It was a very restless night, mainly because of me being stressed out over work today. There was a large chunk of time when I didn't sleep at all, and then, around 4:00 a.m., I finally fell back asleep...:
... and find myself waking up in a beautiful cottage. The light is just starting to break through. I am still tired and know I can sleep a bit longer and decide to do just that. But just as I am settling in again, I feel something that is very foreign to me - my ex-husband pressing against me. I tell him to leave me alone, that I am very tired and need to sleep more, while he makes conciliatory noises, "oh, my dear, you still tired?" and "I know that you want to sleep more", all the while becoming more amorous. Suddenly, I wake up enough to realize what is going on, and jump out of bed. I am furious that he has violated my space again in this way and tell him to get out.
This is the first time I look around the cottage and through the window outside. It is a beautiful place, full of plants and flowers, and green lawns. Early though it is, I see a group of women gather around a large table with their tea, and slipping into a housecoat, I go out to join them. My ex mutters something about me not wanting to be touched again, and I just laugh as I shut the door.
It's a lovely day, the sun just coming over the horizon, and I walk over and join the group of women. As I sit down, I notice that some of the plants around us are mine, and they're in need of being watered and I feel anxious about this. I mention this but the women tell me to sit and have my tea. The plants will be taken care of soon. Indeed, a few minutes later, we all get up and carefully, but with a deep sense of community, take care of watering everything.
As I am doing so around the cottage, I see a beautiful spider web in one corner. It is iridescent and catches the light with bursts of rainbow glints. Hoping this will encourage the spider to emerge, I blow on the web gently, and indeed, from the recessed corner of the cottage, the spider darts out into the centre of the web. It is about an inch long in body, an is a shimmering green-brown in colour. Seeing that there is no meal there, it continues to skitter to the edge of the web and jumps onto my knee. I laugh, knowing it will do me no harm - further, it's almost like a known pet on the property. After a moment or so, it jumps back onto the web and disappears into its corner.
Knowing that my ex has finally left me alone, I go into my cottage again, and debate as to whether to go back to bed or get dressed for the day. Before I can reach a decision, I see something through the window that makes me go outside again quickly. A little ways off, I see a young boy, about 9 years old, playing with an animal that I cannot identify. It's brown and shaggy, with a long tail. At times it looks like a bear and other times like a monkey. The animal is tethered to a pole on a long leash. It appears very affectionate with the boy. As I draw closer, I see that it is indeed a monkey, and it's gentle behaviour is evidenced as it reaches for my hand.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
STARS, FRIENDS, AND A RESCUE
Last night, I woke up at around 2:00 a.m., and had a bit of trouble getting back to sleep - something that happens to me quite often. I decided to get up and walk around the apartment for a while, even went out on the balcony and sat outside. While I sat I watched the sky - the storm had now passed, but it was still overcast. Some 15 minutes later, I went back to bed...
...the sky now is not overcast - it is ablaze with stars! The balcony is much larger and winds around the east side of the building, and I am able to see an almost panoramic view of the heavens from all sides. Even the smallest star shines bright and distinct. Constellations become distinct and alive. I am joined by some other people and as we all stare and drink in the beauty of the heavens, I hear one of them ask, "Is it time of the Full Moon? Will we see it soon?" I shake my head and reply, "No, another couple of days will bring complete Dark of Moon time upon us." I feel a small shudder of awe and even fright go through the group.
Some time passes and I am now in the company of my friends out in New Brunswick. Richard, Jen and I are walking around Saint John downtown. We are joined by some other of their friends, and it feels like a making of a grand party. We go into an apartment (unknown whose apartment this was), and gather around a large kitchen table for some great food, drink and boisterous talk. Suddenly, some one begins singing in a deep resonant voice, and I am delighted to be able to join in "Barrette's Privateers" (channeling Stan Rogers, perhaps?). For some reason, at this point, I feel called to be elsewhere, and reluctantly I take my leave. To my surprise, a number of people come with me, all of them saying that they too feel the call.
We walk out of the apartment, still humming, "God damn them all, we were told..." in perfect harmony, and make our way down hill. Eventually we come to what appears to be a large broken-down trailer. A rough-looking man is sitting outside in a typical pose - beer in hand, dressed in shorts and t-shirt. He seems uncaring that we want to look through the trailer (at this stage, we don't know what it is we're looking for, only that we must be here). I walk in and as expected, it is very messy in there. Heaps of garbage, soiled laundry, dirty dishes are all about us. Going further into the trailer, I hear a sound of a baby - and become almost frantic in my search for the child.
I find her in a small playpen. The child, about 7 months old, is dressed in a filthy shirt and her diaper obviously is in need of being changed. I take care of this instantly, because it's a small miracle that I find a bag of diapers close at hand, but can do nothing about her garment. Beneath the smudges, her face is rosy and she has curly golden hair and very dark blue eyes - a beautiful child with a sweet disposition who deserves much better. Walking out I now see that there are also piles of animal droppings, and from one corner a scurry of mice that have obviously infested the trailer.
I join my companions, and we all walk outside again. I tell the man that it's criminal how he treated his child, and again with total indifference he shrugs and says it's difficult as a single father. I become very, very angry at this and say, "What's so hard - dishes need doing, you wash them. The baby needs to be cleaned up, you change her diaper!" But I see that nothing moves him from his uncaring stupor.
We turn away and leave him to his life, which I know will change quickly once the authorities come to him. I already feel reluctance at surrendering the child so attached I have become to her, but am resolved to do what is right...
...the sky now is not overcast - it is ablaze with stars! The balcony is much larger and winds around the east side of the building, and I am able to see an almost panoramic view of the heavens from all sides. Even the smallest star shines bright and distinct. Constellations become distinct and alive. I am joined by some other people and as we all stare and drink in the beauty of the heavens, I hear one of them ask, "Is it time of the Full Moon? Will we see it soon?" I shake my head and reply, "No, another couple of days will bring complete Dark of Moon time upon us." I feel a small shudder of awe and even fright go through the group.
Some time passes and I am now in the company of my friends out in New Brunswick. Richard, Jen and I are walking around Saint John downtown. We are joined by some other of their friends, and it feels like a making of a grand party. We go into an apartment (unknown whose apartment this was), and gather around a large kitchen table for some great food, drink and boisterous talk. Suddenly, some one begins singing in a deep resonant voice, and I am delighted to be able to join in "Barrette's Privateers" (channeling Stan Rogers, perhaps?). For some reason, at this point, I feel called to be elsewhere, and reluctantly I take my leave. To my surprise, a number of people come with me, all of them saying that they too feel the call.
We walk out of the apartment, still humming, "God damn them all, we were told..." in perfect harmony, and make our way down hill. Eventually we come to what appears to be a large broken-down trailer. A rough-looking man is sitting outside in a typical pose - beer in hand, dressed in shorts and t-shirt. He seems uncaring that we want to look through the trailer (at this stage, we don't know what it is we're looking for, only that we must be here). I walk in and as expected, it is very messy in there. Heaps of garbage, soiled laundry, dirty dishes are all about us. Going further into the trailer, I hear a sound of a baby - and become almost frantic in my search for the child.
I find her in a small playpen. The child, about 7 months old, is dressed in a filthy shirt and her diaper obviously is in need of being changed. I take care of this instantly, because it's a small miracle that I find a bag of diapers close at hand, but can do nothing about her garment. Beneath the smudges, her face is rosy and she has curly golden hair and very dark blue eyes - a beautiful child with a sweet disposition who deserves much better. Walking out I now see that there are also piles of animal droppings, and from one corner a scurry of mice that have obviously infested the trailer.
I join my companions, and we all walk outside again. I tell the man that it's criminal how he treated his child, and again with total indifference he shrugs and says it's difficult as a single father. I become very, very angry at this and say, "What's so hard - dishes need doing, you wash them. The baby needs to be cleaned up, you change her diaper!" But I see that nothing moves him from his uncaring stupor.
We turn away and leave him to his life, which I know will change quickly once the authorities come to him. I already feel reluctance at surrendering the child so attached I have become to her, but am resolved to do what is right...
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Only one image remains from last night's dream:
I am with a young boy (this is a theme that has been happening often lately), in a large room that looks like a class-room. There are other children there, but my focus is on this boy, who, is a prince. He is dressed in dark pants and a white shirt, and is acting in a petulant and rude manner. It is my job to teach him patience and kindness, while still allowing him his childhood.
Another adult comes to assist me, a young woman, but while I know she is there, she is rather indistinct. She hands me a cup and tells me to give it to the boy. I know that the cup contains an infusion of wormwood herb, and that he will not want to drink it at all. There seems to be an agreement that even if he will take and swallow one sip, we will have done our work. He does indeed take that first sip and immediately drops the cup, spilling the rest of the liquid down the front of his shirt. His face goes into contortions, as he tries to get the bitter taste out of his mouth.
"Doesn't taste all that good, does it?" I ask him. He shakes his head, his mouth distended in a comical way. I recall my first taste of that same infusion, and smile.
"Fruit", he sputters, "All I taste is different kinds of fruit, and some are very sour."
We laugh gently, as I steer him out to change his shirt.
****
Yesterday evening, I did indeed have my first taste of this herb, and found it very bitter. After one sip, I couldn't drink any more. No doubt this dream was very much influenced by this. I also know that wormwood is used to induce visions and dreams, and will continue to use it. However, I think from now on, I will do so by burning it as incense - lol!
I am with a young boy (this is a theme that has been happening often lately), in a large room that looks like a class-room. There are other children there, but my focus is on this boy, who, is a prince. He is dressed in dark pants and a white shirt, and is acting in a petulant and rude manner. It is my job to teach him patience and kindness, while still allowing him his childhood.
Another adult comes to assist me, a young woman, but while I know she is there, she is rather indistinct. She hands me a cup and tells me to give it to the boy. I know that the cup contains an infusion of wormwood herb, and that he will not want to drink it at all. There seems to be an agreement that even if he will take and swallow one sip, we will have done our work. He does indeed take that first sip and immediately drops the cup, spilling the rest of the liquid down the front of his shirt. His face goes into contortions, as he tries to get the bitter taste out of his mouth.
"Doesn't taste all that good, does it?" I ask him. He shakes his head, his mouth distended in a comical way. I recall my first taste of that same infusion, and smile.
"Fruit", he sputters, "All I taste is different kinds of fruit, and some are very sour."
We laugh gently, as I steer him out to change his shirt.
****
Yesterday evening, I did indeed have my first taste of this herb, and found it very bitter. After one sip, I couldn't drink any more. No doubt this dream was very much influenced by this. I also know that wormwood is used to induce visions and dreams, and will continue to use it. However, I think from now on, I will do so by burning it as incense - lol!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
KILLER STORM, EVOLUTION OF A COMMUNITY
Last night, I had this very powerful dream. In some ways, it's very easy to interpret, and in other ways, well, I'm just going to have to think about it:
I am with a group of people - we all live in the same apartment building - and we are sitting in the communal patio. I distinctly remember another middle-aged woman, a middle-aged man, a younger man with a young boy, about 5 years old, my son (who is an amalgamation of all my sons), and a younger woman. It is sunny, but late in the day. The patio is constructed to be mostly out in the open, but there is a small part that is under a concrete overhang. This is where I am sitting with the young child, at one of the picnic benches.
While we're there, laughing and talking, the sky darkens into evening. There is some talk about unusual weather patterns, and I notice that the boy is looking up at the concrete above us. I glance up, and see nothing unusual, but he keeps staring intensely, his eyes darting from one side to another, as though he's following some movement there. Every once in a while I glance up, and suddenly see huge droplets of water bubble from the concrete. I see now that there is an almost invisible plastic barrier coating the concrete, and the droplets are actually between the concrete and the plastic. I hurriedly point this out to the others and we agree it's time to go inside.
By now, the sky has not only darkened into night, but became overcast with thick clouds. There is something very dramatic about them, and we pause for a minute to observe them. While the clouds are very thick, they are distinct and individual. Each cloud, especially the long ones, appear to be split in two lengthwise by a flash of bright lightening, creating a brilliant red scar, which closes up again just as quickly. This is played out in each cloud, creating a surreal and totally unnatural and never-before-seen light show. As stunning as this is, we spare no more than a minute to observe it, but hurry indoors. We are not quick enough to avoid the beginning drizzle, which is now coming down with gigantic water drops, each some two-three inches across. Someone makes a feeble joke about being hit with water balloons.
The entire building is now abuzz with activity, as people come out into the hallways to talk about what is happening. We all agree that something cataclysmic is occurring. While we do go into our individual apartments, we leave our doors open, and in some cases, we group together. The friends I was with outside all come into my apartment and we begin to take stock of food, water, and other supplies. My "son" takes it upon himself to go to the other apartments to encourage the same kind of inventory.
Time passes, and while all is chaos outside, in the apartment we feel somewhat safe, and some of us drop off to sleep. Not willing to actually go to bed, I nod off sitting on the couch. After some time, I wake up, and go into my bedroom, and am startled to see the middle-aged man and woman in the midst of love-making. They laugh, totally unconcerned, and once done, they get up and put on housecoats. They say that especially now, life is just too short to let go of these simple pleasures. I am warmed by this life-affirming act.
The younger woman now also comes in, and we all just sit around and talk. It begins to get very warm, and the older woman suddenly whips off her housecoat, standing nude and proud. I laugh, and say, "Why, it's like our own Red Tent here!" After a moment, she pulls on the housecoat again, jokingly saying she wouldn't want to scare the children.
The wild storms outside continue, we now realize that all will end - it's only a matter of time - but there is no panic. We have enough food to last us all for several days, a huge sense of true community washes over us, and we just settle in to wait for the inevitable.
I am with a group of people - we all live in the same apartment building - and we are sitting in the communal patio. I distinctly remember another middle-aged woman, a middle-aged man, a younger man with a young boy, about 5 years old, my son (who is an amalgamation of all my sons), and a younger woman. It is sunny, but late in the day. The patio is constructed to be mostly out in the open, but there is a small part that is under a concrete overhang. This is where I am sitting with the young child, at one of the picnic benches.
While we're there, laughing and talking, the sky darkens into evening. There is some talk about unusual weather patterns, and I notice that the boy is looking up at the concrete above us. I glance up, and see nothing unusual, but he keeps staring intensely, his eyes darting from one side to another, as though he's following some movement there. Every once in a while I glance up, and suddenly see huge droplets of water bubble from the concrete. I see now that there is an almost invisible plastic barrier coating the concrete, and the droplets are actually between the concrete and the plastic. I hurriedly point this out to the others and we agree it's time to go inside.
By now, the sky has not only darkened into night, but became overcast with thick clouds. There is something very dramatic about them, and we pause for a minute to observe them. While the clouds are very thick, they are distinct and individual. Each cloud, especially the long ones, appear to be split in two lengthwise by a flash of bright lightening, creating a brilliant red scar, which closes up again just as quickly. This is played out in each cloud, creating a surreal and totally unnatural and never-before-seen light show. As stunning as this is, we spare no more than a minute to observe it, but hurry indoors. We are not quick enough to avoid the beginning drizzle, which is now coming down with gigantic water drops, each some two-three inches across. Someone makes a feeble joke about being hit with water balloons.
The entire building is now abuzz with activity, as people come out into the hallways to talk about what is happening. We all agree that something cataclysmic is occurring. While we do go into our individual apartments, we leave our doors open, and in some cases, we group together. The friends I was with outside all come into my apartment and we begin to take stock of food, water, and other supplies. My "son" takes it upon himself to go to the other apartments to encourage the same kind of inventory.
Time passes, and while all is chaos outside, in the apartment we feel somewhat safe, and some of us drop off to sleep. Not willing to actually go to bed, I nod off sitting on the couch. After some time, I wake up, and go into my bedroom, and am startled to see the middle-aged man and woman in the midst of love-making. They laugh, totally unconcerned, and once done, they get up and put on housecoats. They say that especially now, life is just too short to let go of these simple pleasures. I am warmed by this life-affirming act.
The younger woman now also comes in, and we all just sit around and talk. It begins to get very warm, and the older woman suddenly whips off her housecoat, standing nude and proud. I laugh, and say, "Why, it's like our own Red Tent here!" After a moment, she pulls on the housecoat again, jokingly saying she wouldn't want to scare the children.
The wild storms outside continue, we now realize that all will end - it's only a matter of time - but there is no panic. We have enough food to last us all for several days, a huge sense of true community washes over us, and we just settle in to wait for the inevitable.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Red Tent, A Church, My Son
Let's see if I can recall any of my dreams from last night. All I have are some snapshots, and I do not know if they all are portions of a single dream or different ones:
1. I am having a Red Tent meeting, and it's not going well. Very few people are there (about 4 in all), although I am surprised to see someone I've been longing to meet for a long time (Maya). I'm also surprised to see some guys there. We are in a large, well-furnished room and at least three are comfortably lounging on the floor, which is nicely carpeted. I am feeling very disappointed and discouraged.
2. I am with some young children and we're walking into a church. It looks like a southern baptist church with many black people. We stop at the doors and a whole lot of people come in behind us very quickly. It takes me a minute to recognize that we're holding up a procession, and I hurriedly move the children aside to let the others through. All the time I'm chattering about something quite inappropriate, catch myself, and stop. As I look around me again, I realize that I simply cannot go into the sanctuary, but I know I still need to be there.
3. I am now walking into a different apartment that is very sparsely furnished, but neat. I have a feeling that I'm to meet someone there. I hear voices from behind a certain door, and stand aside as it opens. A young man walks in and I realize that he's been in the basement. He has an armload of laundry with him and looks enough like my son that I say "Oh, hi Pete - no you're not Pete". We both giggle, and I hear another person coming up the stairs. "Yes, now *you're* Pete", I say as another young man comes through the door. He smiles broadly and greets me with a hearty, "Hi, Mama", and dumps his laundry on a table before going to hug me.
*****
I'm sure the horrible day I had yesterday had something to do with the first two dreams, just my subconscious doing some house-cleaning - lol!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
CHASING DREAMS AND CHILDHOOD FRIEND
I am on a Canada-wide tour, either chasing down someone, or gathering information about this person. I vaguely recall that it's a woman I'm trying to find, and slowly it becomes clear that I am actually looking for my childhood friend, Marg. In addition, there is also a sense of doing some research on dreams from across the country.
Eventually, I find myself finally in Edmonton, Alberta, and there I know I'm close to my goal. As I walk through the large bus terminal, someone tells me that they've seen "her" in the "world's largest shopping mall" but before I can make my way there, I am stopped by small medical station and am told that I need to get my needle. Right in front of me is an empty chair with a special padding on the extended arm, and I know, just instinctively know, that Marg was just there. Or will be arriving momentarily. (There is a bit of confusion as to the timeline there.) I only know that right after I get the injection, I need to resume my quest.
*****
Just a couple of notes about this dream:
1. I haven't seen Marg for more than 30 years, but often think of her. I tried to find her by different methods - all without success.
2. I've never been further west than Winnipeg, Manitoba and therefore have never been to Alberta. I've heard about the "World's largest shopping mall" a while back but have no idea where it is actually located.
Eventually, I find myself finally in Edmonton, Alberta, and there I know I'm close to my goal. As I walk through the large bus terminal, someone tells me that they've seen "her" in the "world's largest shopping mall" but before I can make my way there, I am stopped by small medical station and am told that I need to get my needle. Right in front of me is an empty chair with a special padding on the extended arm, and I know, just instinctively know, that Marg was just there. Or will be arriving momentarily. (There is a bit of confusion as to the timeline there.) I only know that right after I get the injection, I need to resume my quest.
*****
Just a couple of notes about this dream:
1. I haven't seen Marg for more than 30 years, but often think of her. I tried to find her by different methods - all without success.
2. I've never been further west than Winnipeg, Manitoba and therefore have never been to Alberta. I've heard about the "World's largest shopping mall" a while back but have no idea where it is actually located.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
IDENTIFYING THE DOCTOR
I am in some kind of lab with another young man. It is filled with many different types of computers, from small hand-held phones, tablets, laptops and large desk-top ones. The light is low, mainly coming from the monitor screens. We are feverishly working on something, and know that not only is there a deadline, but that at any second we may be interrupted by unknown forces.
We reach a breakthrough and know we have achieved our goal. Quickly, we go outside, and I momentarily stop in wonder - it's as though an entire season has passed us by while we were inside. I recall going in while it was early fall, and now there are messy puddles of dirty snow on the ground. Nobody is outside and it is night time, so we walk quickly to the next corner. There I see a light blue pick-up truck and I recognize my ex-husband is the driver. I tell my companion that we have to go now, to run, because my ex will want the information we have and will try and stop us. We begin to run, but now my ex has seen us and quickly reverses the truck and begins to chase us down.
We run to the lab again and this time find that there is a small crowd of people there, the people that we need to see. We will now be safe, I think, and see the same look of relief on my partner's face. I see the truck park in the lot and my ex get out, his face filled with fury.
My partner now begins to address the crowd, and says that a breakthrough has indeed been reached. He touches something on his tablet, and suddenly we hear a beautiful pure crystal chime. We begin to smile, even my ex, as we are caught in this sound, but I notice one man, dressed in a long coat, who looks beyond ecstatic. He holds up his hands in front of him with a wonderous look on his face.
"Now we can find the Time Lords", announces my companion, just as I too recognize The Doctor.
We reach a breakthrough and know we have achieved our goal. Quickly, we go outside, and I momentarily stop in wonder - it's as though an entire season has passed us by while we were inside. I recall going in while it was early fall, and now there are messy puddles of dirty snow on the ground. Nobody is outside and it is night time, so we walk quickly to the next corner. There I see a light blue pick-up truck and I recognize my ex-husband is the driver. I tell my companion that we have to go now, to run, because my ex will want the information we have and will try and stop us. We begin to run, but now my ex has seen us and quickly reverses the truck and begins to chase us down.
We run to the lab again and this time find that there is a small crowd of people there, the people that we need to see. We will now be safe, I think, and see the same look of relief on my partner's face. I see the truck park in the lot and my ex get out, his face filled with fury.
My partner now begins to address the crowd, and says that a breakthrough has indeed been reached. He touches something on his tablet, and suddenly we hear a beautiful pure crystal chime. We begin to smile, even my ex, as we are caught in this sound, but I notice one man, dressed in a long coat, who looks beyond ecstatic. He holds up his hands in front of him with a wonderous look on his face.
"Now we can find the Time Lords", announces my companion, just as I too recognize The Doctor.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
OF CARPETS AND LILY PLANTS
I slept very soundly last night until around 3:30 am, and didn't fall back asleep until just before 5:00 - usually a time when I'm waking up. And it was in that time span that I had the following dream:
I am sleeping on my couch in my living room and am awakened by some very noisy traffic just below my balcony. I get up and go to the balcony (every thing in my living room is exactly the same as I have it - the chairs, the piano, even the bits of clutter that develop around my chair). Even before I get to it, I see a two trucks, both are actually taller than my balcony rail, and each is filled with rolls of different carpets and underpadding. There is a momentary concern that they might do damage to the plants and furnishings on there, but I see that all will be all right.
I go back to the couch and lie down again, falling asleep quickly. Once more I am startled awake, this time by water being showered down on me. Sputtering and angry, I get up quickly and am shocked to see that my entire apartment is now filled with pots and pots of plants. The piano top, the counter, the floor (leaving only a very narrow path to walk along), and the entire balcony is filled with plants! While I see a variety, most of them contain a beautiful flowering plant, a delicate dusty pink lily-type of flower with the most exotic fragrance.
The water comes from someone on the ground watering everything with a hose. Entranced as I am with all this, I make my way quickly to the balcony edge and shout for them to turn the water off. "You're ruining my furniture and are shorting out the computer!", I yell down. I see now that the trucks that had the rolls of carpets are now filled with plants. I am also aware that every tenant in the building was given a large quantity of these.
Vaguely I also recall having further conversation with the men who delivered all this as well as two of my sons, who were spending the night with me.
At least the first part of the dream was so vivid that when I actually came into my living room this morning, I was a bit startled not to see these plants - lol!
I am sleeping on my couch in my living room and am awakened by some very noisy traffic just below my balcony. I get up and go to the balcony (every thing in my living room is exactly the same as I have it - the chairs, the piano, even the bits of clutter that develop around my chair). Even before I get to it, I see a two trucks, both are actually taller than my balcony rail, and each is filled with rolls of different carpets and underpadding. There is a momentary concern that they might do damage to the plants and furnishings on there, but I see that all will be all right.
I go back to the couch and lie down again, falling asleep quickly. Once more I am startled awake, this time by water being showered down on me. Sputtering and angry, I get up quickly and am shocked to see that my entire apartment is now filled with pots and pots of plants. The piano top, the counter, the floor (leaving only a very narrow path to walk along), and the entire balcony is filled with plants! While I see a variety, most of them contain a beautiful flowering plant, a delicate dusty pink lily-type of flower with the most exotic fragrance.
The water comes from someone on the ground watering everything with a hose. Entranced as I am with all this, I make my way quickly to the balcony edge and shout for them to turn the water off. "You're ruining my furniture and are shorting out the computer!", I yell down. I see now that the trucks that had the rolls of carpets are now filled with plants. I am also aware that every tenant in the building was given a large quantity of these.
Vaguely I also recall having further conversation with the men who delivered all this as well as two of my sons, who were spending the night with me.
At least the first part of the dream was so vivid that when I actually came into my living room this morning, I was a bit startled not to see these plants - lol!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
DREAM - ONE POWERFUL WOMAN
I woke up this morning, again disappointed, when suddenly I remembered dreaming the following:
I am visiting some friends, a couple (although I have no idea who they are in "real life") at their home. It's a very spiritual household and we get together to explore the various aspects of spirituality. On this occasion, I see someone new there - a beautiful statuesque black woman, dressed in a loose African-style long cotton, bright red, dress and her hair is wrapped in a scarf matching the dress. She is a presence in that home, but keeps herself apart from us, just moving serenely around. Eventually I conclude my visit and leave, still not knowing who she is.
Some time passes, and I come back and now find that the couple has moved into the background and this woman is more prominent. She is wearing another dress, again of African style, this one with large floral print, but also predominantly red. Her hair is long, black and in beautiful ringlets. I get a quick glimpse of it as she winds another scarf expertly about her head. There are also more children in the house, children who are occupied happily with all kinds of crafts.
I know there is something very important going on here. I recognize that I need to speak with this woman. I wait for an opportune moment and approach her - this feels like coming into the presence of royalty, and I resist the urge to kneel. I ask her, as she warmly holds my hand, if she would consider teaching me. The moment passes, and she's just an ordinary woman again, telling me that since this is now her home, we would have lots of opportunity to get together and talk. I react with surprise, since I did not even know that my friends were selling the house or were planning to move. The surprise also passes quickly and becomes a non-issue. It is She who is important now.
There is also a very faint memory of flying, but I don't know if it's part of this dream or another one.
I am visiting some friends, a couple (although I have no idea who they are in "real life") at their home. It's a very spiritual household and we get together to explore the various aspects of spirituality. On this occasion, I see someone new there - a beautiful statuesque black woman, dressed in a loose African-style long cotton, bright red, dress and her hair is wrapped in a scarf matching the dress. She is a presence in that home, but keeps herself apart from us, just moving serenely around. Eventually I conclude my visit and leave, still not knowing who she is.
Some time passes, and I come back and now find that the couple has moved into the background and this woman is more prominent. She is wearing another dress, again of African style, this one with large floral print, but also predominantly red. Her hair is long, black and in beautiful ringlets. I get a quick glimpse of it as she winds another scarf expertly about her head. There are also more children in the house, children who are occupied happily with all kinds of crafts.
I know there is something very important going on here. I recognize that I need to speak with this woman. I wait for an opportune moment and approach her - this feels like coming into the presence of royalty, and I resist the urge to kneel. I ask her, as she warmly holds my hand, if she would consider teaching me. The moment passes, and she's just an ordinary woman again, telling me that since this is now her home, we would have lots of opportunity to get together and talk. I react with surprise, since I did not even know that my friends were selling the house or were planning to move. The surprise also passes quickly and becomes a non-issue. It is She who is important now.
There is also a very faint memory of flying, but I don't know if it's part of this dream or another one.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
I am with a couple of young girls and we're homeless - absolutely pennyless and dressed in rags. One of the girls realizes that she has some money left in a bank, and after getting it tells us that she will pay for us to stay at the YWCA and we all go there. She tells the desk attendant that we are all to be in one room, since that is all she can afford. The attendant simply grabs the money out of her hand without counting it or giving back changes, and without giving us a second glance, gives us the key. We are grateful, knowing we won't have to sleep out on the streets.
The scene changes slightly and I now find myself in a motel room with my ex-husband and one of my sons. I am in bed, feeling disoriented for the transition, still dressed in the ragged clothing and clutching a large tote that contains my worldly goods. I don't want to wake up and face the men in the room, so I pretend to continue sleeping. A loud buzzing noise fills my ears and I joyfully give myself up to the ensuing paralysis that comes with it. Within a heartbeat, I am out-of-body and hovering above them.
I am dismayed to find my astral self still wearing the rags and even more dismayed that they can see me. My ex begins to tell me not to be so foolish, to come down and stop making a fool of myself (all things he would say in real life). My son is more respectful and watches me with respect and even a bit of awe. I ignore my ex, and suddenly decide I want to fly outside and head for the window. I know that the glass doesn't exist when I'm in this state, but decide to have some fun with this. I pretend to get stuck half-way through the window and get a jolt of satisfaction at my ex's alarmed cry. I laugh and continue to fly all the way outside.
Ragged clothing or no, I know that for at least this time I am free from the concerns of the world. I fly on...
The scene changes slightly and I now find myself in a motel room with my ex-husband and one of my sons. I am in bed, feeling disoriented for the transition, still dressed in the ragged clothing and clutching a large tote that contains my worldly goods. I don't want to wake up and face the men in the room, so I pretend to continue sleeping. A loud buzzing noise fills my ears and I joyfully give myself up to the ensuing paralysis that comes with it. Within a heartbeat, I am out-of-body and hovering above them.
I am dismayed to find my astral self still wearing the rags and even more dismayed that they can see me. My ex begins to tell me not to be so foolish, to come down and stop making a fool of myself (all things he would say in real life). My son is more respectful and watches me with respect and even a bit of awe. I ignore my ex, and suddenly decide I want to fly outside and head for the window. I know that the glass doesn't exist when I'm in this state, but decide to have some fun with this. I pretend to get stuck half-way through the window and get a jolt of satisfaction at my ex's alarmed cry. I laugh and continue to fly all the way outside.
Ragged clothing or no, I know that for at least this time I am free from the concerns of the world. I fly on...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
LOBSTER COMEDY
It's been some time since I've had dreams I could remember and record. Now, they're coming back!
Last night I dreamed of all sorts of houses - cottages, multi-level apartments, office buildings - but nothing definite to connect any of them, except this one image of me being in a convertible car as a passenger. At one confusing intersection, I stand up to read the street signs but am having trouble seeing them. I think we are on our way to another building.
But by far the strongest image from last night involves us being in a restaurant which specializes in seafood. It is beautifully decorated with tables artistically arranged to look like giant flowers. These arrangements were made up of all sorts of shrimp, clams, oysters, crabs as well as a wide assortment of fruits, vegetables and flowers.
One table was devoted to bright red lobsters, showcasing this giant fire-engine red one. My companions (not seen clearly at all) and I are amazed to find that it's not only alive but sentient, and able to speak. It turns out to be quite a comedian, doing a routine that has us all laughing. Suddenly, it begins moving the entire table, as though it was a car. We try to dodge it as it playfully chases us all around, to the point of bumping the table into the other arrangements and spewing the contents all over the floors.
The staff does not seem to be distressed over this, indicating that this is a regular occurrence. They laugh as they clean up the tossed croustations.
Last night I dreamed of all sorts of houses - cottages, multi-level apartments, office buildings - but nothing definite to connect any of them, except this one image of me being in a convertible car as a passenger. At one confusing intersection, I stand up to read the street signs but am having trouble seeing them. I think we are on our way to another building.
But by far the strongest image from last night involves us being in a restaurant which specializes in seafood. It is beautifully decorated with tables artistically arranged to look like giant flowers. These arrangements were made up of all sorts of shrimp, clams, oysters, crabs as well as a wide assortment of fruits, vegetables and flowers.
One table was devoted to bright red lobsters, showcasing this giant fire-engine red one. My companions (not seen clearly at all) and I are amazed to find that it's not only alive but sentient, and able to speak. It turns out to be quite a comedian, doing a routine that has us all laughing. Suddenly, it begins moving the entire table, as though it was a car. We try to dodge it as it playfully chases us all around, to the point of bumping the table into the other arrangements and spewing the contents all over the floors.
The staff does not seem to be distressed over this, indicating that this is a regular occurrence. They laugh as they clean up the tossed croustations.
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