I must look at the symbolism later. This was a long dream and I had to get back into it later, so may be writing things out of order.
I was house sitting in California, because there were packages expected that should not remain on the porch. That was the main reason I was needed at this house. At the end of the dream, there were so many packages on the porch, it appeared I had not served my purpose.
No ideas about what was inside all of these bundles.
Maybe because I haven't been back to California in awhile, there were so many distractions. So many people to visit. Daunting visits. One friend was having a party when I got there. People were dancing. I didn't bring anything because I didn't know it would be a party. Abruptly, the music stopped and the dancers all disappeared.
A dear woman who is a longtime friend of mine was so happy to see me. She is bisexual and I am not. "We've been through this before", I said when she tried to kiss me. "I can't be that person." It was sad because she was looking so hurt.
I had to get back to the house before the people who lived there returned. In order to get there, I had to transfer buses in Manhattan Beach, where it would be so unlikely for this to happen: there was a group of about twenty thugs standing around at the bus stop with a wall aside of the sidewalk. They were all grabbing at the pockets of my sweatshirt, and trying to get my purse. There was nothing in the pockets of my sweatshirt. My cell was in a pocket they couldn't see. They didn't get my purse, but what was on my mind the most was getting back to the house, on time, in one piece, without a detour caused by interacting with police or a hospital visit. In the dream, I was also not doing well physically and it seemed miraculous to escape anything bad that could have happened.
When I returned, my father was sitting on the porch (which had packages strewn all over the place) with the owner of the house who had returned. The owner had misplaced his key, and I suddenly realized those guys had gotten my keys or I lost them somewhere. I tried to remember when I last remembered having them and knew I had them when I had left the house. Then, I remembered that I had one in my hidden pocket with my cellphone. Still, my father was most upset about so many packages on the porch and that I had not been responsible to keep it from looking like no one was there. Then they saw all of the parcels INSIDE the house. :P
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Missing People
Something major had occurred Most of the population had been wiped out or taken away almost instantly. It was shockingly unexpected, At first we thought we were the only ones left, although we realized later there were at least a few others. The people in my group were panicky. I thought about what Loca once predicted, how it would be in the end-times: All kinds of panicking folks out in the streets wanting and ready to kill for food. If that was end-times, this wasn't the end. The streets looked deserted until we got on the freeway. Cars (which were probably programmed with scheduled routes) were moving along without passengers and it was the eeriest feeling to be the only vehicle on the road with humans inside.
I was the calming force. I had the plan, First we would go to the food shelf where I volunteered. We could use whatever healthy food was left in the storage freezer and pantry shelves. It made sense to stay in Southern California, close to the coast, but it made more sense to go away from Los Angeles County, to a place where the ocean water was somewhat safer to fish from. Another woman in our little group thought we should head up to the mountains, to an area with a lake known for fishing, where there would be more fruit trees. I thought, wherever we go , we should locate ourselves near a greenhouse where it will be easy for us to cultivate a lot of different vegetables.
We all finally decided we should wait a few days to decide, except for one woman who said she was going to make her way up to San Francisco and then she was going to "borrow" a yacht and go to Costta Rica. Yes, I looked at her like that was strange. Plenty of yachts less than ten miles away if you want to "borrow" one. With the shortage of human life around, it seemed there were plenty of yachts available for the taking.
As we were getting ready to go, we heard some strange noises, followed by sirens that increased in loudness. We headed up a hallway that led to the front of the building where there was a church. We opened the side door to the church and found a bunch of hungry cats. There were cats trying to climb up my legs. Some were trying to bite my legs and I had to swipe them away with my cane, which I did not like doing; however I had to defend myself and try not to be bitten.
The sirens arrived right in front of the church. There were two fire engines in the front as we opened that door to see. Some of the cats also went out of those doors, but they avoided the dead mice that laid all around encircling the outside off the church building. I tried not to look at them because I wanted to bolt out the back way. Keeping my attention from that thought were two very human firemen who said they were responding to an alarm.
Analyze that! LOL
I was the calming force. I had the plan, First we would go to the food shelf where I volunteered. We could use whatever healthy food was left in the storage freezer and pantry shelves. It made sense to stay in Southern California, close to the coast, but it made more sense to go away from Los Angeles County, to a place where the ocean water was somewhat safer to fish from. Another woman in our little group thought we should head up to the mountains, to an area with a lake known for fishing, where there would be more fruit trees. I thought, wherever we go , we should locate ourselves near a greenhouse where it will be easy for us to cultivate a lot of different vegetables.
We all finally decided we should wait a few days to decide, except for one woman who said she was going to make her way up to San Francisco and then she was going to "borrow" a yacht and go to Costta Rica. Yes, I looked at her like that was strange. Plenty of yachts less than ten miles away if you want to "borrow" one. With the shortage of human life around, it seemed there were plenty of yachts available for the taking.
As we were getting ready to go, we heard some strange noises, followed by sirens that increased in loudness. We headed up a hallway that led to the front of the building where there was a church. We opened the side door to the church and found a bunch of hungry cats. There were cats trying to climb up my legs. Some were trying to bite my legs and I had to swipe them away with my cane, which I did not like doing; however I had to defend myself and try not to be bitten.
The sirens arrived right in front of the church. There were two fire engines in the front as we opened that door to see. Some of the cats also went out of those doors, but they avoided the dead mice that laid all around encircling the outside off the church building. I tried not to look at them because I wanted to bolt out the back way. Keeping my attention from that thought were two very human firemen who said they were responding to an alarm.
Analyze that! LOL
Monday, March 23, 2015
Parties in New Jersey / Uphill Grass
So first, we were in the streets. we were looking for people that we knew. there were a few get togethers going on. I was running around with Ingrid. Some of the people at various parties were also people from my past I have not seen a long time. Someone else was there, a female and I can't remember who she is right now. she was a white woman with medium short not quite to the shoulders brunette hair. We were at a street corner walking somewhere to the next party and she told us we were in South New Jersey and that Connecticut was on the other side of the street. She probably should have said Pennsylvania. (Cherry Hill / Philadelphia?) Either way, for some reason, I said not today, we need to stay in New Jersey.
We went to a place like a warehouse. It looked kind of gritty, with interior walls made of bricks and gray cinder blocks and a cement floor. Ingrid and some other women we're talking with me about renting the place to live in it. I wasn't really seeing that. However I was trying to imagine it, looking at the windows, seeing that they were frosted, ( all you could see through them was basically shadows and light), I I was trying to figure out how we would divide it into rooms and what kind of curtains I would put in my corner which had windows on two sides. the windows didn't match up, even the glass was different, so it would have to be a very funky design.
Somebody stole my pager. Ingrid asked me, "why do you still have a pager? Why don't you get a cell phone?"
"Girl, I've got a cell phone. I like my little pager, it is retro and a 2-way, and I wish I could only use it. These days though, you got to have a cell phone." However, my pager is valuable to me like antique watch and chain. it is an antique and I don't like the idea of it just walking off somewhere.
We stood around in a little gathering for quite a while talking about how we would decorate. there were tall tables with delicious food and good wine. we must have stayed there that night.
The next thing I remember in the Dream I was riding in a car an old Cadillac or Lincoln with leather interior I almost think it was a convertible because what happened is that my mother was driving I don't know where she came from (it was a dream anyway) she was driving on the highway and she went off the road driving up onto a grassy hill. The grass is green so that's a good omen. the only thing is that instead of recovering her steering, shield out the car to keep going up the hill way too far. eventually the car tips down the hill. I saw sky, blue with wisps of cotton candy clouds and then we started falling. I knew the tank was full and I expect we were going to explode because of how high up in the air we seem to be when we started falling. I said the Shema and expected to die. and then I woke up in a dream. I was sleeping next to ingrid in a room full of sleeping bags with other women including my mother and my sisters.
Immediately, Ingrid says,"you made a little P in your sleeping bag."
I looked around relieved, even though it was strange to be among this combination of people. I said well I guess this is better than being dead and then I told them about the dream.
My mother went in the kitchen and started making breakfast for everyone. In the midst of it she came out and told me I had a phone call she had already been talking to for a while.
Who is it?
She acted like a phone call was all good. However she told me it was a man who had tried before to ruined my life so badly. I had risen up above his oppressive moves, and resurrected myself like a phoenix. Did I really want to speak with this guy? Additionally, I always have to wonder how the hell does he have such synchronous radar to always know when I m in town or around my mother and her phone. I have to wonder if they're in cahoots.
She looked at me like I would be insane not to talk to him while I was looking at her thinking she was insane for thinking I would want to talk to him.
My mother handed me the phone after she told him here she is. The conversation was strange of course. even stranger was the fact that he had his mother on 3 Way. It was kind of like she was part of the explanation he was trying to give to me so she was telling the story about the other guy or woman (I can't remember), who had gone around attaining various peoples Social Security numbers and other personal information and between different pieces stories that she was telling, she would interject, now do you get it? Then he started asking me, do you get it?
I was not getting it. when I woke up I started thinking about it. maybe that guy was making new identities for people. Maybe someone else is me. I will be alright. No doubt, that ex is up to his normal no good dishonesty and lies about me again. I guess that says something after all these years. bitterness gets in the way. some people just can't get over what they f*** up.
The other thing I get from this dream is that I need to stay with what I'm doing for New Jersey.
The next morning I had another dream in which I was a passenger in a car my mother deliberately drove up a steep green grassy hill in order to turn the car around. (A 3-point turn would have been sufficient) I got out of the car before she drove downhill and I did not watch that part - I woke up. This seems to be the most prominent dream symbol I should be paying attention to.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
A Trip With Rachel
Rachel invited me on a trip while I was on another trip. She was in a small town, I don't know where. The atmosphere was of a cool university town.
(Recent repetition: University, although inadvertently not primary in both dreams)
One of the very cool things in this dream is that she and some others in her group of women going on the trip worked at a telephone exchange that was outside in the middle of a quaint little downtown/Main Street area, with little stations including computers and stationary unicycles with cushy comfortable looking seats with back supports. I wanted to get a job working there. I asked Rachel what happens when it rains. She said nobody answers the phones, saying it with the humor she often invokes into normal conversation, leaving me still wondering what really happened.
She sent me to get something. I decided to take a shortcut through the woods. It began raining. There was a cliff and I ran along the edge. Then, something very interesting. It was like the ground beneath me was sliding, except it was not muddy, my feet weren't getting stuck in the mud, I was still running fast and trying to keep my balance as I ran, trying to stay by the side of the cliff for some unknown reason. Maybe that was just the way I knew to get there.
There was a man (I don't know who) who was running after me, trying to save me. He kept trying to grab my arm. I got away from him, and then I fell. I began sliding down the cliff with the ground sliding out from under me (which still was not like mud). I grabbed at roots of old sturdy trees to keep from going down. The man caught up to me and helped pull me back up.
I got back to Rachel and almost everything was packed. I saw my cat carrier and remembered my cat was with me. "I have to take her back home first. I can't take her on the trip", I exclaimed. It made little sense to me all through the rest of my dream, why did I have to take her back home if she was already on a trip with me? Why couldn't she continue. I was going through arguments with myself about where she would be safer and who would feed her and take care of her if I took her back home. I don't remember ever being able to make the decision.
There are parts of this dream I already don't remember. I may have to come back and revise if these memories return.
Later, I was driving my old faithful car on the 405 freeway, making a transition through construction areas to get on the Hollywood freeway. The transition was rough and I had to get out of my car and lead it with a rope to make the right turn onto the next stretch of road.
Monday, February 03, 2014
Burning Cornbread
I was at work. I worked at a school office. There was a voice mail on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. It was my husband calling, borrowing someone else's phone because he had locked himself out of the apartment. It took me forever to return the call. When I called, the owner of the cellphone he'd called from almost couldn't find him anymore. When husband got on the phone, he was all panicky because he needed to get back inside soon. He was baking cornbread and it was going to burn.
It would take too long for me to get to the apartment with a key. I was going to call the manager for him. Everything was also going wrong with that process. There was a red "stop" button on my computer and I pressed that instead of the start button. I was trying to get the number for the manager off of the internet and had to restart my computer because I'd pressed that red button! When I finally got back on, I couldn't remember the name of our apartments. Husband already had to give the phone back to the guy, so no help there.
I said "He'll figure out to go to the manager's office", and I wondered why I hadn't just told him to do that in the first place. I just imagined the smell of burned cornbread smoky smell in our apartment, like a nightmare in the making, and realized I had wasted most of my lunchtime, so I proceeded to the vending machine to buy some Frito's corn chips.
It would take too long for me to get to the apartment with a key. I was going to call the manager for him. Everything was also going wrong with that process. There was a red "stop" button on my computer and I pressed that instead of the start button. I was trying to get the number for the manager off of the internet and had to restart my computer because I'd pressed that red button! When I finally got back on, I couldn't remember the name of our apartments. Husband already had to give the phone back to the guy, so no help there.
I said "He'll figure out to go to the manager's office", and I wondered why I hadn't just told him to do that in the first place. I just imagined the smell of burned cornbread smoky smell in our apartment, like a nightmare in the making, and realized I had wasted most of my lunchtime, so I proceeded to the vending machine to buy some Frito's corn chips.
The Day Before Yesterday or What Day Is It?
It seemed like I was traveling a long journey. It was a nice trip, travelling not through cities or open plains, but mostly as if I were in hills or mountain areas with many trees and lush greenery. Strange because some of the way I was walking and some of it I was driving; switching from walking back to driving, I never had a problem finding my car.
When I finally arrived, I thought I was arriving just in time for the New Year. People in the dream who were at the house I had traveled to were concerned about my loss of time. I was unaware of the real date and time. Yet, the worry was only showing on their faces. Nobody was helping me.
I was younger in the dream. I was there to attend school. At first I thought I was in college, but the way some people were talking, maybe I was really in high school. An old school friend came over to help me study, or at least that was what I was anticipating. When she arrived, I was busy talking about plans to study for finals and she looked at me very seriously. "The semester already ended. You were in the hospital for a long time."
I didn't even remember being in the hospital and I had no idea why I'd been in a hospital. I didn't necessarily want people to know anything further about how lost I was feeling, since everything was so weird already. I talked about going to the school and she looked at me again with those serious eyes of hers. "You can't go to that school anymore. You're out of the district." She showed me some papers and told me these were papers from the school I had to attend. I was in a hurry to straighten things out and get back to speed with my education. We went outside to the car, driving away from the house as if we were on the way to meet people at that school and get me enrolled. She told me she would help me catch up with my studies.
When I finally arrived, I thought I was arriving just in time for the New Year. People in the dream who were at the house I had traveled to were concerned about my loss of time. I was unaware of the real date and time. Yet, the worry was only showing on their faces. Nobody was helping me.
I was younger in the dream. I was there to attend school. At first I thought I was in college, but the way some people were talking, maybe I was really in high school. An old school friend came over to help me study, or at least that was what I was anticipating. When she arrived, I was busy talking about plans to study for finals and she looked at me very seriously. "The semester already ended. You were in the hospital for a long time."
I didn't even remember being in the hospital and I had no idea why I'd been in a hospital. I didn't necessarily want people to know anything further about how lost I was feeling, since everything was so weird already. I talked about going to the school and she looked at me again with those serious eyes of hers. "You can't go to that school anymore. You're out of the district." She showed me some papers and told me these were papers from the school I had to attend. I was in a hurry to straighten things out and get back to speed with my education. We went outside to the car, driving away from the house as if we were on the way to meet people at that school and get me enrolled. She told me she would help me catch up with my studies.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Alarms and Dreams
Many people have probably had the funny experience of alarm clocks being something else in a dream; while the alarm is going off, the dreamer is not ready to wake up yet, so that the alarm clock adds extra stimulus to the dream.
A long time ago, I had a job that made it necessary to have an alarm set for 5 a.m. - I did not like having to wake so early in the morning. I took orders on my job for many things that were identified by style numbers. The majority were numbers in the five and six hundreds. As that alarm clock kept trying to wake me, every time I hit the snooze button, in my dream I was processing orders, talking to customers and looking at a computerized gadget that was telling me what the customer was ordering. I woke up when it got to a time that did not match up with a product and fortunately it was before 7 a.m.
I dream about work a lot. It's a good omen, provided you wake up and get to work on time. It means you will have work and sustenance.
This morning, I was dreaming about work again, only this time it was my phone alarm going off and in my dream I was looking at the phone at a detailed communication from someone, only it was the wrong communication. Every single time I looked at it, in my dream I was wondering why they kept sending the wrong information. It was very confusing and I felt like I did not have time for this. There was a deadline I was dealing with. The last time, the correct information flashed on my screen and that was also a surprise because it was different than expected.
Communication problems have been running rampant among some of my associates. They try to kill me with the stress. Everything will be alright.
A long time ago, I had a job that made it necessary to have an alarm set for 5 a.m. - I did not like having to wake so early in the morning. I took orders on my job for many things that were identified by style numbers. The majority were numbers in the five and six hundreds. As that alarm clock kept trying to wake me, every time I hit the snooze button, in my dream I was processing orders, talking to customers and looking at a computerized gadget that was telling me what the customer was ordering. I woke up when it got to a time that did not match up with a product and fortunately it was before 7 a.m.
I dream about work a lot. It's a good omen, provided you wake up and get to work on time. It means you will have work and sustenance.
This morning, I was dreaming about work again, only this time it was my phone alarm going off and in my dream I was looking at the phone at a detailed communication from someone, only it was the wrong communication. Every single time I looked at it, in my dream I was wondering why they kept sending the wrong information. It was very confusing and I felt like I did not have time for this. There was a deadline I was dealing with. The last time, the correct information flashed on my screen and that was also a surprise because it was different than expected.
Communication problems have been running rampant among some of my associates. They try to kill me with the stress. Everything will be alright.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
A Baby Named Anne Marie
This dream began as a dream about a party and went between two houses that were within a short walking distance. There was a creek that flowed behind the backyards of both houses. My friend Jami was in the dream. She appeared to be her present age.
I don't recall much else about the beginning of the dream except that there were things missing and we were looking for them at both houses.
There were several people I do not know at all who they were. Bruce was in part of it. Derrick was playing him a song he'd recorded called "Guilty of Your Love" which was quite good. Bruce liked the song and it was common thought that he could become famous with it.
There was a baby who had surgically implanted plastic on the palms of her hands and underneath her chin. It seemed ghastly to me that anyone would do this to their child, however it was never clear who she belonged to and the plastic additions didn't seem to bother her at all. Jami told me they were protective; they helped her to crawl better and she would't get hurt when her chin hit the ground. They would be painless to remove when she was old enough to walk and outgrew them.
While I was holding the baby I saw Little Sister, who in real life is taller than I am. In the dream she was shorter. She was the one who told me the baby's name. It was then that I wondered if the baby was part of our family. When I asked her how she was doing, my sister told me she was sad and that I had made her very sad. I woke up feeling terrible that I had made her so sad, feeling that this is a message and I somehow need to change whatever needs to be so that I am not any cause of sadness for her.
I don't recall much else about the beginning of the dream except that there were things missing and we were looking for them at both houses.
There were several people I do not know at all who they were. Bruce was in part of it. Derrick was playing him a song he'd recorded called "Guilty of Your Love" which was quite good. Bruce liked the song and it was common thought that he could become famous with it.
There was a baby who had surgically implanted plastic on the palms of her hands and underneath her chin. It seemed ghastly to me that anyone would do this to their child, however it was never clear who she belonged to and the plastic additions didn't seem to bother her at all. Jami told me they were protective; they helped her to crawl better and she would't get hurt when her chin hit the ground. They would be painless to remove when she was old enough to walk and outgrew them.
While I was holding the baby I saw Little Sister, who in real life is taller than I am. In the dream she was shorter. She was the one who told me the baby's name. It was then that I wondered if the baby was part of our family. When I asked her how she was doing, my sister told me she was sad and that I had made her very sad. I woke up feeling terrible that I had made her so sad, feeling that this is a message and I somehow need to change whatever needs to be so that I am not any cause of sadness for her.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Fist Full of What?
Just in case you didn't know, according to dream folklore, if you lose money in your dreams, the opposite is supposed to happen.So I should be gaining some money soon with these dreams.
In my first dream, I was working for Clint Eastwood, with some others. I don't remember what we were doing. In my recollection, it seems like we were doing something repetitive like putting packages together, stuffing envelopes or something similar. We were by the beach. An old friend of mine who is originally from Hawaii, a woman I have not seen in decades was there. She had binoculars and we were looking out on the ocean at an expanse of land I never knew about. She said Sepulveda Blvd continued on out that way. Obviously geography had changed a bit. My old friend told us she was going to move back to Hawaii.
When we finished doing our work for Clint, he didn't pay us with money. He gave us all a bunch of old papers that he said were worth more than money. However, none of us payees could see any value in this and he took off away from us fast, leaving us all to feel like we were robbed.
In my second dream, I was supposed to be on my way to a party. First, I was walking into a shopping mall. There was a group of about five men ahead of me, looking back at me. One of them told the others, "She's ugly. She's the one we should kill. We'll be doing the world a favor.
Okay, so instead of doing what most people would probably do, I tried to follow them. Apparently having been around Clint Eastwood gave me some extra chutzpah? Maybe I was carrying my own weapon. The fact that I followed them, maybe it scared them because they disappeared. That didn't stop me from looking for them.
So , I walked into a place that was a restaurant and bar, and Vincent Irizarry shows up in my dreams again. (strange). He grabs my hand and says, "come with me, I need you to help me". His deal was to organize a quick sale of "chances" for a raffle. We sold chances, probably to everyone in the place, and then we did the drawing. He disappeared. I announced the winner's name, she came up on stage with me. I looked for the prize money and I couldn't find it. I found Vincent's wallet (which was full of cash) and he quickly came back to get it and then took off again. We never found the winner's money. Thankfully there was not any kind of ruckus and she was nonchalant about things.
After all of that, I remembered there was this party I was supposed to go to. I was late. I couldn't find the fancy restaurant where the party was supposed to be in time to be there. There was an almost hidden entry to get into the elevator that took people up to this restaurant. By the time I got there, I was a day late, and of course the party was over. There was a money-minded hostess who waited at the top as soon as I exited the elevator. She started talking about the curry special and the price of the house wine. Prices were as sky-high as the penthouse floor where the restaurant was located. I told her I had to go to the ladies room first to freshen up. While I was in there, I re-acquainted myself with the fact I did not have much money. Then I realized it was Sunday and I had no idea how I was going to get home. Apparently I lived somewhere with limited public transportation. I went back down the elevator, but then an unknown man got on the elevator after it got back to the ground floor and he wouldn't let me get out. I had to ride back up to the top with him, he insisted. We traveled back up and then I woke up.
In my first dream, I was working for Clint Eastwood, with some others. I don't remember what we were doing. In my recollection, it seems like we were doing something repetitive like putting packages together, stuffing envelopes or something similar. We were by the beach. An old friend of mine who is originally from Hawaii, a woman I have not seen in decades was there. She had binoculars and we were looking out on the ocean at an expanse of land I never knew about. She said Sepulveda Blvd continued on out that way. Obviously geography had changed a bit. My old friend told us she was going to move back to Hawaii.
When we finished doing our work for Clint, he didn't pay us with money. He gave us all a bunch of old papers that he said were worth more than money. However, none of us payees could see any value in this and he took off away from us fast, leaving us all to feel like we were robbed.
In my second dream, I was supposed to be on my way to a party. First, I was walking into a shopping mall. There was a group of about five men ahead of me, looking back at me. One of them told the others, "She's ugly. She's the one we should kill. We'll be doing the world a favor.
Okay, so instead of doing what most people would probably do, I tried to follow them. Apparently having been around Clint Eastwood gave me some extra chutzpah? Maybe I was carrying my own weapon. The fact that I followed them, maybe it scared them because they disappeared. That didn't stop me from looking for them.
So , I walked into a place that was a restaurant and bar, and Vincent Irizarry shows up in my dreams again. (strange). He grabs my hand and says, "come with me, I need you to help me". His deal was to organize a quick sale of "chances" for a raffle. We sold chances, probably to everyone in the place, and then we did the drawing. He disappeared. I announced the winner's name, she came up on stage with me. I looked for the prize money and I couldn't find it. I found Vincent's wallet (which was full of cash) and he quickly came back to get it and then took off again. We never found the winner's money. Thankfully there was not any kind of ruckus and she was nonchalant about things.
After all of that, I remembered there was this party I was supposed to go to. I was late. I couldn't find the fancy restaurant where the party was supposed to be in time to be there. There was an almost hidden entry to get into the elevator that took people up to this restaurant. By the time I got there, I was a day late, and of course the party was over. There was a money-minded hostess who waited at the top as soon as I exited the elevator. She started talking about the curry special and the price of the house wine. Prices were as sky-high as the penthouse floor where the restaurant was located. I told her I had to go to the ladies room first to freshen up. While I was in there, I re-acquainted myself with the fact I did not have much money. Then I realized it was Sunday and I had no idea how I was going to get home. Apparently I lived somewhere with limited public transportation. I went back down the elevator, but then an unknown man got on the elevator after it got back to the ground floor and he wouldn't let me get out. I had to ride back up to the top with him, he insisted. We traveled back up and then I woke up.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Paying Attention
I was supposed to be administering listening comprehension tests. There were paragraphs that I was to read to people and then there were questions to see how well they were listening. It was boring material and no one taking the tests was able to keep their attention to it. In fact, most of the people, in real life, have some kind of attention deficit disorder, according to the quack medical system of the US. Truly, I was struggling to make it sound less boring than it was and to pay attention to what I was reading was a tremendous chore for me.
My eyes were hurting because I had lost my reading glasses. I had a headache probably because in wakened life I have had a migraine for a week a half or so. Someone came over to take the test and she saw how I felt. She asked me if I had any herb. I did not. She said, "Well, no wonder. Take a break and let's go get some." Looking at my schedule, I saw that would be possible.
We went out to my car and it was severely vandalized. It looked like someone had hit it from every direction possible with a gigantic mallet. All the windows were broken. There was a suitcase inside that had been slashed open, clothing and belongings strewn about. My laptop, which I immediately noticed behind the suitcase mess (and I worried, that I am dead meat in my work life if that laptop was destroyed) looked like it was the only thing that hadn't been touched. I got it out of my car and we took it back to where I was staying.
She (was it Louise or Dori?) said we could just walk over to M___s house and he would have some. I didn't know he smoked. She said for obvious reasons he keeps a super-low profile. Well, I knew he was very private about other aspects of his life, so thinking it through, it was not so surprising. He lived in a mobile home (that would be very strange for him in real life) He answered one door, and said he was babysitting his niece. He looked at me and asked for assurance that I would not tell anyone that he did this green thing. Then he said he would meet us at the front door and give us a bag. (that was nice).
Mostly, with the symbolism involved, I believe this dream relates to my present work life.
My eyes were hurting because I had lost my reading glasses. I had a headache probably because in wakened life I have had a migraine for a week a half or so. Someone came over to take the test and she saw how I felt. She asked me if I had any herb. I did not. She said, "Well, no wonder. Take a break and let's go get some." Looking at my schedule, I saw that would be possible.
We went out to my car and it was severely vandalized. It looked like someone had hit it from every direction possible with a gigantic mallet. All the windows were broken. There was a suitcase inside that had been slashed open, clothing and belongings strewn about. My laptop, which I immediately noticed behind the suitcase mess (and I worried, that I am dead meat in my work life if that laptop was destroyed) looked like it was the only thing that hadn't been touched. I got it out of my car and we took it back to where I was staying.
She (was it Louise or Dori?) said we could just walk over to M___s house and he would have some. I didn't know he smoked. She said for obvious reasons he keeps a super-low profile. Well, I knew he was very private about other aspects of his life, so thinking it through, it was not so surprising. He lived in a mobile home (that would be very strange for him in real life) He answered one door, and said he was babysitting his niece. He looked at me and asked for assurance that I would not tell anyone that he did this green thing. Then he said he would meet us at the front door and give us a bag. (that was nice).
Mostly, with the symbolism involved, I believe this dream relates to my present work life.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Kidnapped
The worse thing was, I didn't believe anyone was going to notice I was missing until the trail would become really cold. No one would ever find me. I would be a slave forever.
They told me that was why they were kidnapping me. I would be a sex slave. They took me to a church for a meeting. At the end of the meeting, I read a poem I had written. A man who was a part of the kidnapping attempted to shut me up, but I just kept turning away from him and got louder and louder. He snatched the paper away from me, but by that time, I was almost through and I was yelling out the bottom lines.
I never ended up having to do anything sexual in the dream, and I was telling one of the nicer kidnappers how much pain I was in at the end before I woke up. I was telling him they must have not been thinking very clearly to have chosen me to kidnap for these purposes. I was terrified they were going to kill me, but multliple sclerosis makes my body too stiff too much of the time, I am too old for this. He was nice, but he kept saying things like, "I know what you mean, but...
I am glad I woke up.
They told me that was why they were kidnapping me. I would be a sex slave. They took me to a church for a meeting. At the end of the meeting, I read a poem I had written. A man who was a part of the kidnapping attempted to shut me up, but I just kept turning away from him and got louder and louder. He snatched the paper away from me, but by that time, I was almost through and I was yelling out the bottom lines.
I never ended up having to do anything sexual in the dream, and I was telling one of the nicer kidnappers how much pain I was in at the end before I woke up. I was telling him they must have not been thinking very clearly to have chosen me to kidnap for these purposes. I was terrified they were going to kill me, but multliple sclerosis makes my body too stiff too much of the time, I am too old for this. He was nice, but he kept saying things like, "I know what you mean, but...
I am glad I woke up.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Blue Man Fred
Confession: This dream doesn't begin with Blue Man Fred and maybe this was 2 different dreams. In that case, the 2nd dream began with Blue Man Fred.
In my first dream it seemed like maybe I was working for a call center, maybe not. That atmosphere and decor looked different and there weren't many people working, however there were many work stations with phones. It looked more like a beauty salon, but nobody was having their hair styles nor did I see any tools stylists use to do hair.
It was Sabbath and I was at work. The entire dream, I couldn't figure out why I was walking to work. I walked through the campus of the U of M, feeling guilty. When I was at work, I never really worked. This other lady that was there took all the phone calls. At lunch, my friend MD surprised me with wine and a loaf of challah. We said blessings, ate, drank and shared conversation. He said he knew I was there and I could not understand how he knew. It seemed very strange to be drinking wine in the lunchroom at work. MD stashed the wine bottle and showed me another wine bottle he had stashed, he said there was a Jewish holiday when they had made him come to work.
Later, I was going home. I walked inside the house, surveyed each room to see if anyone else was home, and someone knocked at the door. I didn't look through the peephole or ask who it was, I just opened the door like some crazy, foolish woman and there was this big tall dark young man in a Blue-Man suit, (except his face wasn't blue). He said, "I need to use the bathroom real bad!". I don't remember verbally giving him permission or inviting him in. But he was past me in a second and on his way down the hall to the bathroom. He knew where to find it.
Somehow, my attention got diverted to something else and then back to the Blue Man, sprinting toward the front door and out he went! He wasn't holding or carrying anything and it didn't seem probable he could hide anything in that suit, so I didn't worry until I went into my room and found my laptop was taken apart. The screen had several layers and they were all separated all over my bedspread. I was patiently putting them back together (as if I knew what I was doing) and my youngest sister walked in. (Apparently, it was her house?)
"What happened?" she asked me. I explained. Then she looked up in my closet and asked "What's that cat?" She walked over to the top shelf and brought out my cat who was wrapped inside a blanket and tied up so that only her head was showing. I tried to calm my cat while I untied the bundle and she ran off to the front door after she was freed, as if she was going to take vengeance against her captor.
My sister asked, "What did he look like?" My description was pretty brief, but she answered like she was sure. "Oh, that's Fred! He's crazy. He does that to people. He used to work at Krogers as a meat-cutter."
"...And you just let him do that?"
She looked at me funny and said, "YOU just let him do that.
I went back to my computer, put it back together and realized the cord was missing. But then I found it on the floor. My cat came back into the room and was looking at me. Then I woke up and my cat was just sitting there looking at me.
In my first dream it seemed like maybe I was working for a call center, maybe not. That atmosphere and decor looked different and there weren't many people working, however there were many work stations with phones. It looked more like a beauty salon, but nobody was having their hair styles nor did I see any tools stylists use to do hair.
It was Sabbath and I was at work. The entire dream, I couldn't figure out why I was walking to work. I walked through the campus of the U of M, feeling guilty. When I was at work, I never really worked. This other lady that was there took all the phone calls. At lunch, my friend MD surprised me with wine and a loaf of challah. We said blessings, ate, drank and shared conversation. He said he knew I was there and I could not understand how he knew. It seemed very strange to be drinking wine in the lunchroom at work. MD stashed the wine bottle and showed me another wine bottle he had stashed, he said there was a Jewish holiday when they had made him come to work.
Later, I was going home. I walked inside the house, surveyed each room to see if anyone else was home, and someone knocked at the door. I didn't look through the peephole or ask who it was, I just opened the door like some crazy, foolish woman and there was this big tall dark young man in a Blue-Man suit, (except his face wasn't blue). He said, "I need to use the bathroom real bad!". I don't remember verbally giving him permission or inviting him in. But he was past me in a second and on his way down the hall to the bathroom. He knew where to find it.
Somehow, my attention got diverted to something else and then back to the Blue Man, sprinting toward the front door and out he went! He wasn't holding or carrying anything and it didn't seem probable he could hide anything in that suit, so I didn't worry until I went into my room and found my laptop was taken apart. The screen had several layers and they were all separated all over my bedspread. I was patiently putting them back together (as if I knew what I was doing) and my youngest sister walked in. (Apparently, it was her house?)
"What happened?" she asked me. I explained. Then she looked up in my closet and asked "What's that cat?" She walked over to the top shelf and brought out my cat who was wrapped inside a blanket and tied up so that only her head was showing. I tried to calm my cat while I untied the bundle and she ran off to the front door after she was freed, as if she was going to take vengeance against her captor.
My sister asked, "What did he look like?" My description was pretty brief, but she answered like she was sure. "Oh, that's Fred! He's crazy. He does that to people. He used to work at Krogers as a meat-cutter."
"...And you just let him do that?"
She looked at me funny and said, "YOU just let him do that.
I went back to my computer, put it back together and realized the cord was missing. But then I found it on the floor. My cat came back into the room and was looking at me. Then I woke up and my cat was just sitting there looking at me.
Friday, July 19, 2013
The Slap
I need to get this on the blog and out of my mind (for now). I know I will come back to read it later, but I hope to clear my mind for now and also need to remember the symbolism.
It starts out, I was walking down a big street in San Antonio. I was pushing something with wheels in front of me, maybe one of those little shopping baskets people can take on buses. I began to cross the street, jaywalking. I looked behind me and the cars at the light were at a stop. When I faced forward again, I see two young women crossing in front of me, wearing backpacks and maybe sleeping mats or sleeping bags on their backs. The longer I looked at them, I became aware they wore no clothes! It shocked me into a standstill. Suddenly I realized I heard a difference in traffic, looked behind me and went back to the side of the street I started from.
When I finally made it to the homeless shelter, I took a seat in the waiting room. To my left were a series of short shelves open to the other side, some shelves held containers of food. Somebody placed a container on the top shelf next to me and then came back with another container that went into the shelf underneath that.
I could not see the person on the other side, but I asked, "What is that?"
They said, "It's warmed milk."
I saw women with babies sitting in the waiting room and thought maybe it was for one of them. However, I asked anyway, "For what?"
They said it was for the soup. I figured I must be sitting in the wrong chair, so I moved. I walked out of there and went to a bar. Husband and I were drinking beer, standing and talking because it was crowded with people. There was a contest for a diamond ring and Husband won the contest! From out of nowhere, a dark-haired woman walked up to us, looking at him smiling, saying she knew he was going to give her the ring, right? She asked him if he wanted to go out in the back alley and do some kissy-kissy.
I looked at her like she was crazy and asked her if she was talking about having a threesome because he wasn't going nowhere without me (not that I really would have participated in a threesome). She slapped me! Then I walked away. (that was pretty stupid, right?) I was mad and I decided I wasn't going to go home. I didn't want to be there when he finally decided to show up. I walked toward a bus stop and saw a bus approaching. Scrambling to get enough change (for Metro Transit prices), I realized I had no idea where I was planning to go. I thought about going to Ingrid's house, but she would be in another state. Before I had the chance to do anything else stupid, I woke up and laughed because my arm was posed as if I was holding on to a pole on the bus.
It starts out, I was walking down a big street in San Antonio. I was pushing something with wheels in front of me, maybe one of those little shopping baskets people can take on buses. I began to cross the street, jaywalking. I looked behind me and the cars at the light were at a stop. When I faced forward again, I see two young women crossing in front of me, wearing backpacks and maybe sleeping mats or sleeping bags on their backs. The longer I looked at them, I became aware they wore no clothes! It shocked me into a standstill. Suddenly I realized I heard a difference in traffic, looked behind me and went back to the side of the street I started from.
When I finally made it to the homeless shelter, I took a seat in the waiting room. To my left were a series of short shelves open to the other side, some shelves held containers of food. Somebody placed a container on the top shelf next to me and then came back with another container that went into the shelf underneath that.
I could not see the person on the other side, but I asked, "What is that?"
They said, "It's warmed milk."
I saw women with babies sitting in the waiting room and thought maybe it was for one of them. However, I asked anyway, "For what?"
They said it was for the soup. I figured I must be sitting in the wrong chair, so I moved. I walked out of there and went to a bar. Husband and I were drinking beer, standing and talking because it was crowded with people. There was a contest for a diamond ring and Husband won the contest! From out of nowhere, a dark-haired woman walked up to us, looking at him smiling, saying she knew he was going to give her the ring, right? She asked him if he wanted to go out in the back alley and do some kissy-kissy.
I looked at her like she was crazy and asked her if she was talking about having a threesome because he wasn't going nowhere without me (not that I really would have participated in a threesome). She slapped me! Then I walked away. (that was pretty stupid, right?) I was mad and I decided I wasn't going to go home. I didn't want to be there when he finally decided to show up. I walked toward a bus stop and saw a bus approaching. Scrambling to get enough change (for Metro Transit prices), I realized I had no idea where I was planning to go. I thought about going to Ingrid's house, but she would be in another state. Before I had the chance to do anything else stupid, I woke up and laughed because my arm was posed as if I was holding on to a pole on the bus.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The Surgery Never Completed
I was supposed to have a surgery. It seemed like it was to be an angioplasty, except they weren't going in the normal way, they were going in through my armpit.
The first day they tried it, my cat and another cat were at the hospital with me. At first they were cool. Later they decided to run out of the room, which was worrisome. The surgery was interrupted and they told me to get my cats and take them home. I was to return the next day to try again.
The next day, I was there and when they began the surgery, I felt so strange, like I was not getting enough air. (Strange, because they should have been giving me oxygen). They were surprised when I complained, saying they must not have given me enough of a certain drug. They administered more drug and left the room. The drug didn't do anything. I became bored from waiting so long for them to return, so I eventually got up, got dressed and left.
I met some friends who were going to see a magic show. We went to a theater in a different town, that was unexpected, Rina's brother said it was a better show and it was true. When we arrived, there was less of a crowd. We had better seats, closer to the stage than it would probably have been if we had gone to the usual place. I didn't go home with them.
Next thing I remember, I was sitting at a busstop. There were all of these people in houses nearby, looking out of windows at me and talking among themselves, arguing about what race I was, so much that it became extraordinarily annoying. I began singing about them, like an opera, which only made it worse because then they all came out of their houses and converged upon me, stealing too much of my air. I got up and went to another bench, exclaiming "I have heart problems and I am having problems breathing." An old Black woman said, "I'm glad you told us that", and then I woke up.
The first day they tried it, my cat and another cat were at the hospital with me. At first they were cool. Later they decided to run out of the room, which was worrisome. The surgery was interrupted and they told me to get my cats and take them home. I was to return the next day to try again.
The next day, I was there and when they began the surgery, I felt so strange, like I was not getting enough air. (Strange, because they should have been giving me oxygen). They were surprised when I complained, saying they must not have given me enough of a certain drug. They administered more drug and left the room. The drug didn't do anything. I became bored from waiting so long for them to return, so I eventually got up, got dressed and left.
I met some friends who were going to see a magic show. We went to a theater in a different town, that was unexpected, Rina's brother said it was a better show and it was true. When we arrived, there was less of a crowd. We had better seats, closer to the stage than it would probably have been if we had gone to the usual place. I didn't go home with them.
Next thing I remember, I was sitting at a busstop. There were all of these people in houses nearby, looking out of windows at me and talking among themselves, arguing about what race I was, so much that it became extraordinarily annoying. I began singing about them, like an opera, which only made it worse because then they all came out of their houses and converged upon me, stealing too much of my air. I got up and went to another bench, exclaiming "I have heart problems and I am having problems breathing." An old Black woman said, "I'm glad you told us that", and then I woke up.
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Dream a Little Dream
I dreamed several dreams, but of course, this little dream
was the last one that woke me and the only one I remember all day. It was a
migraine overnighter.
It was the smitten 27-year old who is so upset with me and alternately badly influenced about me from the waggling tongues of false tale-tellers, that
I make him “uncomfortable” to be around me, who suddenly and surprisingly walked
up to me, looking like a big-eyed puppy dog as I was sitting down googling something on the
Mac. His hair looked better than I’ve
ever seen it. After all of this, I made my search engine seem more important. I need an apology. His "discomfort" and these lies need to quit. My honor needs restoration. I refused to speak because he needed to speak first. I couldn’t look at him, but I was looking at both of us from outside of my body
(I rarely dream like that). He kept looking at me, but he would not say
anything. I don’t know if he just couldn’t speak or if he was waiting for me to
say something. I woke up.
Funny thought for me to think of anyone reading this: you
know how some people have the same dreams consecutively? Of course, everyone
does this. Hahaha. I wonder if it was originally his dream because his hair looked so
good.
Who's zooming who? I still maintain my innocence. (smile)
Sunday, June 09, 2013
This is TROUBLE
First, Rina came into my room, trying to talk to me about the controversy about me and her brother. I began to tell her and we were interrupted. I never got the chance to set her straight about things. Her brother was cross. I called him a heathen to his face and I made it clear that I had no understanding how he could think I wanted to be intimate with him. There was a heater that was out of order. It would not turn off. (yes, I get the innuendo) He said he would fix it. Instead, he MADLY took a stick to the fan behind the heater and kept hitting it until he broke it to pieces. Next thing I remember, I was in their mother's car. She was going to take me to the grocery store. I was in the passenger seat of the car. She abruptly got out of the car, while it was moving in reverse. I asked her what was going on, as I did my best to maneuver over to hit the brake, put the car in park, and get behind the steering wheel. Was I supposed to drive myself? She said yes. I did fine getting to the grocery store, but after I got there, I could not control my shopping cart.
Woe!
Woe!
Saturday, March 02, 2013
When It's So Much Trauma
I can't help knowing there is a message involved and I am not doing an adequate job of delivering the warning. It was like 6 hours of nightmares and trying to reason why. SS all over the place, but more. Knowing someone is going to die an early death because of her obsession to help him, because she thinks his soul is salvageable, because she doesn't recognize the extreme evil and crafty cruelty he exudes.
I am traumatized only because I know I am supposed to convey a message to ears that close themselves to my words. I know I am here with these people, in this situation that I don't want to be in, for specific reasons. Yet I don't know how to communicate it right. I don't even know anymore if I am supposed to break through the barriers they put up against my communication attempts. I must think about this for awhile before going further with action.
Meanwhile, since my last post I have had more dreams about walking about large building structures that are apartments or living quarters for massive amounts of people. I am still processing this, not knowing for sure how this symbolism should be interpreted.
I am traumatized only because I know I am supposed to convey a message to ears that close themselves to my words. I know I am here with these people, in this situation that I don't want to be in, for specific reasons. Yet I don't know how to communicate it right. I don't even know anymore if I am supposed to break through the barriers they put up against my communication attempts. I must think about this for awhile before going further with action.
Meanwhile, since my last post I have had more dreams about walking about large building structures that are apartments or living quarters for massive amounts of people. I am still processing this, not knowing for sure how this symbolism should be interpreted.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Sometimes Dreams Go All Over The Place
So I say this with caution: Sometimes dreams do go all over the place, one minute your in one place and the next it's something completely else. I can't exactly remember what order any of this went in, I just remember it was all so very disturbing.
I was offered a job as a Spa Director, presumably for a place I had worked before (except for the fact that in real life I have never worked there). The woman who used to run this place was someone in real life who used to run another company I worked at for a minute, however in the dream, she had relinquished her position and quit. That was one of the reasons they wanted me back.
In the dream, I was having problems deciding what I was wearing to get there. There was also a dilemma of shoes. This place was nearby and it would have been simpler to walk, I wore walking shoes, and later realized I was going to have to get on a bus anyway because there was a part of the street where people were tearing up the sidewalk. I almost considered changing into something that would go better with heels and finally decided against changing at all.
Taking the bus, I was still going to have to do the majority of the walk because the bus stops were about 2 blocks away in both directions. I could walk up a hill or walk down only a slight hill. I didn't take the hill and the driver let me off early. Then I had to jaywalk and only walk past a few shops before I got to my new job. As I went in, I suddenly felt overdressed.
Girl dreams! HAHA
Then it got more serious.
There was a part where I was being hurried up by people, there were others who joined or were herded in with us. It was random, but it reminded me of primary school, everybody stay in line, please. I could not stay in there lines. I kept running off and exploring. The building was new. I lifted a key to a bathroom we passed. This was supposed to be my new home. There were people I have known there and people I have never met. Funny, I felt like I was in Orange County, California and later it was stated that we were indeed there in Orange County and we were on Beach Blvd. Derrick and I escaped off of the property, we went to a convenience store to get something to eat because we realized it was going to be all cafeteria food at this place. I realized it was not going to be kosher and there was no choice to have a kosher part of the building to live in. (not that the convenience store was kosher... it's a dream and does not have to make sense.
Then we went off in another direction as if we were not going back. We ran into a gang. SS was there, high on crack with a bunch of thugs. One of them grabbed me and they were trying to scare me. I just kept smiling, almost like I was a madwoman. Some other guy had a meat cleaver he was brandishing. They grabbed my hair like they were going to chop it off. Another guy threateningly zipped his finger across his throat and people laughed. Meanwhile, they were seriously pulling at my hair and trying to make me scream, but I wouldn't scream. Instead I just had this lunatic smile on my face. They chopped my hair off and I turned around smiling at them and asked, "Are you happy now?"
Derrick was impatiently yelling, "Come on!" as he was acting like he was going to run off and leave me alone. It had dawned on him that we didn't really know the neighborhood and he thought we will probably be better off where we were. I dreaded that if we went back to that place we were never going to get back out of there. I went back with him anyway, and I don't know why.
The other really bothersome remembrance that I have from this morning's dreams is that I was rising up into the sky, I couldn't help myself but to keep going up, I could not slow myself down. I was looking down at my cat. She was also rising up into the sky below me. She wasn't rising as quickly and I did not want to lose her. I called to her and it was like there was an invisible string between us, holding us together and it was getting longer to make up for the increasing distance, but I was trying to bring her closer anyway. The Shekhinah was drawing us upward, I remember that feeling and trying to explain this to my cat.
This is the second dream I have had about me feeling like I am dying, living in this house. And in real life, at present, the owners of this house I live in are allowing SS to stay here because he has "serious problems". Oy!
I was offered a job as a Spa Director, presumably for a place I had worked before (except for the fact that in real life I have never worked there). The woman who used to run this place was someone in real life who used to run another company I worked at for a minute, however in the dream, she had relinquished her position and quit. That was one of the reasons they wanted me back.
In the dream, I was having problems deciding what I was wearing to get there. There was also a dilemma of shoes. This place was nearby and it would have been simpler to walk, I wore walking shoes, and later realized I was going to have to get on a bus anyway because there was a part of the street where people were tearing up the sidewalk. I almost considered changing into something that would go better with heels and finally decided against changing at all.
Taking the bus, I was still going to have to do the majority of the walk because the bus stops were about 2 blocks away in both directions. I could walk up a hill or walk down only a slight hill. I didn't take the hill and the driver let me off early. Then I had to jaywalk and only walk past a few shops before I got to my new job. As I went in, I suddenly felt overdressed.
Girl dreams! HAHA
Then it got more serious.
There was a part where I was being hurried up by people, there were others who joined or were herded in with us. It was random, but it reminded me of primary school, everybody stay in line, please. I could not stay in there lines. I kept running off and exploring. The building was new. I lifted a key to a bathroom we passed. This was supposed to be my new home. There were people I have known there and people I have never met. Funny, I felt like I was in Orange County, California and later it was stated that we were indeed there in Orange County and we were on Beach Blvd. Derrick and I escaped off of the property, we went to a convenience store to get something to eat because we realized it was going to be all cafeteria food at this place. I realized it was not going to be kosher and there was no choice to have a kosher part of the building to live in. (not that the convenience store was kosher... it's a dream and does not have to make sense.
Then we went off in another direction as if we were not going back. We ran into a gang. SS was there, high on crack with a bunch of thugs. One of them grabbed me and they were trying to scare me. I just kept smiling, almost like I was a madwoman. Some other guy had a meat cleaver he was brandishing. They grabbed my hair like they were going to chop it off. Another guy threateningly zipped his finger across his throat and people laughed. Meanwhile, they were seriously pulling at my hair and trying to make me scream, but I wouldn't scream. Instead I just had this lunatic smile on my face. They chopped my hair off and I turned around smiling at them and asked, "Are you happy now?"
Derrick was impatiently yelling, "Come on!" as he was acting like he was going to run off and leave me alone. It had dawned on him that we didn't really know the neighborhood and he thought we will probably be better off where we were. I dreaded that if we went back to that place we were never going to get back out of there. I went back with him anyway, and I don't know why.
The other really bothersome remembrance that I have from this morning's dreams is that I was rising up into the sky, I couldn't help myself but to keep going up, I could not slow myself down. I was looking down at my cat. She was also rising up into the sky below me. She wasn't rising as quickly and I did not want to lose her. I called to her and it was like there was an invisible string between us, holding us together and it was getting longer to make up for the increasing distance, but I was trying to bring her closer anyway. The Shekhinah was drawing us upward, I remember that feeling and trying to explain this to my cat.
This is the second dream I have had about me feeling like I am dying, living in this house. And in real life, at present, the owners of this house I live in are allowing SS to stay here because he has "serious problems". Oy!
Saturday, December 01, 2012
A Vegetarian Frying Chicken?
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...
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...
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.
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