I dreamed that Marleen surprised me and took me in a trip. At first I thought it was a weekend trip but then I realized we were going to be gone for two full weeks. I was worried that I hadn’t taken that much time off. We were on an ocean liner. It wasn’t really a cruise ship but more of an industrial ship. I took several naps and then she said something about fishing. I said I had done it before but had more options.. I thought I had to fish through a little square hole with a metal lid. She took me under the boat which was very claustrophobic at first but then it was beautiful and we could see all this water below the boat. On our way back up there was a room of animals in cages. We were going to look for a turtle but then saw it in a box and a cat was trying to eat it’s tail. I pulled the cat off of it and we went on. Then we went to the gym but I was with a guy not Marleen. He was really into working out and I said maybe I could get in the habit before vacation was over. I asked how many days it took to make a new habit and he said 15. I was drinking water out of a 2 cup measuring cup and was embarrassed so I hid it under the bleachers so people wouldn’t see. Then Alex and some other people showed up and it was like we were at a camp of some sort. Everyone ran off to a shop to find prizes for later. Alex had tried to get big ones but this guy who was a respected leader or counselor got several small items including a griddle. Everyone said they wished they had gotten more smaller items. They had a game and Alex wanted to play it. I said Inwanted to play but we shouldn’t open it. He said they had already been playing it, but I woke up as soon as he dumped out the game pieces.
Last night I dreamed that I met a personal trainer. He resembled Jason Momoa only he was more clean cut with neater hair and fewer tattoos. But his build was very similar – he was HUGE! Normally I don’t like super-muscular men, but he was very attractive. He started helping me with something and had his arms around me. We started dating.
In the midst of this, there were large locker rooms with rows and rows of showers. There was a debate about whether or not the showers should remain, and I pointed out how many people were using them. I said that women used to just walk around stinky all day but now we have a better option. There were concerns about privacy, but no one really looked at anyone else in the shower. At one point, there was even a man in there, but he was looking down at the ground not at any of the showers. It was strange that they had clear doors rather than opaque though.
Then we were telling someone (a family member? a team leader?) that he needed to make sure that the other personal trainer didn’t go with us on family vacation again, because this new one would be going. Apparently, we were going to pay him to work out with us. I was talking to another girl/woman and we wondered if this man was actually going to tell the old guy (who looked a lot like my ex husband Jeff) or if he was going to end up paying for both. We said that we have to stop adding things on and start paying things off.
Then “Jason” and I had gone to Honduras. We were not going to stay for the whole mission trip but we had come to help plan and set up. As the clinics were getting ready to open, we got ready to go back to San Pedro Sula. I realized we didn’t have a ride or any money. Penny Sisson was standing there so I went to ask her how to get a safe taxi. She was very upset with us and said that it wasn’t ok that we just showed up and put a strain on mission resources. I told her not to worry, we would take care of it. I assumed we would be safe because Jason was so big. No one could mess with us really. I figured as we walked, we could hitch a ride on the back of a truck at some point and/or get a taxi in Santa Barbara.
We got to the first city down the mountain and there were several storefronts. I wanted to buy some water but I didn’t have any Honduran limpira. A little boy started walking with us and I recognized him from the village. He took us to a shop where we could exchange $20. He said I wouldn’t like the $50 note, and when I looked it’s because it had a picture of someone stabbing someone else on it. All of the notes were really big, and I asked him if they had changed. I suspected they might be fake, but I trusted him. That’s when I woke up.
Michael and I purchased a lake house. It was on the edge of, or in, a campground because we saw lots of campers going back and forth walking by. It was a huge house. I counted 4 or 5 bedrooms plus it seemed like there were other sleeping areas. We planned to add additional beds in the bedrooms so more people could come and stay.
When we first moved in, I know Sandy was there, a bunch of kids (boys), and Hetz and CeCe. I was really excited that they came. I was trying really hard to remember the names of their kids (Adam, Seth, and Greta.) Most people had to leave and go to some sort of sporting event, but they would be back. Sandy stayed, but she stayed in bed most of the time. I just relaxed and didn’t have any agenda.
We purchased the house fully furnished, and I kept wondering what the story was from the people we bought it from. We didn’t know anything about them, and I had a weird feeling about it. We were staying there and hadn’t even changed the sheets on the bed. Michael started freaking out about the pillow shams, and I explained that he should take the shams off and use the pillowcases underneath.
There was a commercial on tv for a movie where people had purchased a vacation house a lot like ours. The storyline was normal, but every character’s face was like a monster’s face, but no one was acknowledging it. I thought it was really strange.
I also went to turn in some construction plans. Twice, people thought that my name was Carrie, or they thought I said I need to carry something. It was very strange, and I felt like it must have some significance for someone named Carrie that I knew.
I wanted to find out about the change request process, and Michael yelled and told me that the plans were now final and there could be no changes.
Clearly, this has something to do with my persona – both the people who looked like monsters on the outside but were living a normal (and parallel life) as well as the idea of the pillow shams with the outsides being dirty but the insides being ok to use. I’m not sure what the story is, but there’s something meaningful there.
I dreamed that Michael and I were on vacation in Mexico. We were out and went on this diving tour in which you walk into a room and it fills up with water around you, and then drains. It was all indoors, very strange. We were paired with a family of three, and when it was over they took us back to our hotel but they took us to that family's room. There was a very soft spoken woman who told us about the history of the hotel, and then we pointed out that we weren't a part of that family, so she told us we could go out to the lagoon area and reach the common areas that way. It was beautiful outside, and I got the impression we were near Mexico City in a dangerous area. We stopped at the bar to get a drink, and Michael started to take this plastic container that held another man's passport and money. The man came up to retrieve it and then told Michael just to keep it. Then we came upon a magic show. Of course I wanted to stop. The tricks were really neat but what amazed me was that they knew what I had dreamed about the night before. One of the magicians made a comment and I assumed I had mentioned something about it. Later, the other magician said something about a very private, erotic part of my dream that I was certain I hadn't told to anyone. It was a strange but exhilarating (and almost addicting) sensation to share my dreams with someone else. I went back to the show every night, and every night it was different but they still knew and discussed my dreams. I guess the. Eat way to describe it was that I suddenly had an immediate sense of intimacy with these strangers because they knew such a private thing about me. At one point I wondered if they were psychic or if they were somehow directing my dreams. It was really remarkable.
I dreamed I was at work in a fancy new building, and there were six very important people coming for a visit. I’m not sure if they were clients or customers, but I was tasked with planning the visit. Elizabeth had talked to the receptionist (who I didn’t know) and put my name on the welcome board as chair of the “wall” committee which was apparently the job of getting the rooms ready. There was a huge conference room that wasn’t closed off but was open to the lobby, and there was a big table and a small table in it. I was waiting on a tablecloth to be added to the big table. When it finally got there, I started setting out food. Evidently, we made our own brands of food. There were egg rolls and a tart/pie (kind of like the old McDonald’s apple pies.) They had sent some that had two versions – Before (wrapped) and After (unwrapped.) I had found some cute plates in the cabinets in the room and so was working on staging the food. There was also a french fry holder that was really cute but we didn’t have any fries. There were other people (who brought the table cloth) that were setting out fancy plates and silverware.
Meanwhile, the six people came in. It was five women and a man, and the man stayed in the other room. They were very brisk and in a hurry and they were early (before the room was ready.) So I seated them somewhere else. In the meantime, we were supposed to be celebrating my old high school friend Alison’s birthday. Everyone was upset because I didn’t have time to do it and set up. So they brought everything into that room. Sadly, the only thing that we had were these little cookie/cracker sticks in a can (kind of like the breadsticks at Newks) but they were dirty shapes like you might have at a bridal shower. I couldn’t even find the gift I had for her. And everyone was eating at the big table and I was worried it would get dirty before the clients came in.
Once that was over, I had to get copies of the call forwarding. The process hadn’t worked as designed, and so I was trying to get the list from the man in the other room. He was annoyed and trying to leave. I gave everyone the dinner plans and they left. I was a little worried about the food I’d set out because now it was going to be cold for the next morning.
In the lobby, there were two elevators and two stairwells. Someone pointed out that if there was a fire in the lobby we would all be trapped, and I argued we could take the stairs. They said there was no outside exit. I argued, and so we walked to the bottom and it just emptied out into an indoor atrium fully enclosed.
When I went back up, it was time to leave. Buster was there and there were two ladies who said how cute he was. I asked if he was ready to leave and he started tearing around the lobby in circles. I caught him as he almost went down the elevator with a man and pulled him back. His leash was hanging in the other elevator wrapped around a blue wire. When I pulled it down, the wire set off an alarm and the people at the desk were upset. They said they’d just gotten it fixed, but I asked why they wrapped the leash around it then.
I dreamed I was visiting a new place (or it may have been an extended stay.) When I arrived, I was shown my room, and then they were giving me a tour and showing me where to go. I came out of the bedroom, and they took me down the hall and turned the corner. Every few feet there were doors and stainless steel refrigerators turned sideways. They stopped at one of them and pushed the refrigerator to the side. That opened up a passageway and stairs. When we went downstairs, we were in a large corridor with tons of people in it. It felt like a cross between a shopping mall and a train station. People were all walking and going places. They took me back upstairs and I realized I was lost and didn’t know how to get back down there, so they showed me again. (Something interesting to note, I don’t know who “they” were. Men, women, etc?)
Then a woman I knew in my dream (not in real life) took me to a bar/restaurant area. We were sitting down near the front of the stage, but the funny thing was that the stage was extremely tall, so the front rows didn’t have a good view of the stage. A band came out and two men who looked like Crosby on Parenthood were in the band. One was the lead singer and the other was a guitar player. The lady I was with was dating one of them, and they were twin brothers whose family were either owners of the place we were in, or they were very influential.
After that, I went back to the area near my room. There were writing prompts, and everyone present had the opportunity to participate. Sometimes there was a question asked and people were asked to write a response. Other times, there was already a response, and people were asked to write the intro. If your response was selected, you were paid. It was almost $10 for a very short prompt, but I got the impression it was highly competitive. I got the impression that someone was writing a very huge, very detailed book. No one really knew the whole storyline, but everyone got to contribute to small parts of it.
As I was writing, someone important acknowledged what I had written, but they were being discouraged from calling me out because I was so new to the place. They felt I had to prove myself over time. Then they mentioned an inventor who lived there. I recognized the name, and he was someone who had invented a kitchen gadget. They laughed and said that yes, that’s all he was known for in our world, but in other universes he had created so many different things that weren’t possible with our technology. They said it must be so frustrating to have done so much elsewhere but not be able to in our world. I was star struck and felt very impressed to know that the man lived there. I’m not sure if I “knew” there were other universes but it seemed to make perfect, logical sense at the time I was being told.
Then a friend came up and she had a device that would let us travel through time. She said that she found out when the “gods” were going to come through. “Gods” wasn’t the word she used – it was a very specific word, but I can’t remember it now. They were not God the creator, nor were they traditional mythological gods. But they were supernatural beings that carried some celebrity status. Anytime they appeared, people were very exciting. So my friend transported us to where they were appearing, and suddenly they appeared out of nowhere. It was very exciting. They didn’t do anything but walk past, but everyone was excited. She used this tool a couple of time to see different sightings.
Afterward, I went back to my room. I was talking to my friend and shared something about a meme I had seen. It was something about people exchanging emails and Donald Trump. She said she’d never seen that one, and I realized that in this place, I was seeing new content that had never been seen in the world before. Eventually, some of it would trickle down to Earth, but as of then it was unseen.
I then realized that I was laying on the floor and I wasn’t wearing pants. I was just in underwear. I had started my period (which is odd, because IRL I had a hysterectomy years ago.) I was worried that I needed to change my pad because people would be able to see since I was in my underwear. The only bathroom I remembered seeing was past the refrigerator downstairs by the large corridor. I got to the area, and there were people standing around talking by the refrigerator. It was almost like a break room. But before I got to the bathroom, I realized I hadn’t brought my pad with me. So I went back to the room. I had my small, purple suitcase with me, and someone asked how I could have such a small suitcase. I told them that the shirts didn’t take up much space and I only wore one per day. Then I noticed that there was a bathroom connected to the room, so I didn’t even have to go back down to the corridor bathroom.
This was an extremely vivid dream with a lot of detail. My first thought was that I needed to turn it into a novel. My second was that this is how I envision a small slice of heaven. I think I might have read somewhere once that all information is housed in heaven and it doesn’t always make it to Earth. I imagine this place in my dream as sort of the ‘grand central station’ of information, and that everyone there was contributing – storylines, music, invention — all of the creative forces in the universe. They were all doled out to different worlds. And people take turns staying there and then going out into the worlds (almost like “field work.”) It was really amazing.
I dreamed I was at the church. James had been saying that there was a ghost, and no one believed him. It was dark out, and we had gone into an outdoor kitchen of sorts. I was trying to write processes. There was a family there with a baby, and suddenly the baby started making a fake, mechanical crying sound. When I got closer, it started singing this song about being a ghost. I freaked out and ran away. I tried to tell everyone about it, and no one believed me. I eventually went back in the room and they were there holding the baby. This time, it sounded like a real baby. But as they started to walk out, the baby started speaking to me in adult language with big words, and I panicked again.