In the first dream that I remember, I was traveling. At first, I was with Mom. We were walking around this building where we were going to be staying. Eventually, we walked down this long hill, with brick walls on both sides. She was able to walk down the whole way, I slid down the hill on my butt part of the way and wondered how I was going to get to the bottom, when Mom said that we should probably just go back up. The whole time, we were talking about how beautiful it was and how the weather was perfect.
The place where we were staying reminded me of an old Mexican adobe home, a very large one. In fact, we didn’t have individual hotel rooms. The home was very intricate with rooms and hallways in all different directions, almost as if it were underground. Every time I turned around, there was another ‘way’ to go. We all shared rooms with the family members, mostly children, of the family who lived there.
I was having a difficult time finding my room, which started with a 4 and was four digits long. I climbed stone steps until I reached what I thought was the fourth floor. None of the rooms had my number on it. As I went down one particular hallway, it took me out on a landing. I remember thinking that it was strange that both the first AND the fourth floors could take me outside to level ground. I roamed around outside for a bit, thinking there might be another building or something with my room number on it.
Eventually, I decided to go back to the main building. I had to cross a creek to get there. I was trying to avoid the water and this log that looked too slippery to walk across. All the time I was still carrying my suitcase. I got mud on my shoes, but otherwise made it just fine.
After I got back to the building and found people I recognized, I asked about my room. They told me it was through the restaurant on the fourth floor. I was able to find it then. My roommate was to be one of the waitresses there, probably 16-17 years old. She was very pretty and a good waitress; I could tell just by watching her for a few minutes. It was then that I got an email from Richard (my boss) asking for directions to where we were staying.
That’s the end of what I remember of the dream.
In my second dream, I was studying something with my friend Terri. (Two dreams in one weekend about Terri. Hmmm.) We needed to cover five chapters. I remember that Jeff was there, only much younger.
We were in my parents’ home. Terri was lying on the couch against the long wall. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch where her feet were. And Jeff kept going back to the bedroom and talking to someone, then coming out to us to talk. I wanted to get up to see who he was talking to back there, but I wanted to finish studying first. I thought I had a long way to go, but I was nearly on chapter six. Only four pages left.
Once I finished the four pages, rather quickly, mostly just perusing them, I got up to see who Jeff was talking to in the bedroom. Ben Affleck was in my parents’ bed. He was under the covers and trying to sleep. I don’t know if he was entertained by Jeff or annoyed by him. But it was obvious that he was trying to sleep and couldn’t possibly get to do that with Jeff bothering him. So, I told him that I’d take care of Jeff.
The next thing I remember, Terri and Jeff are discussing math. Apparently, the last chapter that we were studying was about math and Jeff understood it. Ben thought it was strange that someone so young could actually understand that, but I explained that Jeff was really smart and they could be busy for awhile. Oh, by the way, Jeff was wearing a white warm-up uniform, kind of big, but perfectly white.
I then jumped on the bed and kissed Ben, almost like an apology. Then he kissed me back. We started making out, (talk about a dream!) but I remembered that Terri and Jeff were on their last chapter and Jeff would probably be coming back in soon to talk to Ben. So, I told Ben that we’d have to wait until Terri and Jeff left. I’m not sure why I thought that Jeff would be leaving with Terri, but I did.
While waiting, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of fresh pineapple from a bowl on the kitchen counter. That was right after I left Ben in the bedroom saying, ‘Don’t forget where we were.’ To which he replied, ‘Oh, don’t worry.’ He got up; I got up. I don’t know where he went or what he did, but I went into the kitchen for pineapple. That’s all I remember about that dream.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
(I slept great for the first night in about a week.)
I was at a large outdoor picnic at some park. I don’t think I knew most of the people there. But I seemed to be with my friend Terri. At one point, the food was ready. There was one large buffet at the front of the ‘room’ and large serving bowls on each of the tables. Terri and I were sitting at a table, so we started serving up food from those bowls. We had both filled our plates and sat them down at our places. Then we decided to go get something to drink. This turned out to take much longer than we expected due to the crowd. By the time we returned to our places, our food was gone. I was really upset by this. But Terri said that we could just go to the main buffet line and get food. What mayhem! There were kids everywhere and people going backwards through the line. It was crazy. For some reason, there was a display wall, much like you’d see in a department store, with pots and pans hanging from it. And several of the kids, one boy in particular, would come and play the pots and pans like they were instruments. It was loud and annoying! Eventually, I remember carrying my plate back to my seat, but it was in this very large, dipping spoon-shaped basket and it was heavy. During my walk back to my seat, I saw my cousin Terri (different Terri). She was playing the sax in a rock band. And she was really getting into it, dancing with the band and singing along. She’s normally pretty shy. By the time I sat down to eat, I was no longer with my friend Terri, but I was sitting next to my mom. While we were eating, my sister Erin came up and sat with us. She didn’t sit on the bench, but on the table. She was complaining about someone being rude. I said that it might be considered rude to sit your butt on a table that people were eating. But when I looked at her to get her reaction, she’d already moved down to the bench and looked at me like I didn’t know what I was talking about. But her wet butt mark on the table confirmed that she had in fact been sitting on the table. Then she noticed a small child getting a piggy back ride. She said something like, ‘You have two shoe laces on your back!’ And the little girl did have two shoe laces tied together for decoration on her back. Also while eating with Mom, I remember seeing kids up on the second floor. It was like a loft over-looking the area where the rest of us were eating. I just remember thinking that it would be way too easy for those kids to fall off that level. The next thing I know, I’m sitting in a completely different environment, next to a door. There is a knock at the door, I open it, and there is a young boy there, carrying a table that had his little sister on it. He was much too small to be carrying her. But he felt she was too small to walk on her own and thought this was the one way to get her to wherever they were going. That was the end of the dream... us discussing how she might just be able to walk or trying to figure out how he might more easily get her to wherever they were going. I remember she was just a cute little thing with pudgy legs and a red shirt with ruffles. She had wavy curly hair and played with her hands the whole time we were talking. She was probably 2 and her brother was about 4. But he was all business in taking care of his little sister.
I was at a large outdoor picnic at some park. I don’t think I knew most of the people there. But I seemed to be with my friend Terri. At one point, the food was ready. There was one large buffet at the front of the ‘room’ and large serving bowls on each of the tables. Terri and I were sitting at a table, so we started serving up food from those bowls. We had both filled our plates and sat them down at our places. Then we decided to go get something to drink. This turned out to take much longer than we expected due to the crowd. By the time we returned to our places, our food was gone. I was really upset by this. But Terri said that we could just go to the main buffet line and get food. What mayhem! There were kids everywhere and people going backwards through the line. It was crazy. For some reason, there was a display wall, much like you’d see in a department store, with pots and pans hanging from it. And several of the kids, one boy in particular, would come and play the pots and pans like they were instruments. It was loud and annoying! Eventually, I remember carrying my plate back to my seat, but it was in this very large, dipping spoon-shaped basket and it was heavy. During my walk back to my seat, I saw my cousin Terri (different Terri). She was playing the sax in a rock band. And she was really getting into it, dancing with the band and singing along. She’s normally pretty shy. By the time I sat down to eat, I was no longer with my friend Terri, but I was sitting next to my mom. While we were eating, my sister Erin came up and sat with us. She didn’t sit on the bench, but on the table. She was complaining about someone being rude. I said that it might be considered rude to sit your butt on a table that people were eating. But when I looked at her to get her reaction, she’d already moved down to the bench and looked at me like I didn’t know what I was talking about. But her wet butt mark on the table confirmed that she had in fact been sitting on the table. Then she noticed a small child getting a piggy back ride. She said something like, ‘You have two shoe laces on your back!’ And the little girl did have two shoe laces tied together for decoration on her back. Also while eating with Mom, I remember seeing kids up on the second floor. It was like a loft over-looking the area where the rest of us were eating. I just remember thinking that it would be way too easy for those kids to fall off that level. The next thing I know, I’m sitting in a completely different environment, next to a door. There is a knock at the door, I open it, and there is a young boy there, carrying a table that had his little sister on it. He was much too small to be carrying her. But he felt she was too small to walk on her own and thought this was the one way to get her to wherever they were going. That was the end of the dream... us discussing how she might just be able to walk or trying to figure out how he might more easily get her to wherever they were going. I remember she was just a cute little thing with pudgy legs and a red shirt with ruffles. She had wavy curly hair and played with her hands the whole time we were talking. She was probably 2 and her brother was about 4. But he was all business in taking care of his little sister.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
In my first dream that I remember, I was coming home from somewhere. Someone else was driving and just dropped me off. I noticed as we were getting closer to my house that there was work being done there. I didn’t ask anyone to do any work there, so I wasn’t sure what was going on and was a little nervous. Eventually, I could see that people were trimming trees. (I desperately need to have a couple/few trees taken down.) I was still concerned as to why these men were there since I hadn’t hired them to do the work.
I entered my home through the front door, which I never do, just to avoid them. I was watching television and playing with my cats, Lily and Peek-a-Boo (who are now dead). At one point, there was a small monkey there, sitting on Lily’s back. It scared me to see the monkey, so I screamed out, which scared the cats. I opened the front door to try to get the monkey to leave. It did, but Lily followed it.
At some point, but I’m not sure when, I heard the men from the tree-trimming IN my house. As I tip-toed into the kitchen to look for them, I was startled to see one of them walking down the hall. As I jumped, he whispered that it was okay, that he’d just be a minute. I was again nervous, but no longer frightened.
Eventually, I was out back with the man in charge of the tree-trimming. He introduced himself as being related to some Ackerman, who was on the town board. He said that Mr. Ackerman needed all trees in town trimmed by a certain time and had these guys start the work at my house. (My neighbor’s daughter happens to be married to an Ackerman who is on the local School Board.) As I was talking with this man, I noticed that the men working on my trees had built a very large cement block structure to surround my back yard. The walls started at the edge of my house, went to the end of my yard, were as high as the trees, and had a ceiling. It was obvious that they used those large cement blocks, but they were painted black. I got the impression that the walls allowed them to keep all falling limbs within my yard, preventing injury to others.
At one point, one of the men was at the top of one of the walls, chipping away at the ceiling to get it to come down a few blocks at a time… not chunks of it, but orderly, literally cutting away a few blocks at a time. But instead, a huge part of the ceiling was coming down and I imagined it falling on one of the men on the ground. I covered my head and cried out. Then assuming that the man on the ground had been crushed and killed, I sobbed for him. But the man in charge assured me that everyone was fine. When I looked up, the man that should have been crushed was standing there smiling, saying he was fine. I then started helping the men ‘cut’ the block wall down.
Later in the day, I was at my parents’ home. I was trying to describe the big black, block wall to them. We were in the kitchen. Mom and others I can’t remember seemed completely uninterested. But my dad kept asking me questions trying to picture this big structure. It was like he didn’t believe me and doubted the necessity of this wall. When I thought he finally understood what I was trying to convey, he no longer seemed interested either. In fact, I remember walking out to his truck with him as I was still talking. He started up the truck and drove away as if I wasn’t talking to him at all. When I went back into the kitchen to finish my story to the others, they ignored me too. I was frustrated and hurt, but I sat down and ate this soup that had live gold fish in it.
I entered my home through the front door, which I never do, just to avoid them. I was watching television and playing with my cats, Lily and Peek-a-Boo (who are now dead). At one point, there was a small monkey there, sitting on Lily’s back. It scared me to see the monkey, so I screamed out, which scared the cats. I opened the front door to try to get the monkey to leave. It did, but Lily followed it.
At some point, but I’m not sure when, I heard the men from the tree-trimming IN my house. As I tip-toed into the kitchen to look for them, I was startled to see one of them walking down the hall. As I jumped, he whispered that it was okay, that he’d just be a minute. I was again nervous, but no longer frightened.
Eventually, I was out back with the man in charge of the tree-trimming. He introduced himself as being related to some Ackerman, who was on the town board. He said that Mr. Ackerman needed all trees in town trimmed by a certain time and had these guys start the work at my house. (My neighbor’s daughter happens to be married to an Ackerman who is on the local School Board.) As I was talking with this man, I noticed that the men working on my trees had built a very large cement block structure to surround my back yard. The walls started at the edge of my house, went to the end of my yard, were as high as the trees, and had a ceiling. It was obvious that they used those large cement blocks, but they were painted black. I got the impression that the walls allowed them to keep all falling limbs within my yard, preventing injury to others.
At one point, one of the men was at the top of one of the walls, chipping away at the ceiling to get it to come down a few blocks at a time… not chunks of it, but orderly, literally cutting away a few blocks at a time. But instead, a huge part of the ceiling was coming down and I imagined it falling on one of the men on the ground. I covered my head and cried out. Then assuming that the man on the ground had been crushed and killed, I sobbed for him. But the man in charge assured me that everyone was fine. When I looked up, the man that should have been crushed was standing there smiling, saying he was fine. I then started helping the men ‘cut’ the block wall down.
Later in the day, I was at my parents’ home. I was trying to describe the big black, block wall to them. We were in the kitchen. Mom and others I can’t remember seemed completely uninterested. But my dad kept asking me questions trying to picture this big structure. It was like he didn’t believe me and doubted the necessity of this wall. When I thought he finally understood what I was trying to convey, he no longer seemed interested either. In fact, I remember walking out to his truck with him as I was still talking. He started up the truck and drove away as if I wasn’t talking to him at all. When I went back into the kitchen to finish my story to the others, they ignored me too. I was frustrated and hurt, but I sat down and ate this soup that had live gold fish in it.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
I was attending a soccer match or something. I just remember needing to get from one sideline to the other at an outdoor field. I was running on what could be described as a smaller version of one of those walkways that goes over major highways. It was all metal and wide enough for one to two people. It was only about six to eight feet off the ground, with a handrail on both sides. I believe I was alone on the walkway as I ran along it. There were turns at the corners of the field. I remember being nervous about taking the turns at my running speed and slowed down to be more sure of my footing.
The next thing I remember, I was running on the sidewalks and pavements to my home. I believe I was on my street. I was carrying a four-pack of some beverage in glass bottles. I ended up moving along side a young lady that I didn’t recognize. But we started up a friendly conversation. She said that she was a MK consultant, making money to pay for her son’s hospital bills. Her goal was to make at least $200/week. Her son’s bills were in excess of $14,000. She was completely overwhelmed by how long it would take her to pay those bills.
Eventually, I was in her home, discussing her business with her. One of her kids noticed that one of my bottles was leaking and making a mess all over the floor. I was in the process of cleaning it up when her husband got home. I got the impression that he didn’t like me being there. So, I quickly cleaned up the mess, grabbed my remaining beverages, told the lady to give me a call and I’d help her with ideas for her business, and then I continued running home.
Lots of running in this dream. And people I don’t think I know.
The next thing I remember, I was running on the sidewalks and pavements to my home. I believe I was on my street. I was carrying a four-pack of some beverage in glass bottles. I ended up moving along side a young lady that I didn’t recognize. But we started up a friendly conversation. She said that she was a MK consultant, making money to pay for her son’s hospital bills. Her goal was to make at least $200/week. Her son’s bills were in excess of $14,000. She was completely overwhelmed by how long it would take her to pay those bills.
Eventually, I was in her home, discussing her business with her. One of her kids noticed that one of my bottles was leaking and making a mess all over the floor. I was in the process of cleaning it up when her husband got home. I got the impression that he didn’t like me being there. So, I quickly cleaned up the mess, grabbed my remaining beverages, told the lady to give me a call and I’d help her with ideas for her business, and then I continued running home.
Lots of running in this dream. And people I don’t think I know.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Friday, June 1, 2007
I was standing at the corner of 25th and 17th (I’m guessing one of those was a street and one was an avenue!) with several other people, mostly family. Community East Hospital was just across the street. Some of us were going in the hospital and some of us were going somewhere else. I was somewhat in charge of those of us going somewhere else. We were making arrangements to meet back at this intersection later in the day.
As we were standing there, I noticed a handful of preteen girls walking down the street wearing hats that were crocheted but looked like afros or dreadlocks. I remember thinking, what a cute idea, why hadn't anyone thought about it before. They were done with variegated yarn and were very colorful.
The next thing I know, I’m teaching my seventh graders their last religion class of the year at my parents’ house. Only a few of them showed up. At one point, one of the boys was really getting on my nerves. So, I went to the whiteboard and made his grade a D. He said something about me taking my frustration on the kids who didn’t show up out on him. I realized he was right, but I didn’t change his grade. (Like I even give out grades!)
The next thing I remember, we were running late and I needed to get the kids back to where they were being picked up. I don’t know why they weren’t being picked up at my parents’. And I don’t know how we got there without a vehicle. But we were running from there to my house to get to a vehicle.
While running that way, Erin (my sister) was there and was gloating about getting valedictorian because so many others didn’t show up. I don’t know when Erin got there; it’s not like she was ever part of the class before. But I remember thinking, “I wonder why Erin, a 32 year old woman, is competing with 7th graders for valedictorian and why is she bragging about this feat?”
When we got to my house, we got in the van. Edna’s van. To the best of my knowledge, Edna doesn’t have a van in real life, but that’s not important. We all jump in; I’m in the passenger seat. The van is parked along the side of the road, pointing north. This means that it’s not pointed in the direction of the street where we need to go. And instead of just doing a three-point turn right there, the driver went up the dead-end street to do a u-turn. Before we got to the end cul-de-sac, there was a yellow and red DHL truck pointed right at us. It seemed to be going very fast, but then slammed on the brakes or something because it ended up bouncing on it’s rear wheels with its front end off the ground and spinning around like it was break-dancing. I just remember thinking, “We don’t have time for this. Hurry the heck up!”
Finally we were on our way and got the kids dropped off just a minute or two late. On the way home, my cell phone rang. It was the mother of one of the kids who didn't show up, whose son I taught during my first year of teaching five years ago. She was calling to let me know that she’d have her son there tomorrow night. I very rudely told her that I wouldn’t be there, that the last class was tonight and that it was over, and that I was not going to teach the damn thing again. She was very upset, but I hung up on her.
As we were standing there, I noticed a handful of preteen girls walking down the street wearing hats that were crocheted but looked like afros or dreadlocks. I remember thinking, what a cute idea, why hadn't anyone thought about it before. They were done with variegated yarn and were very colorful.
The next thing I know, I’m teaching my seventh graders their last religion class of the year at my parents’ house. Only a few of them showed up. At one point, one of the boys was really getting on my nerves. So, I went to the whiteboard and made his grade a D. He said something about me taking my frustration on the kids who didn’t show up out on him. I realized he was right, but I didn’t change his grade. (Like I even give out grades!)
The next thing I remember, we were running late and I needed to get the kids back to where they were being picked up. I don’t know why they weren’t being picked up at my parents’. And I don’t know how we got there without a vehicle. But we were running from there to my house to get to a vehicle.
While running that way, Erin (my sister) was there and was gloating about getting valedictorian because so many others didn’t show up. I don’t know when Erin got there; it’s not like she was ever part of the class before. But I remember thinking, “I wonder why Erin, a 32 year old woman, is competing with 7th graders for valedictorian and why is she bragging about this feat?”
When we got to my house, we got in the van. Edna’s van. To the best of my knowledge, Edna doesn’t have a van in real life, but that’s not important. We all jump in; I’m in the passenger seat. The van is parked along the side of the road, pointing north. This means that it’s not pointed in the direction of the street where we need to go. And instead of just doing a three-point turn right there, the driver went up the dead-end street to do a u-turn. Before we got to the end cul-de-sac, there was a yellow and red DHL truck pointed right at us. It seemed to be going very fast, but then slammed on the brakes or something because it ended up bouncing on it’s rear wheels with its front end off the ground and spinning around like it was break-dancing. I just remember thinking, “We don’t have time for this. Hurry the heck up!”
Finally we were on our way and got the kids dropped off just a minute or two late. On the way home, my cell phone rang. It was the mother of one of the kids who didn't show up, whose son I taught during my first year of teaching five years ago. She was calling to let me know that she’d have her son there tomorrow night. I very rudely told her that I wouldn’t be there, that the last class was tonight and that it was over, and that I was not going to teach the damn thing again. She was very upset, but I hung up on her.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
I had a dream that I was sitting at a table with Vic (a co-worker) and a couple of other people. I can’t remember who the others were. At one point, I asked Vic how much of his book he had written. He said, ‘about this much’ and held his thumb and fore finger about two inches apart. That would have a made a good-sized book. I expressed how impressed I was and asked if he was going to let me read it. He looked over at the boss, who wasn’t really listening to our conversation, and said that because it had to do with work, I couldn’t read it until it was published. I said I understood and dropped it.
In another part of the dream, or perhaps a completely different dream, I remember running along side a train. I wasn’t the only one. And we weren’t doing it for fun. We had to run along the train, going in the opposite direction, in order for the fuel valves to open. They had sensors that would open as we ran past them. If we weren’t fast enough, the fuel valves wouldn’t open and the train wouldn’t get enough fuel in order to finish its trip.
In another part of the dream, or perhaps a completely different dream, I remember running along side a train. I wasn’t the only one. And we weren’t doing it for fun. We had to run along the train, going in the opposite direction, in order for the fuel valves to open. They had sensors that would open as we ran past them. If we weren’t fast enough, the fuel valves wouldn’t open and the train wouldn’t get enough fuel in order to finish its trip.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
My mom was running a restaurant in my house. It was small and intimate, yet there were menus as if it was established and much larger. For some reason, the wait staff was really light that night, so I was helping out. I wasn’t very good at it. At one point, a lady asked if our pianist could play a song she brought with her. I explained that I couldn’t guarantee that he’d know the song, but I’d ask him. Then the lady sitting next to her, with clear surgical gloves on her hands, removed a cassette tape from a large plastic baggie, explaining that she didn’t allow her friend to touch just anything with all the germs that are around in the world… not just the restaurant.
Another couple had waited for awhile and expected their meals free, expensive meals. She specifically said, “Since we were avoided not once, but four times, I expect our meals to be free. The total comes to $79 and this is what we want.” I was shocked and knew that Mom would be upset.
I vaguely remember the beginning of the dream having to find a place for Jeff to stay. I don’t really remember that it was Jeff, but I do remember having to find a caregiver.
I also remember that Mom had to close the restaurant earlier in the evening due to the staff not being there. And by the end of the evening, she was ready to close again. I said, “Let’s do it.” We walked into the living room, which is where the tables were set up for the customers. The room was empty, so we turned off the outside lights and put up the closed sign. We were going to start cleaning up and doing dishes, but there was a knock on the window and we decided to lie low until we were sure no one would come back. Unfortunately, we had a couple of items that we thought folks might come back that evening to get, like the tape that the lady wanted the pianist to play.
I also remember that at one point, Mom had set up a bunch of Grandma’s old wooden furniture out in the carport for sale. It looked gorgeous. There was an assessor there, pricing the furniture and I mentioned that there was a piece loose on one of the desks. He made note of it and thanked me.
Another couple had waited for awhile and expected their meals free, expensive meals. She specifically said, “Since we were avoided not once, but four times, I expect our meals to be free. The total comes to $79 and this is what we want.” I was shocked and knew that Mom would be upset.
I vaguely remember the beginning of the dream having to find a place for Jeff to stay. I don’t really remember that it was Jeff, but I do remember having to find a caregiver.
I also remember that Mom had to close the restaurant earlier in the evening due to the staff not being there. And by the end of the evening, she was ready to close again. I said, “Let’s do it.” We walked into the living room, which is where the tables were set up for the customers. The room was empty, so we turned off the outside lights and put up the closed sign. We were going to start cleaning up and doing dishes, but there was a knock on the window and we decided to lie low until we were sure no one would come back. Unfortunately, we had a couple of items that we thought folks might come back that evening to get, like the tape that the lady wanted the pianist to play.
I also remember that at one point, Mom had set up a bunch of Grandma’s old wooden furniture out in the carport for sale. It looked gorgeous. There was an assessor there, pricing the furniture and I mentioned that there was a piece loose on one of the desks. He made note of it and thanked me.
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