, therefore nobody was going to believe it. He sadly brought out what may have been his only other bag of goodies, saying "The only other thing I have is this ratchet and these things. That bag had tools and a little thing of oil and what I saw as useful things. I traded the bags he'd given me for the bag of tools, happily smiling and saying, "These are good things. I'm a Virgo and I like useful things." Then he also looked happier.
Then I woke up. What a strange dream! (as if I don't ever have strange dreams, hahaha!)
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Very Disturbing But Probably Good Omens
Night before last (actually morning) 3 different dreams waking me up each time because they were all depicting such terrible things that at the end of each, I was ready to commit suicide. Not giving much detail because I don't want to think about them anymore except to recall that they happened. Was reading interesting interpretation of some dreams of such nature - the belief being that some bad part of me has gone away, thus making those dreams good (despite the horrific way I woke from them 3X)
Next morning, a strange unsettling dream where I was places unknown. Cutting through places of business and a halfway house for men in order to get to a job I was just beginning. Later, in a place that may have been a homeless shelter, and seeing many people from my old job, mostly all of them who have quit working there long ago around the time that I quit, all of them were together in a sparsely furnished, undecorated room with painted brick walls, watching t.v., smoking and carrying on conversations. Some bad crime had been committed against someone and I called 911. They asked me if it was some hyper guy named Mikey who was on H.A. (whatever that is) I said no, it wasn't. People were overhearing me calling and some were looking at me bad like I was a snitch, but I was only trying to get help for the person who had been hurt. Later, I was in another place where I was going to bathe, but it was like a private bath room in a public place (maybe a rooming house or a place where they had bathing?). There was a frosted window that was without a curtain which faced outside to a city street and there was a window with a curtain on the door to a hallway that had other doors which I thought were to other bath rooms. As my bath was filling, I looked out the door window and noticed someone had put a bucket of something in the hallway by the door and dropped something that was burning into the bucket. It was causing some nasty smoke. I suspected it wasn't just a bucket of water, most likely some chemicals that might be harmful or poison when ignited, so I changed my mind about the bath and got out of there safely. Then I woke up.
Next morning, a strange unsettling dream where I was places unknown. Cutting through places of business and a halfway house for men in order to get to a job I was just beginning. Later, in a place that may have been a homeless shelter, and seeing many people from my old job, mostly all of them who have quit working there long ago around the time that I quit, all of them were together in a sparsely furnished, undecorated room with painted brick walls, watching t.v., smoking and carrying on conversations. Some bad crime had been committed against someone and I called 911. They asked me if it was some hyper guy named Mikey who was on H.A. (whatever that is) I said no, it wasn't. People were overhearing me calling and some were looking at me bad like I was a snitch, but I was only trying to get help for the person who had been hurt. Later, I was in another place where I was going to bathe, but it was like a private bath room in a public place (maybe a rooming house or a place where they had bathing?). There was a frosted window that was without a curtain which faced outside to a city street and there was a window with a curtain on the door to a hallway that had other doors which I thought were to other bath rooms. As my bath was filling, I looked out the door window and noticed someone had put a bucket of something in the hallway by the door and dropped something that was burning into the bucket. It was causing some nasty smoke. I suspected it wasn't just a bucket of water, most likely some chemicals that might be harmful or poison when ignited, so I changed my mind about the bath and got out of there safely. Then I woke up.
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?
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.
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