Why am I posting this? I know that the title of this post is the only information I really care to share, and I also know it’s sufficient to get blog traffic :p
Cheater.
I just gotta post this dream!
So much stuff happened, it was really vivid. I was in this other world. Like the future, and it all started in this huge modern building that was an American church. They were amongst the likes of the Creationist Museum in Kentucky. They had all these posters about the legitimacy of God. And I started to preach about how they were too concerned with what God can do - they’ve forgotten about who God is. It’s a subject that’s been on my mind a lot lately, because I think part of America’s problem is the way it tries to make the Kingdom of God a strictly earthly thing. ”One nation under God,” and such.
After this I was in a car, looking out the passenger side window when I saw this guy manning a booth at a busy corner, we were on a campus. Well, I was just visiting for a time there. And basically, he was this really nice guy names Zoe (pronounced ‘Zo’). Weird, but it was the future, and I think magic was involved. So we started having this relationship, but I don’t remember what we did. All I know is that we kissed, and when I confided in some of my friends there, I said “Will is going to be so mad, because he’s never even kissed me,” etc. Only a few people knew about it, and I was doing everything in secrecy, because if any of my friends saw us together, they’d know I was cheating on my boyfriend. That’s what made me feel the worst. Plus, this kid, Zo, didn’t know I had a boyfriend and he thought I was the greatest thing in the world. (Our reationship, however, as far as I can remember, just involved kissing). I would often wander on my own, so I decided to go find a quiet place and tell Zo telekinetically that I had a boyfriend, and break his heart. Being a dream, it was near impossible to find an alone place. But I had to, because there was no way I was choosing Zo over Will. I think I remember thinking, “there’s no way he could ever love me as much as Will does.” As serious as this all sounds (I HATE adultery, it makes me feel more uncomfortable than any other topic) it just felt as if I had done something as careless as made fun of someone with them standing behind me.
So, all these lecture halls were filled up, doors closed, as sessions were on, and I found this little hallway with lockers in it, and I sat down. Before this, I had stared at a mirror while sitting on a couch when I realized I looked like Buffy, with Allison Hannigan sitting beside me. She was the actress, not the character she played in Buffy. I said, “Well, I look like Buffy, but I actually am a witch.” So I impressed her, and then went on to do the ESP thing. I didn’t know where Zo was, just that he was in one of the rooms in the residences above this building, and I wanted to end it as soon as possible.
Oh, and at some time, while driving, there was a picture book of how to take good photographs, made by the church dwelt on too much temporal stuff. How to get the lighting right of swamp gases. “Thanks for cleaning up our air” was a message to the local (Chicago?) sanitation committee underneathe one of the pictures, because apparently swamp gasses stayed out of the city, somehow.
Well, here I am, sitting in this hallway, when this guy comes along in a pimped out golf cart. It was more like a ‘67 Chevy lowrider. He leaned out the side of the car and said, “Hey girl, where’d you get those shoes?” I didn’t know what he was getting at, but I already felt guilty because I knew this Zo kid had gotten them for me. They were the black shoes I own, actually, only I was wearing white socks with them. ”Only one guy in the world wears those shoes, and it’s Zo Clark” (or whatever his last name was). “You foolin’ around with him?” For some reason, this guy knew that I was in a relationship with someone else, and pretty much dragged me to this weird district of cross-dressing restaurants and bars. It was like an underground moulin rouge type part of town. I think Zo was in one of them.
That’s all I can remember. But basically, I ended it, and kinda crushed Zo’s heart, and then went on to tell Will, and he was really disappointed too. Then I got up and was SOOO tired because I had woken up about every half hour in the night. What prompted this all, do you think? Well, some guy on Facebook saw my profile pic and said ‘purdy,’ and I said, ’spanks.’ I guess my subconscious was a little too eager to accept a compliment, because then he showed up in my dream. But I’m pretty sure at one point I woke up, realized what I was dreaming, and rolled back over to end it because I didn’t want to have the dream end with me still in two relationships.
(reason I haven’t posted in a month? laziness. I stopped being motivated to wake up early and do this before work. and then I just got tired of posting my dreams after I figured out they weren’t the window into my psyche that I wanted them to be. plus, I’m an ENFP, which means I tend to get excited for new projects, but have a hard time following through with them).
Witch!
I was a witch. Of course, I was more powerful than the average witch. I was surrounded by classmates in a contemporary art museum. Which was located in Guyana, or some other South American country. At some point I came into possession of a cat and dog, and I knew I was going to be able to keep them, so I had to figure out what to name them, and I came up with some crazy names. None of which I can remember, I just knew they were all bad and reflected my inability to think up good pet names on the spot while dreaming.
There was a lot to this dream. I think my old piano teacher, or perhaps it was the witch professor Emma Thomson played in Harry Potter, was also the woman in charge of the humane society. I also played a role in getting ice cream for everyone.
Oh, and weirdness - I witnessed terrorism at the Price Chopper across from where my grandma lives. People wearing ski masks climbed up onto the roof and threw down explosives or gasses of some sort into the pipes up there. I knew a lot of other people were already calling the cops because they were doing it in broad daylight, so I didn’t have to do anything.
I would probably remember more, or enjoy writing more detail about what I do remember, but my ears are being assaulted by the screams of dozens of children outside my window. There is a summer camp host next door from about 8 am on. Usually I wake up earlier…I must remember to do not get lazy and sleep in anymore. It’s the only way I’ll experience any of the peace of the early morning I so treasure.
Looking after children and parents
Old houses. Both from the street I grew up on during childhood and a hilly terrain of San Fransico, with endless acres of low-income housing. My parents were discussing their financial woes. I was trying to avoid them both. My aunt and uncle were there, in the living room of this building, and I picked up a child to play with. A few other of my friends picked up other children, and we brought them someplace to play. This little boy liked me, and I liked him. I think he was the kid from Finding Neverland. He had a little pewter toy soldier I got him, and then it broke in a couple places so I took it from him when I dropped him off again and said I’d fix it and give it back the next time we met.
We were also in an airport at one point, I think.
These low income houses were all a story or two, wide and sprawling. More like dormitories than anything. They were going through a redecoration, and it meant bright colours, like a maroonish hot pink, and a night-sky motif. The interior decorating would just kind of appear instantaneously, as you were looking for it, and I caught the professional responsible and said it was great, and they don’t normally hire professionals to do this.
A bizarre dream, but colourful, and full of events and people from yesterday.
Money
For some reason, I was washing dishes in a food court at a rolling condiments stand, and while my hands were in the water I reached down into a crack in the side of the sink and pulled up some coins and dollar bills. I kept pulling up money, Canadian and American, in tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds. It was money that had fallen down there over the years, and no one had ever dug that deep in the sink to find it. Then I brought out colourful money from Tanzinia. There were also personal cheques in there, including some I had written to Tracy. I had written her name “Helen Tracy,” implying she was Helen Keller, as a joke. I have no idea why.
The whole time I made it clear that I was going to give the money back, I just wantedto count it first. I got four older people to sit down on folding chairs around me and I demonstrated how old some of this stuff was. There were pictures from the 50s and 60s in there. We had to preserve it for your kids. My dad was one of the old people.
Zombies
Yup, last night I dreamt of zombies. The whole world was on alert, pretty much, and there was panic everywhere. I was in a red sports car with this guy driving me around, and we were in love. And at one point I asked, “Is this real?” as if I knew I was in a dream, and he said that every time he thinks of me, blah blah blah, he loved me. It’s so strange that it’s always someone different in these ‘…and we loved each other’ dreams.
Later we were driving on a highway and saw this one car rearend another car. The people inside it were terrorizing the other car, and I called the police on them. In my dreams I can always remember details like this.
Then I was with my housemates, and I think this had something to do with the zombies. We were back in my house from childhood, except it was abandoned, and run down, and the family that had been here before had had a depressed son, and they had to leave to because they couldn’t handle him in this house. Sonia was there, all concerned, and we were all exploring this room and genereally feeling bad about it all. I noticed what the kid had plastered on his wall was black pages out of magazines, with phrases on them, and they were selling HP products, whatever that meant. Harmless enough ads he had used to reinforce his depression.
And finally, near the end of my dream, I had super powers, and I was walking around outside and just pushing aside people/zombies with my mind. At one point the world was getting back to normal, and everyone was returning to some semblance of normalcy. Including in the stores and houses and streets I had been in throughout my dream. But then I was watching a newscast, and I said “LOOK, there in the back!” and it was some guy eating his own arm. Then he looks up at the camera and smiles all bloody and zombie-like.
Oh yah,
My other dream involved eating in a restaurant. Grete, Candice and I got to this prestigious upper level of what kinda looked like a double decker bus. The odd thing about this restaurant, was that it took an incredible amount of squeezing through narrow passages to get there. Like I was crawling through the cabin of a plane, the part where you put your luggage. There were politicians campaigning. It was going to take a while before our food was ready. I seemed to be the only one concerned about being late for work.
I saw my dad from the outside balcony of this restaurant in the baseball field across the street. More forested plains on the road beyond, where I knew work was.
Just Another Dream
I was a part of this list of rebels, people in the resistance. We were in Northern Canada, another winter dream. The names were all of this sheet of plastic, with lines connecting people haphazardly, and as people left, got caught, or died, they’d get removed from the list with scissors. When I saw the list get cut, I realized it was a plastic bag, filled with sawdust.
At one point I was showing off my ability to fly to this one guy, as we walked along the shores of what looked like Georgian Bay to me. Rocky sandy shores and low waves. I kept flapping my arms, trying to prove I could fly without using my legs. But my legs were scissor kicking, and I was always getting further with my legs. It was like swimming. I eventually flew so far that I saw a bus. There were others in the air, or walking, with me. We hid. If anyone from the ‘outside world’ sees you, they could report you, because you look different.
A bus driver saw me, and I ran down this steep embankment. We were now in a forested area. The hill was covered with brush. (undergrowth, small trees, and shrubs) As I ran down through this, the bus turned and came barreling down the hill and stopped in front of me. He opened the door and I realized that either this bus driver was crazy, or this was a stop. I got on and pretended like nothing was odd. I got on an BJ Mikelait was on there. I asked her if anything seemed odd. She said yes, but we had already got to the stop near the bus station, so she was going to get off now anyway. I did too.
Now we were in a city, or at least a small town. I entered a church and sat down in a pew. It was packed with people, like the movie theatre I was in yesterday. And kids were crying and whining and being the noisy toddlers and babies that they were, just like in the movie theatre I was in yesterday. And it annoyed me, and made me mad. I felt bad about getting angry in my dream, too.
And that’s all I can remember. I woke up uncomfortably hot, turned on the fan, tried to sleep but I can’t sleep with a fan on, turned it off once I was cool enough, and dreamt again. But I can’t remember that dream.
White Money Winter
I was in a big white room, filled with white furniture, and two of the walls were columns which overlooked the sea. Or at least, blue sky. There was a round fountain in the middle of the room, a white coffee table with a couple magazines on it, and on the white couch was a rather attractive, rich young man, wearing a white button up shirt (that wasn’t buttoned up), and beige pants. He was in one of the magazines. I had organized with someone else beforehand that I was going to seduce him. He liked me already, but this was going to be when I cinched it.
By some bizarre gift of providence, all of my dreams where I want to have sex never come to fruition. I’m usually frustrated in my dream, but when I wake up I’m always grateful.
So, as all dreams go, before I was able to do anything I would regret, I was called away to another part of the building, which was this long strip of hallway, with a pier and docks. We were by the sea, but it was frozen. People were going out on to the ice. This was where I was going to meet my people, my co-conspirators, and tell them how I was so close, but I couldn’t do it. I think he really loved me.
Well, there was a lot more to this dream I can’t remember. It was a very involved dream, lots happened, as I slept a particularly long time this morning. When I thought I’d get up I just turned over and slept another hour, and I think that’s when most of this happened. All in all, a rather enjoyable dream.
And for some reason, it has reminded me of the dream I had July 1st. I had a baby, and it was small. I filled out forms and I got it, and now I was scared I was going to kill it by accident because I don’t know what to do with babies. I was in a pool, floating with my knees up, with my back against the side of the pool. The baby was resting on my legs, and as the waves came I would lift it up so its head never went under the water.
Mawwige.
Somehow, in the course of my dream, I made deals with three guys to get married. I knew I was deceiving all of them, but it was some sort of plan. I think I was going to steal their money. At one point I felt angry because things weren’t going right, and I asked myself why I had felt like I was definitely going to get married, and my mind said, “To Will, next summer.” It was like in my dream I was impatient so went after these other guys because I had forgotten there was already someone else.
I remember genuinely liking these guys. One was really cute. It was one of those whirlwind romance experiences, and the only details I can recall is that one guy, who was brown, offered me his families piece of sheet metal to make a ring out of. It was a rusty piece of steel or iron, and someone had haphazardly scratched in images of dragons. I wasn’t excited, because this was supposed to be the proposal, and I played dumb. “But honey, I don’t understand how this can be a ring, do you pop out the centre?” And then he went on, excitedly, about how I would choose the section I liked the best around the border, and they’d take that metal off, and I could design my own dragon, since I’m an artist, and they’d make it into a ring. And then he said, “And it would truly be YOUR ring.” “But I want it to be YOUR ring, I want to wear YOUR ring.” He wasn’t impressed and I think I avoided him for the rest of the dream. I was also discouraged because there was no room for a diamond and he seemed unconcerned by this. I went away fuming because he was ignorant of the Western woman’s appreciation of diamonds.
There was a lot of hiding in this dream. I hid under a desk in a copy area once. There were all these computers and cubicles in this one room, and I had been in there earlier, can’t remember why, but this time I was running away from my angry almost-fiancee. I eventually got approval from the front desk to complete one of my projects just in time to hide under one of the desks in the back. There was someone else working at the desk (which was why I needed to get approval to work back there), and it was a great cover.
Settings in my dream included the observation deck of a swimming pool and the patio of someone very rich. It was all very vivid. And I wish I were still asleep.
In this large park, there was a huge crowd. The kids from Zoom were there. Or some other children’s show. They were doing dramas, musicals, and throwing paintballs. I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I was. Because of this, the kid on twenty foot stilts hadn’t been firing paintballs at me, and even when they did bounce near me, I was able to pull a “neo” and dodge them. As far as I could tell, I was doing great, but then I noticed near the end of the game some of the other kids that had lasted a while. They had no paint anywhere, and I had been stepping on the paint on the ground to get where I wanted to be. I was taller than them, and looked downcast, and discussed with them how I had been unaware of this rule. They said not to get too worried about it, and keep playing anyway, like good young children reassuring some nice older person.
Then I opened up a plastic white football that had been thrown. And it was oozing paint. And it had a syringe in it. That was how they did it. But then I saw syringes in the street, and since this was a public park downtown, I asked Katie if she had any plastic gloves, because there are syringes we need to take care of before any kid sees them. Later she told me they had some sort of disease on them, along with blood and drugs.
For some reason after this, I went into a hotel. I noticed that this luggage carrier was rolling away a huge flat of luggage. Beside it was a display case of shoes and purses. The luggage carrier explained to me that because he worked in the hotel, he could go into people’s rooms and try on their shoes, so he had in that cabinet all the best shoes from the season, in case he ever wanted to buy some for his family. They were all they same brand name, I noticed. Shoeffer’s. Scuffer’s. Or something. (I went shoe shopping yesterday at Payless).
I went up to the top of the hotel, and sat out on a ledge in front of a window. It was a small ledge, and you could see all around. I remember I was there initially for the purposes of escape, but then I got terrified when I looked around at the beautiful orange and red sunset across the city. I realized how high up I was, and froze. I then tried to get in, but took a long time because I didn’t want to move. I finally went in through the small window head first, put my hands down, and then let my legs fall over me, like a hand-stand flip. I was so glad when I got back in.
