Last night's dream was set back in San Jose, California, where I lived for a large chunk of my life.
In the dream, Robert and I were trying to walk home (to my old home), and we had all four of our youngest children with us (Gabriella, Isabella, Connor and Cameron). Cameron was in a stroller. We were many miles away from the home we were trying to get to. Normally on walks, Robert would lead the way, but because I was the only one of us familiar with where we were, I was leading us.
Some of the roads were new, and it seemed to take us a lot longer to get anywhere than it should have. At one point, just before we turned the wrong way, I realized that I had been steering us toward the wrong former residence of mine and needed to correct our direction for the more recently lived in one.
The kids were tired but mostly well behaved. It was hot and sunny out. When we were getting close to our destination, we had to cut through a factory. In the factory, the children all found cushions and started playing with them by hitting each other with them and having a pillow fight. The factory workers thought it was cute and told the kids that they could each keep one cushion of their choice to take with them. All of them chose character cushions that featured their favorite Disney characters.
As we left the factory, we were finally on the road that would lead straight to the house we were wanting to get to. That's when I woke up.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Celebrities and Complaining Teenagers
After quite abit of time passing, I actually have been able to remember a dream again.
Last night, I had another strange dream. I dreamed that I was at church. There weren't very many people there. My teenage daughter Kayla stood up in front of the congregation and complained about my husband's and my parenting. She said she didn't feel supported by us and that she was telling us in front of the church congregation so that she felt she had backup.
I was mortified and angry with her. I almost got up and walked out. Instead I waited until she sat down and explained to her why saying that in front of the church congregation had been a poor move on her part.
Then my husband and I were offered a ride home in a limousine. The person offering was Madonna! We accepted and got in. (My younger children weren't in this dream for some reason.) There was a second celebrity in the car, Amy Yasbeck (actress in "Robinhood: Men In Tights"). Robert started chatting with her as she sat on the other side of him. Madonna was sitting across from me, facing me. I rolled my eyes and whispered to her, "Do you notice how he is actually leaning away from me and towards her?" I laughed. It surprised me a little that his body language was so into her, but it didn't really bother me because I knew he loved me and would never even consider an affair with anyone else.
Madonna and I chatted for a bit about nothing in particular, and then I asked if she would mind if we went back and picked up my teenage daughters Angelica and Kayla. I apologized ahead of time because I knew they would be awed by meeting her and I thought they might act silly and overexcited about it.
The limousine turned around and we picked up Kayla and Angelica. I invited the two celebrities over for a meal, and they accpeted readily. Then I woke up.
Last night, I had another strange dream. I dreamed that I was at church. There weren't very many people there. My teenage daughter Kayla stood up in front of the congregation and complained about my husband's and my parenting. She said she didn't feel supported by us and that she was telling us in front of the church congregation so that she felt she had backup.
I was mortified and angry with her. I almost got up and walked out. Instead I waited until she sat down and explained to her why saying that in front of the church congregation had been a poor move on her part.
Then my husband and I were offered a ride home in a limousine. The person offering was Madonna! We accepted and got in. (My younger children weren't in this dream for some reason.) There was a second celebrity in the car, Amy Yasbeck (actress in "Robinhood: Men In Tights"). Robert started chatting with her as she sat on the other side of him. Madonna was sitting across from me, facing me. I rolled my eyes and whispered to her, "Do you notice how he is actually leaning away from me and towards her?" I laughed. It surprised me a little that his body language was so into her, but it didn't really bother me because I knew he loved me and would never even consider an affair with anyone else.
Madonna and I chatted for a bit about nothing in particular, and then I asked if she would mind if we went back and picked up my teenage daughters Angelica and Kayla. I apologized ahead of time because I knew they would be awed by meeting her and I thought they might act silly and overexcited about it.
The limousine turned around and we picked up Kayla and Angelica. I invited the two celebrities over for a meal, and they accpeted readily. Then I woke up.
Saturday, 12 June 2010
The Problem-Fixer
I should have written what I remembered of last night's dream earlier in the day because I remembered more of it this morning than I do now.
In the dream, I was a teenager again and away at a camp for girls. I remember that there was some sort of problem and everyone was relying on me to fix it. But that's all I can remember now.
In the dream, I was a teenager again and away at a camp for girls. I remember that there was some sort of problem and everyone was relying on me to fix it. But that's all I can remember now.
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Wealth & Poverty
Last night, I had a very disjointed dream that seemed to jump from one scene and topic to another.
It started out with Robert and I walking at night. There was another couple walking a little way behind us, and Robert seemed to think they were dangerous, so we moved into the shadows where the street lights didn't penetrate the darkness as well and continued walking, hoping they couldn't see us.
As we walked, the neighborhood became more and more run-down and ominous. We saw a supermarket, well lit up, and I thought maybe we should walk over to it and go inside. In front of the supermarket's parking lot, there was a little circle of large stones where a bunch of teenage boys were sitting. Instead of avoiding them as I thought we should, Robert decided we would be safer joining them.
Once we got closer to them, I realized they were all wearing light blue tuxedoes. I wondered if they had just come from a prom (and if so, where were their dates?) or if they were in a band or something. We sat on one of the stones beside them, and Robert started up some idle chitchat with the boys. In the meantime, the couple we were trying to avoid passed us by and continued walking.
At this time, we noticed that beside the supermarket was a hotel. It was very elegant and probably expensive, but we were too far from home to be able to walk home before morning, so we decided to stay at the hotel for the night. When we checked in, the concierge gave us a special deal on the price because it was after midnight already. He kept eyeing me up, and although he seemed nice enough, he made me a little uncomfortable because he was acting overly flirtatious.
I mentioned to Robert within the concierges's hearing that I would have liked to go to the supermarket and buy food for a stir-fry if only we had a way of cooking it. The concierge immediately told us that he could loan us a wok from the kitchen to cook with in our room as long as we made sure to return it at the end of our stay. So Robert went to the store to buy chicken and vegetables for our stir-fry while I got settled into our room.
I decided to take a quick shower. The bathroom was massive and beautiful. Everything about the hotel screamed of wealth and extravagence. When I got out of the shower, I got dressed in the bathroom. When I left the bathroom, I found that the entire room had been ransacked and things were missing. We had not brought much with us, so the things that were missing belonged to the hotel. Robert got back from the store just then, and that's when I realized that the wok had been stolen.
We called down to the lobby and a female employee came up to our room. She told us that ours wasn't the only room that had this happen. I was cold, and my coat was missing, so I pulled one of the blankets off of the bed and draped it around myself.
Robert and I went out into the hallway and found richly dressed people milling about. Everyone was in an uproar over the thefts. It seemed as if every room had been burgled and ransacked. Many of the women were wearing expensive jewelry and soft furs and, like the hotel, their appearance just screamed of money. Being robbed was clearly nothing they had experienced before and certainly had not expected here in this luxurious hotel for the wealthy.
As we walked down the hallway, we overheard snatches of conversation from many of the people around us. From what we heard, we came to understand that a fundraiser had been in progress and many of the hotel's patrons were here by invitation from a charity for their charity event.
I needed the toilet, so I excused myself from Robert and entered into one of the public restrooms off of the hallway. When I entered the bathroom stall, I heard squeaking and scratching noises. Within moments, rats started showing up from all over. I lifted my feet and finished quickly, so I could escape. As I left the stall, I kicked one of the rats out of my way. Some of the rats were really big! I still had the blanket around me but I shrugged it off with the fear that a rat might grab onto it.
When I washed my hands, I noticed in the mirror that there was a wall-mounted wide-screen tv on the wall behind me. I turned to view the program on and it was all about the charity event that the hotel was hosting. The charity sent people to a third world country to help out in many different areas that help was needed in. What was being shown was a group of teenage volunteers who had been sent over to help in a hospital that had an overabundance of newborn babies who were orphaned. In order for these malnourished and under-cared-for newborns to flourish, they needed physical contact early in life, but there were not enough people for that, so these teenagers were sent over to spend weeks holding, cuddling and otherwise caring for these tiny babies.
The teenagers were each holding a tiny newborn baby and talking about the experience. My thought was, "It's probably a good thing that I am not over there doing this, because I would want to take every single baby home with me and raise them all as my own!"
I kicked another rat out of the way and left the bathroom. The female hotel employee who had come to our room earlier was in the hallway and walked us both back to our room. In the room, she showed us a brand new, all-white, leather recliner. She told us it was ours to keep as an apology for the inconvenience we had been through and because the staff all liked us. (I had no idea why the staff liked us so much!) I had no idea how we would get the thing home with us, and wondered if they'd be insulted if we left it with the hotel.
Robert and I helped the hotel staff clean up the mess created by the burglars. We moved furniture back into place and tidied up not just our room but other rooms as well. It felt good to be helping out. I wondered how our kids were doing without us.
And then I woke up.
As a side note: Despite the rats being wild rats in my dream, if I encountered rats in real life, it would be highly unlikely for me to kick them out of my way as I hate the idea of violence to animals, but in the dream, the rats were very threatening.
It started out with Robert and I walking at night. There was another couple walking a little way behind us, and Robert seemed to think they were dangerous, so we moved into the shadows where the street lights didn't penetrate the darkness as well and continued walking, hoping they couldn't see us.
As we walked, the neighborhood became more and more run-down and ominous. We saw a supermarket, well lit up, and I thought maybe we should walk over to it and go inside. In front of the supermarket's parking lot, there was a little circle of large stones where a bunch of teenage boys were sitting. Instead of avoiding them as I thought we should, Robert decided we would be safer joining them.
Once we got closer to them, I realized they were all wearing light blue tuxedoes. I wondered if they had just come from a prom (and if so, where were their dates?) or if they were in a band or something. We sat on one of the stones beside them, and Robert started up some idle chitchat with the boys. In the meantime, the couple we were trying to avoid passed us by and continued walking.
At this time, we noticed that beside the supermarket was a hotel. It was very elegant and probably expensive, but we were too far from home to be able to walk home before morning, so we decided to stay at the hotel for the night. When we checked in, the concierge gave us a special deal on the price because it was after midnight already. He kept eyeing me up, and although he seemed nice enough, he made me a little uncomfortable because he was acting overly flirtatious.
I mentioned to Robert within the concierges's hearing that I would have liked to go to the supermarket and buy food for a stir-fry if only we had a way of cooking it. The concierge immediately told us that he could loan us a wok from the kitchen to cook with in our room as long as we made sure to return it at the end of our stay. So Robert went to the store to buy chicken and vegetables for our stir-fry while I got settled into our room.
I decided to take a quick shower. The bathroom was massive and beautiful. Everything about the hotel screamed of wealth and extravagence. When I got out of the shower, I got dressed in the bathroom. When I left the bathroom, I found that the entire room had been ransacked and things were missing. We had not brought much with us, so the things that were missing belonged to the hotel. Robert got back from the store just then, and that's when I realized that the wok had been stolen.
We called down to the lobby and a female employee came up to our room. She told us that ours wasn't the only room that had this happen. I was cold, and my coat was missing, so I pulled one of the blankets off of the bed and draped it around myself.
Robert and I went out into the hallway and found richly dressed people milling about. Everyone was in an uproar over the thefts. It seemed as if every room had been burgled and ransacked. Many of the women were wearing expensive jewelry and soft furs and, like the hotel, their appearance just screamed of money. Being robbed was clearly nothing they had experienced before and certainly had not expected here in this luxurious hotel for the wealthy.
As we walked down the hallway, we overheard snatches of conversation from many of the people around us. From what we heard, we came to understand that a fundraiser had been in progress and many of the hotel's patrons were here by invitation from a charity for their charity event.
I needed the toilet, so I excused myself from Robert and entered into one of the public restrooms off of the hallway. When I entered the bathroom stall, I heard squeaking and scratching noises. Within moments, rats started showing up from all over. I lifted my feet and finished quickly, so I could escape. As I left the stall, I kicked one of the rats out of my way. Some of the rats were really big! I still had the blanket around me but I shrugged it off with the fear that a rat might grab onto it.
When I washed my hands, I noticed in the mirror that there was a wall-mounted wide-screen tv on the wall behind me. I turned to view the program on and it was all about the charity event that the hotel was hosting. The charity sent people to a third world country to help out in many different areas that help was needed in. What was being shown was a group of teenage volunteers who had been sent over to help in a hospital that had an overabundance of newborn babies who were orphaned. In order for these malnourished and under-cared-for newborns to flourish, they needed physical contact early in life, but there were not enough people for that, so these teenagers were sent over to spend weeks holding, cuddling and otherwise caring for these tiny babies.
The teenagers were each holding a tiny newborn baby and talking about the experience. My thought was, "It's probably a good thing that I am not over there doing this, because I would want to take every single baby home with me and raise them all as my own!"
I kicked another rat out of the way and left the bathroom. The female hotel employee who had come to our room earlier was in the hallway and walked us both back to our room. In the room, she showed us a brand new, all-white, leather recliner. She told us it was ours to keep as an apology for the inconvenience we had been through and because the staff all liked us. (I had no idea why the staff liked us so much!) I had no idea how we would get the thing home with us, and wondered if they'd be insulted if we left it with the hotel.
Robert and I helped the hotel staff clean up the mess created by the burglars. We moved furniture back into place and tidied up not just our room but other rooms as well. It felt good to be helping out. I wondered how our kids were doing without us.
And then I woke up.
As a side note: Despite the rats being wild rats in my dream, if I encountered rats in real life, it would be highly unlikely for me to kick them out of my way as I hate the idea of violence to animals, but in the dream, the rats were very threatening.
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Tantrums & Adoptions
Despite the fact that I have not been able to remember most of my dreams lately past a few minutes after I wake up, I remembered my dream last night. As usual, the dream was very strange.
In my dream, my three year old son Connor was misbehaving and throwing a little tantrum while we were out shopping. He accidentally hit a man in a suit who was standing near us. No harm was done as he is only three and he wasn't hitting forcefully anyway; he was just preoccupied with his tantrum and hadn't noticed that there was a man standing near him.
But the man was not satisfied with my scolding Connor. He pressed charges! And we had to go to court. The courts decided that Connor was not getting the discipline he needed at home and it was ordered that he be put into a group home.
Everyone, including his dad, were resigned to this fate. The courts had decided and there was nothing we could do, seemed to be the general idea. But no way was I letting ANYONE take my baby away from me, especially not in his formative years! I was furious with how ridiculous the whole situation was and how stupid the courts were being, and I was ready for war.
I don't know how that dream ended because the next thing I knew, I was in another dream.
In this dream, my childhood friend Caryn came to visit me. She was outside in the car and I went out to help her get her things. I expected her two boys to be in the car with her, but instead there were two beautiful little twin five year old girls in the back seat. Caryn explained to me that she and her husband were fostering them and hoped to someday adopt the two little girls.
After her visit, Robert and I started discussing adopting a child. We called social services and they were quick to bring us two sisters. The girls were about two and four years old, and their hair fell in the most beautiful red ringlets. They each had a tiny smattering of freckles across their noses, and I was smitten with them immediately.
I woke up at that point in the dream.
In my dream, my three year old son Connor was misbehaving and throwing a little tantrum while we were out shopping. He accidentally hit a man in a suit who was standing near us. No harm was done as he is only three and he wasn't hitting forcefully anyway; he was just preoccupied with his tantrum and hadn't noticed that there was a man standing near him.
But the man was not satisfied with my scolding Connor. He pressed charges! And we had to go to court. The courts decided that Connor was not getting the discipline he needed at home and it was ordered that he be put into a group home.
Everyone, including his dad, were resigned to this fate. The courts had decided and there was nothing we could do, seemed to be the general idea. But no way was I letting ANYONE take my baby away from me, especially not in his formative years! I was furious with how ridiculous the whole situation was and how stupid the courts were being, and I was ready for war.
I don't know how that dream ended because the next thing I knew, I was in another dream.
In this dream, my childhood friend Caryn came to visit me. She was outside in the car and I went out to help her get her things. I expected her two boys to be in the car with her, but instead there were two beautiful little twin five year old girls in the back seat. Caryn explained to me that she and her husband were fostering them and hoped to someday adopt the two little girls.
After her visit, Robert and I started discussing adopting a child. We called social services and they were quick to bring us two sisters. The girls were about two and four years old, and their hair fell in the most beautiful red ringlets. They each had a tiny smattering of freckles across their noses, and I was smitten with them immediately.
I woke up at that point in the dream.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
My Story Characters Visit
I dreamed about the novel I am writing. In the dream, my main characters (Bella, Gabby, Connor & Jackie) stepped out of my computer screen as I was writing. I was stunned and asked, "How?" without really being able to finish the thought. Bella explained to me, "It's what we do. You write us into being; you should know all about it. We move through dimensions. It's how we fight evil. We keep our dimension safe from the evil in other dimensions. But your dimension is important to us, because you created us and without you, there IS no us."
Then the character named Gabby added, "And your world is in danger now, so you need us."
Then I woke up. This particular dream was way too weird for me!
Then the character named Gabby added, "And your world is in danger now, so you need us."
Then I woke up. This particular dream was way too weird for me!
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Danger On The Ice
Last night, I dreamed that I was ice skating on a lake. My kids and husband were ice skating too. There were a lot of other families ice skating on the lake.
In the middle of the ice, there was some loose snow which made it difficult for anyone to skate through the middle. I used the edge of the blades on my ice skates and started to scrape away the snow to make the ice smoother for skating on.
Others noticed what I was doing and came to do the same. I told them to do it gently so that they didn't damage the ice. When it was fairly smooth, the people who'd been helping went back to skating, except for one little girl and her dad who were still standing near me in the middle. Isabella, my 4 year old, was beside me as well.
At about this time, I noticed a bubble of water come up from the center of the ice right beside where we were standing, and I heard a loud creaking noise. With dawning horror, I realized what was happening.
"Get away from the center!" I shouted, "The ice is breaking!" and I grabbed Isabella and pulled her away towards the edge of the iced over lake where it was safer. The man who'd been out there with me with his little girl turned up right beside me again, but his little girl wasn't with him. She was about Isabella's age.
I looked to the center of the lake with horror. The little girl was standing there, looking down at the spreading water as the ice broke and sank and the water came ever closer to her. I knew I'd never be able to get to her in time, and her dad was looking her way as well. He looked distraut and he was shouting to her to run to him, but he hadn't moved towards her. I couldn't figure out why he was just standing there. Was he worried about breaking the ice with his weight? It didn't matter because the ice was breaking all around her anyway.
There were some trees beside the lake that were sick and had been slated for destruction. They had a rope barrier put up around them. I loosened the rope and tied it around myself, leaving an extra length on the opposite side for tying around the little girl. I yelled at her dad to grab the long end of it to pull us out if needed. If I fell in, I knew hypothermia would set in fast.
I looked up to where the little girl stood. I blinked and she disappeared. No one else had yet seen that she had fallen in. As long as she didn't drift from where she'd fallen, I knew where I'd find her, but she didn't have much time, even less because I couldn't even see any struggle. Just one minute she was there, and the next she was gone.
I ran out to where I'd last seen her, heedless of the creaks and cracking of the ice that I could hear and feel under my feet. I got to the edge of the ice and I could see her floating face down, lifeless. I didn't think she been under long enough for permanent damage, but I needed to get her out right away.
She was too far from the edge for me to reach her. I knew I was going to have to go into the water. I couldnt' be sure that her dad would pull us out. Although he still held the end of the rope, he just stood where he was, looking stunned and useless. But I couldn't leave her to die. Maybe I could be quick enough that the hypothermia wouldn't get to me before I had pulled her out.
I jumped into the water and instantly felt the cold seeping into every pore, wrapping my bones in it's icy coldness. I swam towards the little girl. Her hair was fanned out around her in the water. Her little pink coat was soggy and dragging her down. I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to tie the loose bit of rope around her, but I couldn't get my chilled fingers to work properly, so I just wrapped my arms around her, lifting her head above the water and hoped that my strength would hold long enough.
I felt the rope pulling us faster towards the edge of the ice, and looked to see Robert helping the father pull the rope in. He'd been at the other end of the lake with our other kids, but must have seen what was happening and come to help. When I felt the edge of the ice, I wearily pushed her little body up onto it and pulled myself up after her.
Robert was now walking carefully (so as not to break any more of the ice) over to us, but I knew she didn't have time. Despite my exhaustion, I stood up on wobbly legs and gently lifted her limp body into my arms. With each step, I seemed to feel the strength returning to my legs and soon I was walking at a very quick pace towards the paramedics and the ambulance that were parked near the lake.
The paramedics rushed over to take her from me, and I felt that she would be okay, but I never found out because, as Robert approached me and wrapped his arms around me in a great big hug, that is when I woke up.
In the middle of the ice, there was some loose snow which made it difficult for anyone to skate through the middle. I used the edge of the blades on my ice skates and started to scrape away the snow to make the ice smoother for skating on.
Others noticed what I was doing and came to do the same. I told them to do it gently so that they didn't damage the ice. When it was fairly smooth, the people who'd been helping went back to skating, except for one little girl and her dad who were still standing near me in the middle. Isabella, my 4 year old, was beside me as well.
At about this time, I noticed a bubble of water come up from the center of the ice right beside where we were standing, and I heard a loud creaking noise. With dawning horror, I realized what was happening.
"Get away from the center!" I shouted, "The ice is breaking!" and I grabbed Isabella and pulled her away towards the edge of the iced over lake where it was safer. The man who'd been out there with me with his little girl turned up right beside me again, but his little girl wasn't with him. She was about Isabella's age.
I looked to the center of the lake with horror. The little girl was standing there, looking down at the spreading water as the ice broke and sank and the water came ever closer to her. I knew I'd never be able to get to her in time, and her dad was looking her way as well. He looked distraut and he was shouting to her to run to him, but he hadn't moved towards her. I couldn't figure out why he was just standing there. Was he worried about breaking the ice with his weight? It didn't matter because the ice was breaking all around her anyway.
There were some trees beside the lake that were sick and had been slated for destruction. They had a rope barrier put up around them. I loosened the rope and tied it around myself, leaving an extra length on the opposite side for tying around the little girl. I yelled at her dad to grab the long end of it to pull us out if needed. If I fell in, I knew hypothermia would set in fast.
I looked up to where the little girl stood. I blinked and she disappeared. No one else had yet seen that she had fallen in. As long as she didn't drift from where she'd fallen, I knew where I'd find her, but she didn't have much time, even less because I couldn't even see any struggle. Just one minute she was there, and the next she was gone.
I ran out to where I'd last seen her, heedless of the creaks and cracking of the ice that I could hear and feel under my feet. I got to the edge of the ice and I could see her floating face down, lifeless. I didn't think she been under long enough for permanent damage, but I needed to get her out right away.
She was too far from the edge for me to reach her. I knew I was going to have to go into the water. I couldnt' be sure that her dad would pull us out. Although he still held the end of the rope, he just stood where he was, looking stunned and useless. But I couldn't leave her to die. Maybe I could be quick enough that the hypothermia wouldn't get to me before I had pulled her out.
I jumped into the water and instantly felt the cold seeping into every pore, wrapping my bones in it's icy coldness. I swam towards the little girl. Her hair was fanned out around her in the water. Her little pink coat was soggy and dragging her down. I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to tie the loose bit of rope around her, but I couldn't get my chilled fingers to work properly, so I just wrapped my arms around her, lifting her head above the water and hoped that my strength would hold long enough.
I felt the rope pulling us faster towards the edge of the ice, and looked to see Robert helping the father pull the rope in. He'd been at the other end of the lake with our other kids, but must have seen what was happening and come to help. When I felt the edge of the ice, I wearily pushed her little body up onto it and pulled myself up after her.
Robert was now walking carefully (so as not to break any more of the ice) over to us, but I knew she didn't have time. Despite my exhaustion, I stood up on wobbly legs and gently lifted her limp body into my arms. With each step, I seemed to feel the strength returning to my legs and soon I was walking at a very quick pace towards the paramedics and the ambulance that were parked near the lake.
The paramedics rushed over to take her from me, and I felt that she would be okay, but I never found out because, as Robert approached me and wrapped his arms around me in a great big hug, that is when I woke up.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Volunteering & Ghosts
I had another strange dream last night involving a house. In this dream , Robert and I were living in a house that was very old. It was huge and very drab in color.
The house was not familiar to me; it was as if we had just moved in. I wasn't familiar with the area either. I have no idea where we were supposed to be, but it had the feel of some of the towns I've been to in Mexico.
Robert and I were volunteering at a local hospital, and we walked there each day across a field and down a town road about a block. There were usually kids playing soccer in the field when we walked by, and every day they would kick their soccer ball across the field to me, and every day I would kick it perfectly back to them.
One day, they kicked the ball a little high. I almost headed it back to them, but I had waited too late to try and it missed me. Robert told me not to worry; I'd be ready for it and head it next time.
We had to deal with a lot of wounds and injuries at the hospital where we were volunteering.
On the way home one day, Robert and I were discussing the house. Robert was telling me that it needed a lot of work to make it more livable. He told me that there was an electrician at the house at that time trying to fix the wiring since the lights were always turning on and off at random moments. I told him that I thought the house was haunted. I always had a bad feeling when we were in it.
When we got back to the house, we found the electrician on the floor. His breathing was very shallow and he had burns on his hands. We managed to wake him, and he started talking very rapidly in Spanish. I don't remember much Spanish anymore, but I understood the words "malo" and "casa." He was telling us that the house was bad.
I don't know what happened after that because I woke up.
The house was not familiar to me; it was as if we had just moved in. I wasn't familiar with the area either. I have no idea where we were supposed to be, but it had the feel of some of the towns I've been to in Mexico.
Robert and I were volunteering at a local hospital, and we walked there each day across a field and down a town road about a block. There were usually kids playing soccer in the field when we walked by, and every day they would kick their soccer ball across the field to me, and every day I would kick it perfectly back to them.
One day, they kicked the ball a little high. I almost headed it back to them, but I had waited too late to try and it missed me. Robert told me not to worry; I'd be ready for it and head it next time.
We had to deal with a lot of wounds and injuries at the hospital where we were volunteering.
On the way home one day, Robert and I were discussing the house. Robert was telling me that it needed a lot of work to make it more livable. He told me that there was an electrician at the house at that time trying to fix the wiring since the lights were always turning on and off at random moments. I told him that I thought the house was haunted. I always had a bad feeling when we were in it.
When we got back to the house, we found the electrician on the floor. His breathing was very shallow and he had burns on his hands. We managed to wake him, and he started talking very rapidly in Spanish. I don't remember much Spanish anymore, but I understood the words "malo" and "casa." He was telling us that the house was bad.
I don't know what happened after that because I woke up.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Doors & Possiblities
Last night, I dreamed we were in a house. It wasn't one I recognized, but it was really big. It was kind of old and run-down looking on the outside, but the inside was more varied. Parts of it were very old and worn and parts of it were very elegant and opulent.
There was a large winding staircase and at the top of the staircase there was a long hallway full of doors. I walked down the hallway and opened the first door I came to. Inside was bright and colorful compared to the drab and grey hallway. It was as if it was a little girl's room and had been decorated to suit a fairy princess, full of pinks and greens and with walls painted with bright and colorful flowers. I closed the door and moved on.
I opened the next door, and inside was a beautiful garden. There were butterflies flitting about and birds chirping. It was sunny inside and I felt the urge to go inside and lay on the grass for a while, but instead I closed the door and moved on.
I opened the next door, and inside I found a sky. There were clouds floating across the room like giant balls of cotton candy, and I knew I could step onto one of them and float peacefully in the air, but instead, I moved on.
I opened the next door and inside was library full of books. There were books of all kinds; some were colorful children's books and some were mysteries. There were text books and horrors. There were romance novels and "how to" books. Every genre was there. There was a soft, comfortable chair for sitting in with a light beside it.
One of the shelves looked different from the rest; it had a pattern of leaves across it. I walked over to it and picked up one of the books. It was authored by me. That's when I noticed that all of the books on this bookshelf were authored by me. And some of the titles were about me too.
I left the room and moved on to the next room. In this room, I found nothing but empty, white space. I stepped inside and thought that the room really needed some color. Immediately splashes of colorful paint showed up all around me. I was surprised, but then I had another thought that the room needed somewhere to sit. A chair showed up beside me.
That's when I realized that this was a room of possibilities, and that's why it had been blank. Because anything was possible; all I had to do was think of it.
That's when I woke up.
There was a large winding staircase and at the top of the staircase there was a long hallway full of doors. I walked down the hallway and opened the first door I came to. Inside was bright and colorful compared to the drab and grey hallway. It was as if it was a little girl's room and had been decorated to suit a fairy princess, full of pinks and greens and with walls painted with bright and colorful flowers. I closed the door and moved on.
I opened the next door, and inside was a beautiful garden. There were butterflies flitting about and birds chirping. It was sunny inside and I felt the urge to go inside and lay on the grass for a while, but instead I closed the door and moved on.
I opened the next door, and inside I found a sky. There were clouds floating across the room like giant balls of cotton candy, and I knew I could step onto one of them and float peacefully in the air, but instead, I moved on.
I opened the next door and inside was library full of books. There were books of all kinds; some were colorful children's books and some were mysteries. There were text books and horrors. There were romance novels and "how to" books. Every genre was there. There was a soft, comfortable chair for sitting in with a light beside it.
One of the shelves looked different from the rest; it had a pattern of leaves across it. I walked over to it and picked up one of the books. It was authored by me. That's when I noticed that all of the books on this bookshelf were authored by me. And some of the titles were about me too.
I left the room and moved on to the next room. In this room, I found nothing but empty, white space. I stepped inside and thought that the room really needed some color. Immediately splashes of colorful paint showed up all around me. I was surprised, but then I had another thought that the room needed somewhere to sit. A chair showed up beside me.
That's when I realized that this was a room of possibilities, and that's why it had been blank. Because anything was possible; all I had to do was think of it.
That's when I woke up.
Friday, 19 February 2010
Disjointed Dream Memory
I guess I went to bed worrying about my weight (again) and about how my kids and I were going to get to town this morning. We planned on walking, but I knew it might be difficult for the younger kids and I was a little worried that we wouldn't make it to our appointment on time.
The reason I know these things were on my mind when I went to bed last night is because my dream, what little I can remember of it, was all about those things. In the dream, Robert had made more cupcakes and different family members kept offering them to me. I had to keep turning down the cupcakes offered, even though I really wanted one, because I knew how much I wanted to reach my goal weight this week.
And then I was trying to get the kids ready to go to our appointment in town, and they kept messing up their hair after I'd brushed it so that I would have to brush it again. I would change the baby's diaper and then he'd poo in it again, so I would have to change him again. After lots of interruptions and things keeping me from getting everyone ready, we finally went out, with the double stroller and the single stroller in use so that the three youngest would not have to get too tired walking, and then before we even got to the gate at the end of our driveway, my 7 year old daughter was saying, "Mommy, my legs are tired!"
Oddly enough, my day actually was a little bit like I dreamed it, only I had to turn down cake and McDonald's. And we were late to the appointment, but not by much.
The reason I know these things were on my mind when I went to bed last night is because my dream, what little I can remember of it, was all about those things. In the dream, Robert had made more cupcakes and different family members kept offering them to me. I had to keep turning down the cupcakes offered, even though I really wanted one, because I knew how much I wanted to reach my goal weight this week.
And then I was trying to get the kids ready to go to our appointment in town, and they kept messing up their hair after I'd brushed it so that I would have to brush it again. I would change the baby's diaper and then he'd poo in it again, so I would have to change him again. After lots of interruptions and things keeping me from getting everyone ready, we finally went out, with the double stroller and the single stroller in use so that the three youngest would not have to get too tired walking, and then before we even got to the gate at the end of our driveway, my 7 year old daughter was saying, "Mommy, my legs are tired!"
Oddly enough, my day actually was a little bit like I dreamed it, only I had to turn down cake and McDonald's. And we were late to the appointment, but not by much.
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