It's been too deep for way longer than preferred.
Anyway, I dreamed about my ex-husband. He called me, sounding nervous in his voice, saying "This is your ex" (as if I wouldn't recognize his voice. It's not as if I need the clarification.
He began telling me about the woman he's now connected with. He said she works as a counselor. After 2 minutes, I knew it was a lie and my dream disconnected. I woke up.
When I first awoke, I wondered if he'd passed on. I often dream of him Sunday mornings though and I have a theory this happens because it's the only morning he most often has no work to wake up for. My ex and I have often connected in our dreams and I suspect he was also asleep dreaming of me. I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up saying, "she KNEW that was a lie! LOL
Sunday, June 04, 2017
Thursday, November 03, 2016
Hair in the Cheese
The order in my timing of having this dream and experiencing the meaning was immediate and it reminded me of another dream from decades ago with a similar level of disgust.
I woke up and a strange woman was in my bed next to me. There were at least 2 other mattresses set up as beds on the floor with other strangers sitting up in them, under their blankets.
The woman next to me told me her name and left for a minute. She brought back fried cheese for everyone. She threw mine at me. It landed on my blanket; however I would not have eaten it anyway because there was all kinds of fresh (not fried) hair from someone's head stuck in with the cheese. In my dream, I felt like crying. The day before (in wakened life) I told someone about my love for cheese; I have some with almost every meal. In the dream, it was obvious this woman was the opposite of a friend. She spoke to me as a bully would speak. She ruined my favorite thing
In the morning, directly following this dream, I wake up to a text notification from a woman pretending to be my husband, or at least taunting me with immature texts via his number.
Is it over though? Probably not, according to him and I don't know my answer yet.
What this reminds me of was a dream at the beginning of an extensively long on-and off relationship I had. While we were in bed sleeping together, in my dream we were at a lovely picnic in a beautifully lush park. A slimy pig ran through our picnic blanket and food, messing up everything. As I tried to catch the pig, it was greasy and gross, I felt disgusted and filthy as I did with the hairy cheese. With the pig dream, I woke up to someone pounding on the door. I got all the way to the door and my man told me ignore it. I thought about the dream, the pig, and the bad vibes I associate from pigs to begin with and let her continue knocking until she got bored with it. The next day, I had to clean off all of the grease she left on the door, I am not joking. I don't know if she was eating something greasy or if she was going mental running her hands through greased up hair (or that jheri-curl spray from the 1980s). That woman became my nemesis for way too long, he became a bigamist, and for the longest time I didn't know which one of us women was first, eventually finding proof I was actually the righteous first. But, that was a dilemma that rightfully gave the other woman the benefit of the doubt, a certain amount of respect and ultimate wisdom of knowing where to properly direct fault.
Lesson learned, I can't easily envision having myself in such dramatic situations at this age :)
I woke up and a strange woman was in my bed next to me. There were at least 2 other mattresses set up as beds on the floor with other strangers sitting up in them, under their blankets.
The woman next to me told me her name and left for a minute. She brought back fried cheese for everyone. She threw mine at me. It landed on my blanket; however I would not have eaten it anyway because there was all kinds of fresh (not fried) hair from someone's head stuck in with the cheese. In my dream, I felt like crying. The day before (in wakened life) I told someone about my love for cheese; I have some with almost every meal. In the dream, it was obvious this woman was the opposite of a friend. She spoke to me as a bully would speak. She ruined my favorite thing
In the morning, directly following this dream, I wake up to a text notification from a woman pretending to be my husband, or at least taunting me with immature texts via his number.
Is it over though? Probably not, according to him and I don't know my answer yet.
What this reminds me of was a dream at the beginning of an extensively long on-and off relationship I had. While we were in bed sleeping together, in my dream we were at a lovely picnic in a beautifully lush park. A slimy pig ran through our picnic blanket and food, messing up everything. As I tried to catch the pig, it was greasy and gross, I felt disgusted and filthy as I did with the hairy cheese. With the pig dream, I woke up to someone pounding on the door. I got all the way to the door and my man told me ignore it. I thought about the dream, the pig, and the bad vibes I associate from pigs to begin with and let her continue knocking until she got bored with it. The next day, I had to clean off all of the grease she left on the door, I am not joking. I don't know if she was eating something greasy or if she was going mental running her hands through greased up hair (or that jheri-curl spray from the 1980s). That woman became my nemesis for way too long, he became a bigamist, and for the longest time I didn't know which one of us women was first, eventually finding proof I was actually the righteous first. But, that was a dilemma that rightfully gave the other woman the benefit of the doubt, a certain amount of respect and ultimate wisdom of knowing where to properly direct fault.
Lesson learned, I can't easily envision having myself in such dramatic situations at this age :)
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Dead People: Real as Life
When I awoke from this dream, I remembered that before that dream I had been dreaming about someone else who has also left this earth. Now I can't remember that earlier dream or who it was.
In this dream, I was having a drink at a club. The music was subdued and the lights were dimmed. Prince was there. He recognized me from decades ago and we started talking about the old days. He said he'd always wanted to get to know me better but we'd never had the chance and wondering, what happened with that? Why did we never get together? (I was too shy. He was a Gemini. Those two reasons were enough for me, back in the day).
His eyes were always so penetrating if he wanted them to be and this time he had me mesmerized. He made his moves and unexpectedly for me, soon we were passionately kissing. It was way too hot of a dream. He wanted to get me into bed and I said I wanted to be wearing some special lingerie if I was going to be with him. He said he had some. I wanted my own. He said he would wait.
I drove to a mall in the same old favorite car I always drive in my dreams. (I always find that amusing). The mall was closing and most of the stores were already closed. Security wouldn't let me in even though the store I wanted to go to technically had about 15 more minutes to be open.
I began to drive back to my house, lamenting about the time. Suddenly in my dream, I remembered Prince wasn't even alive anymore. Was I being seduced by a ghost? This caused me to wake up and shudder. It's only been 6 months.
Intensely saddened all over again, I miss Prince. This morning, again I chastize myself for not trying harder to reconnect with him, at least musically or socially. Dreaming of the dead is often a warning. As I have told many this year many times, I would not be surprised if I am dead within this next year. When I woke up, my first thought was that he was calling me to the other side. When I thought of the other person in the dream before, I thought it more strongly. It took awhile to get back to sleep.
In this dream, I was having a drink at a club. The music was subdued and the lights were dimmed. Prince was there. He recognized me from decades ago and we started talking about the old days. He said he'd always wanted to get to know me better but we'd never had the chance and wondering, what happened with that? Why did we never get together? (I was too shy. He was a Gemini. Those two reasons were enough for me, back in the day).
His eyes were always so penetrating if he wanted them to be and this time he had me mesmerized. He made his moves and unexpectedly for me, soon we were passionately kissing. It was way too hot of a dream. He wanted to get me into bed and I said I wanted to be wearing some special lingerie if I was going to be with him. He said he had some. I wanted my own. He said he would wait.
I drove to a mall in the same old favorite car I always drive in my dreams. (I always find that amusing). The mall was closing and most of the stores were already closed. Security wouldn't let me in even though the store I wanted to go to technically had about 15 more minutes to be open.
I began to drive back to my house, lamenting about the time. Suddenly in my dream, I remembered Prince wasn't even alive anymore. Was I being seduced by a ghost? This caused me to wake up and shudder. It's only been 6 months.
Intensely saddened all over again, I miss Prince. This morning, again I chastize myself for not trying harder to reconnect with him, at least musically or socially. Dreaming of the dead is often a warning. As I have told many this year many times, I would not be surprised if I am dead within this next year. When I woke up, my first thought was that he was calling me to the other side. When I thought of the other person in the dream before, I thought it more strongly. It took awhile to get back to sleep.
Monday, October 03, 2016
What a Warning!
I woke from a terrible nightmare this morning. How strange it was. It took awhile to get rid of the terrible taste and convince myself that I was alright.
Terrible is the taste of crumbling dental materials.
The guy from the last dream I wrote about was trying to get me into bed. As tempting as that might have been, I was preoccupied. I had more than one dental crown slipping out of place. In wakened life, I only have one crown. Obviously, this could not have been appealing, so I was trying to hide that this was happening, wondering if I had some dental adhesive somewhere to do a quick fix. Of course, I was not going to be able to fix all of the crumbling bad taste that I needed to spit out. I was afraid to talk. I went to the bathroom and what came out of my mouth included 2 crowns and numerous fake fingernail tips.
I woke up with that gritty dental material taste, checking my teeth to make sure they still feel solid, convincing myself it was only a dream because I only have one crown.
Back to sleep, I returned to the same dream. His member was huge, erect and discolored. He told me that's what I did to him. He was mad at me for making him wait, and talking about leaving.
Covering my mouth, I tell him I am having a problem with my tooth and it's embarrassing; that my lack of action is not his fault. He got back into bed. Then, even though my mouth had been emptied of everything that didn't belong there, it re-materialized and I had that terrible-tasting gritty stuff floating around inside my mouth all over again. I returned to the bathroom to spit more of the same out into my hands.
Sometime in that dream, someone (can't remember who) started taking all of the sheets off the bed and then re-made the bed with the same.
When I woke up from this, it took at least an hour to get back to sleep.
The funny thing is that I have personally been on a rant about people who think me wrong for my blatant honesty. Although all of this fake stuff came from my mouth in the dream, is it really indicating dishonesty from others OR is it indicating too many people not trusting me?
Time will tell.
Almost always, it is a good omen for a woman to not dream of having sex. We did it, not :)
Terrible is the taste of crumbling dental materials.
The guy from the last dream I wrote about was trying to get me into bed. As tempting as that might have been, I was preoccupied. I had more than one dental crown slipping out of place. In wakened life, I only have one crown. Obviously, this could not have been appealing, so I was trying to hide that this was happening, wondering if I had some dental adhesive somewhere to do a quick fix. Of course, I was not going to be able to fix all of the crumbling bad taste that I needed to spit out. I was afraid to talk. I went to the bathroom and what came out of my mouth included 2 crowns and numerous fake fingernail tips.
I woke up with that gritty dental material taste, checking my teeth to make sure they still feel solid, convincing myself it was only a dream because I only have one crown.
Back to sleep, I returned to the same dream. His member was huge, erect and discolored. He told me that's what I did to him. He was mad at me for making him wait, and talking about leaving.
Covering my mouth, I tell him I am having a problem with my tooth and it's embarrassing; that my lack of action is not his fault. He got back into bed. Then, even though my mouth had been emptied of everything that didn't belong there, it re-materialized and I had that terrible-tasting gritty stuff floating around inside my mouth all over again. I returned to the bathroom to spit more of the same out into my hands.
Sometime in that dream, someone (can't remember who) started taking all of the sheets off the bed and then re-made the bed with the same.
When I woke up from this, it took at least an hour to get back to sleep.
The funny thing is that I have personally been on a rant about people who think me wrong for my blatant honesty. Although all of this fake stuff came from my mouth in the dream, is it really indicating dishonesty from others OR is it indicating too many people not trusting me?
Time will tell.
Almost always, it is a good omen for a woman to not dream of having sex. We did it, not :)
Monday, September 05, 2016
Heartbeats
Something happened before and I don't remember anything about it now. My dreams have been fleeting. Not sleeping well and waking up too fast, I lose it while I try grasping at the memory of dreams. Does it keep us from only getting the most important information? I believe that is so possible.
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Heartbeats
Something happened before and I don't remember anything about it now. My dreams have been fleeting. Not sleeping well and waking up too fast, I lose it while I try grasping at the memory of dreams. Does it keep us from only getting the most important information? I believe that is so possible.
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Our consciousness as a whole, interrelates on levels we are mostly unaware. When we dream of others are we in their dreams. Sometimes that happens between soulmates or souls that are otherwise closely connected. With some people, we can be so connected that the psychic communication is not limited to dreams and also occurs in awakened moments.
This morning, all I remember was that M grabbed me and hugged me tightly, after whatever it was that happened. His heart was beating fast, so fast I worried for a moment was he having that uncontrollable heartbeat like his mother experiences sometimes. After our embrace continued, for a long minute, his heartbeat finally went back to normal and we couldn't let go for a longer time. I remember feeling relieved and happy that J must have been the reason for his heart beating so fast, foolish older woman that I apparently have become for him... Only in my dreams for now... ;)
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Sleeping in Beds in Strange Places
Yes, this is what it was all about this morning. Blatant, so many beds so many strange places, so many beds in strange places. Repetitively definite dream symbol.
I slept and woke up in so many different places, on a mattress that just kept changing places to be. Only one time did I physically move the mattress, from a storage space where I woke up 2 feet under a shelf that had things hanging down over me. I moved the mattress to an unoccupied room that had a swimming pool. I woke up in that room and my mattress had moved so that part of it was laid over the edge where the stairs went into the shallow end. It was amazing that I hadn't rolled over into the pool and drowned in my sleep, I exclaimed.
At some point in the dream I tried to catch a bus and the driver said the bus had been canceled because the original driver had been arrested and the new driver was just driving the bus back to the station. No passengers allowed
More sleeping and waking up in strange places. In the last place, there were 2 mattresses and O was sleeping next to me. We both had our clothes on; nothing sexy going on there. We woke up and were talking to each other as if there was no troubles between us and we heard B get home (so although we were not in a normal place, B was still with us getting home from work in usually predictable grumpy state of mind). I looked at O, I suddenly felt guilty for no reason and I said, and abruptly changed the subject. "He's going to know you're here. Do you have my money? B is going to want to know if you have my money."
Then I woke up.
I believe it is apparent I will hear from O soon. Will he have my money? I don't know. It is a good omen that he didn't give me money in the dream. As many strange beds as there were, MAYBE I will hear from other people who fall more under the classification as truly being "old friends".
I needed a good dream. Good predictions are the best (especially after they become fulfilled).
I slept and woke up in so many different places, on a mattress that just kept changing places to be. Only one time did I physically move the mattress, from a storage space where I woke up 2 feet under a shelf that had things hanging down over me. I moved the mattress to an unoccupied room that had a swimming pool. I woke up in that room and my mattress had moved so that part of it was laid over the edge where the stairs went into the shallow end. It was amazing that I hadn't rolled over into the pool and drowned in my sleep, I exclaimed.
At some point in the dream I tried to catch a bus and the driver said the bus had been canceled because the original driver had been arrested and the new driver was just driving the bus back to the station. No passengers allowed
More sleeping and waking up in strange places. In the last place, there were 2 mattresses and O was sleeping next to me. We both had our clothes on; nothing sexy going on there. We woke up and were talking to each other as if there was no troubles between us and we heard B get home (so although we were not in a normal place, B was still with us getting home from work in usually predictable grumpy state of mind). I looked at O, I suddenly felt guilty for no reason and I said, and abruptly changed the subject. "He's going to know you're here. Do you have my money? B is going to want to know if you have my money."
Then I woke up.
I believe it is apparent I will hear from O soon. Will he have my money? I don't know. It is a good omen that he didn't give me money in the dream. As many strange beds as there were, MAYBE I will hear from other people who fall more under the classification as truly being "old friends".
I needed a good dream. Good predictions are the best (especially after they become fulfilled).
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Bicycling in My Dreams
Miss J has been MIA for awhile and we've been worried about her. However, in my dream we met up while we were both enjoying our own separate bike rides on a beautiful sunny day. A police officer interrupted our conversation as he pointed out that my bike was not registered. There is no registration statute for bicycles here, so when I woke up that was a funny memory from the past. Meanwhile, in the dream I told him I bought the bicycle for the May Day parade and that it will be covered with a bicycle costume; nobody will see that the registration sticker is missing. He nodded that was true. Then he carried on to direct traffic. Miss J and I took off together in the same direction on bicycles like we were both on our way to the same place and we would end up back at my place.
I hope this might mean her troubles (as well as my own) may soon seem more minor, she will soon be in a better way and we will hear from her by May Day.
I hope this might mean her troubles (as well as my own) may soon seem more minor, she will soon be in a better way and we will hear from her by May Day.
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Speak Only When Spoken To?
Maybe it depends on who is in your circles that matters about how comfortable it is to talk about dream signs and predictions, as well as other psychic and spiritual phenomena. Some people I know who used to speak naturally of these things have grown more conservative or locked into certain religious beliefs that forbid them to discuss such things as they have gotten older. They are afraid of going to hell for accepting supernatural happenings even though they know they have experienced such things. With others I know it's so accepted as fact.
More often in the past ten years or so, I have had this experience with three people in my "close" circle of people who have now become those kind of people imprisoned by religion. One of these friends has never been quite the same with me since the year I dreamed about her brother's birthday party and I could describe exactly where it was comparing a street name and landmarks in the dream with what I could find on Google Maps. She accused me of witchcraft, hocus pocus and defensively denied that he had a girlfriend who lived at the location of the party, except that we have known each other for 30 years and she knows I know every nuance of her voice when she is telling truth or not; aside from that she just doesn't talk to me as much after I told her about that dream and what happened at the party, the food, etc. I realize to people who are not so familiar with me, revelations like this could be possibly frightening, but I've been sensitive to spiritual energies and strongly aware of some supernatural activity for most of my life, so I see it as just a part of me that my close, long-term friends should just have understanding or at least acceptance for... Or they don't and then there is distance which takes away closeness.
Now, when people tell me about dreams, whether they know I am into analyzing dreams or not, if they don't ask me what it means, I am less likely to offer information.
Today, someone wrote on Facebook about dreaming so much about mice on her job. She also posts a lot about being religious. If she asked me, I would say MAYBE it's just because it's springtime and mice are happy to be running around outdoors again and you are obsessively frightened with mice. It's just a subconscious worry and on the other hand, mice on your job COULD MEAN you are working with some two-legged rats (or at least insincere smile-in-your-face co-workers) who are trying to bring you down or it could be a bunch of discouraging things that happen on the job in the next little while. Well, this is one time I will just sit back and see what happens.
When I began this post, I was thinking about asking for feedback, like "what would you do?" and now I am content with my decision to not volunteer information about dreams when it's not directly asked of me, with the exception of this blog of course :)
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Re-visiting Not Being at a Wedding
Someone I know is getting married soon. She will be married in her hometown hundreds of miles away and I am not invited. I'm fine with that. It was funny yesterday when I dreamed about being there for festivities. There was a large group of us women there and Quisha's invitation list was huge. The party was lavish, a buffet and waiters walking around distributing trays of wine before the actual ceremony.
Quisha provided bountiful gift bags for all of the women attending. It seemed there was no limitation on how much her parents were able to spend on this celebration. She was rude to us, though. When she saw us coming, she did not warmly greet us like the others. In fact, she averted her eyes away from us even though in the dream we were all invited. So we all picked up a grab bag, had a drink and some hors d'oeuvres and went on our way to another party that was down the way in another ballroom.
This dream went other places after the parties and we never got to the wedding. After I woke up, at first I was thinking this was just funny that I dreamed about her wedding in the first place. Later today, I thought more about it. Wedding dreams (more specifically, dreams about a wedding that was going to take place and never happened in my dreams) were one of two repeated dream symbols that compelled me to begin learning about dream symbolism!
Dreaming about attending a wedding is a bad omen that predicts an event in the upcoming future that will mess with progression, success and happiness. It might even bring on bitterness. In my previous experience, the dreams that were so repetitively different using the same symbolism were warning me about problems coming up. But the fact that I was never physically at the actual wedding was the key to let me know there would be events that would attempt to mess with my progression, success and happiness and that I would not be affected so much by them. At that time, I was just beginning to figure out symbolic meanings and how to understand them best. I had no clue what it really meant. Now this time, there are also major things happening in my life that are attempting to stress me out to the max. I had one another dream last month that was wildly assuring me of dangerous obstacles that I will survive and this wedding dream is added reassurance because the Divine knows I understand this dream for sure. As things have become more precarious each day that goes by, I feel so much gratitude for this understanding. Things are getting very tough for me; but I will be alright, my dreams are telling me so. Peace
Quisha provided bountiful gift bags for all of the women attending. It seemed there was no limitation on how much her parents were able to spend on this celebration. She was rude to us, though. When she saw us coming, she did not warmly greet us like the others. In fact, she averted her eyes away from us even though in the dream we were all invited. So we all picked up a grab bag, had a drink and some hors d'oeuvres and went on our way to another party that was down the way in another ballroom.
This dream went other places after the parties and we never got to the wedding. After I woke up, at first I was thinking this was just funny that I dreamed about her wedding in the first place. Later today, I thought more about it. Wedding dreams (more specifically, dreams about a wedding that was going to take place and never happened in my dreams) were one of two repeated dream symbols that compelled me to begin learning about dream symbolism!
Dreaming about attending a wedding is a bad omen that predicts an event in the upcoming future that will mess with progression, success and happiness. It might even bring on bitterness. In my previous experience, the dreams that were so repetitively different using the same symbolism were warning me about problems coming up. But the fact that I was never physically at the actual wedding was the key to let me know there would be events that would attempt to mess with my progression, success and happiness and that I would not be affected so much by them. At that time, I was just beginning to figure out symbolic meanings and how to understand them best. I had no clue what it really meant. Now this time, there are also major things happening in my life that are attempting to stress me out to the max. I had one another dream last month that was wildly assuring me of dangerous obstacles that I will survive and this wedding dream is added reassurance because the Divine knows I understand this dream for sure. As things have become more precarious each day that goes by, I feel so much gratitude for this understanding. Things are getting very tough for me; but I will be alright, my dreams are telling me so. Peace
Sunday, October 11, 2015
A Horrifying Dream With Steps
So as always, if I am walking up steps, it's positive and progressive, a great omen. There was plenty of walking up stairs.
I was hanging out with a member of a famous family. He was troubled. We were there for his sister's concert. We were at a large hotel, not in Vegas. We might have been somewhere in Europe because the building was old and when we later went outside, it was not a city and there were many trees (also good omens).
He was either experiencing a manic episode or he was under the influence of something that was not treating him nicely. We had been seated in the auditorium, waiting for the concert to begin, when he suddenly had to get up and go to his room. It was like an emergency, but he wouldn't tell me what was so urgent. I went with him, somehow keeping up with him, which wasn't easy. We did not use the convenient elevator. I did not realize how many floors we had to climb up to. Their rooms were on the fourth floor. When we got to the second floor, he turned around and told me I was going too slowly and he needed to move faster, then he turned back around and ran up the next flight two stairs at a time.
I found the elevator and went back to my seat in the auditorium.
Next thing, over the loudspeakers they announced the hotel was being locked down because of a murder. There would be no concert. She was dead.
I was confidential with this family. I did not want to say anything incriminating to anyone. I thought about how suspicious it looked that her brother had acted so erratically before running wildly upstairs, and I wondered if he had known or suspected something afoul or if he was the killer. I did not want to be involved. I did not want to be confronted by the police. They were all around and I avoided them. I looked for him and he was obviously hiding too.
Eventually, they allowed us to go outside for fresh air, but we couldn't leave. I searched for anyone familiar and finding no one.
Other than the 2 good omens of this dream, I wonder what's going on with this guy and his sister? I will have to keep them in my prayers and hope I don't see them in the news anytime soon.
I was hanging out with a member of a famous family. He was troubled. We were there for his sister's concert. We were at a large hotel, not in Vegas. We might have been somewhere in Europe because the building was old and when we later went outside, it was not a city and there were many trees (also good omens).
He was either experiencing a manic episode or he was under the influence of something that was not treating him nicely. We had been seated in the auditorium, waiting for the concert to begin, when he suddenly had to get up and go to his room. It was like an emergency, but he wouldn't tell me what was so urgent. I went with him, somehow keeping up with him, which wasn't easy. We did not use the convenient elevator. I did not realize how many floors we had to climb up to. Their rooms were on the fourth floor. When we got to the second floor, he turned around and told me I was going too slowly and he needed to move faster, then he turned back around and ran up the next flight two stairs at a time.
I found the elevator and went back to my seat in the auditorium.
Next thing, over the loudspeakers they announced the hotel was being locked down because of a murder. There would be no concert. She was dead.
I was confidential with this family. I did not want to say anything incriminating to anyone. I thought about how suspicious it looked that her brother had acted so erratically before running wildly upstairs, and I wondered if he had known or suspected something afoul or if he was the killer. I did not want to be involved. I did not want to be confronted by the police. They were all around and I avoided them. I looked for him and he was obviously hiding too.
Eventually, they allowed us to go outside for fresh air, but we couldn't leave. I searched for anyone familiar and finding no one.
Other than the 2 good omens of this dream, I wonder what's going on with this guy and his sister? I will have to keep them in my prayers and hope I don't see them in the news anytime soon.
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
California Tripping
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
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
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.
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