I was supposed to give a talk at work. A bunch of agents were scheduled to be off the phones for this talk. I knew the content, but I had to wear a microphone and I kept passing out. I would start, and then suddenly black out and not remember anything. Finally, in the last attempt, I started and then Michael did the middle section (although he skipped a lot) then I finished. Afterward, we went to the cafeteria, and Dylan and Leslie were at a table selling pink rice krispy treats. I bought one because it was for a good cause, but it was $4! I was expecting it to be $1.
I was in an office and was perhaps a secretary. There was a new one hired – I think she had red hair. I was being told to be very aggressive with her but I didn’t want to confront her. Our boss came in and said that he was going to kill anyone who could only hear out of one ear, and I yelled at her to get out very loudly.
Dylan had decided to play the drums in the band, and so he was trying to learn the drums. For a part of this dream, I switched places with Dylan and so *I* was trying to learn the drums. He was trying to learn on a metal drum of some sort – it didn’t look like a normal drum. There was a pool party, and there was a ghost of some sort that was making people cut other people’s heads open. I know for sure that Mr. Baker’s head and Mr. Harrison’s heads were cut, but there may have been others. When they were cut open, it was a long slash from one side of their forehead to the other. It could be covered with a baseball cap or hat.
I woke up for a few minutes, then went back to sleep, and the dream resumed.
There was someone else there – I believe it was my Mom. We were standing around, and there was a plate of sushi that included a sushi roll, but also two squiggly jello-like things. One of the squiggly things was larger than the other. I was eating the smaller squiggles, but I thought that the larger one (though it was meant to prevent nausea) was going to make me black out and perhaps cause me to cut people’s heads open! She ate both, though, without consequence.
Later, Alex was getting ready to leave the house for lunch with friends. A second car pulled up with a car full of boys (but they weren’t quite right – I thought they might have been zombies) and they were handing out boxes of oatmeal, and we determined this is what was causing the attacks. Our friend Jimbo pulled into the driveway and yelled at them, saying “Never again!” They pulled out, but he kept yelling and directed it at Alex, but Alex wouldn’t respond. The boys in the car Alex was in were obviously not quite right either. They kept laughing at Jimbo, and when I asked, “Do you hear him?” They said that all he was saying was “Ribbit.” They were wearing orange and blue sparkly lipstick. I told Alex to get out of the car, and he shook his head and said no, so I told him I was taking his xbox. I ran upstairs, looking for his car keys to take along the way – but I never found them. (we were in our old house in Annandale) When I got upstairs, I was trying to unhook the xbox. He came up and agreed to stay in and not go to lunch. I was very angry, but I knew about the oatmeal and hadn’t done anything about it, so I felt guilty about that.
Last night, my dreams were filled with various forms of geocaching. It started with a very extreme geocaching – we were in a school of some sort. It was dark, and there was security trying to keep us out. I took off my shoes so I could move around more quietly. I don’t remember finding the geocache but I also don’t think the security guard caught me.
Then we were out in the ocean, and someone in a wet suit climbed up on a giant ladder (like a fire ladder). They planted the geocache up high. I was looking around to try to tell any identifying surroundings. Again, it was dark, but I could see trees along the outside, and several dark buildings.
Then I went to Elizabeth’s house, and she was doing it online as part of a game. There were two games – one was star wars related, and you collected different types of gems. They would combine and make better gems, spinning and making unique sounds. I thought that was too complicated. Then we started talking about the online geocaching game. Parts of it were on the computer and parts of it were live. Her oldest stepson came in for a little while but didn’t stay. Then her youngest daughter Sophia came in. I tried to talk to her but she was pretty shy. I told her that I thought that the game was hard. Elizabeth showed me some tips and tricks. She played with a different circle of people.
Then I went to a party where everyone was playing. The only person that I knew there that I saw was my old high school boyfriend David. I was sitting down with him in the same chair, and he was helping me. There were people milling around and they would occasionally chime in with answers or feedback. At one point, a girl (woman?) said that I needed to introduce them to Hannah and Dylan because they could in turn introduce them to an advance group. (They called the group by name.) I realized I didn’t remember their online names. I struggled to try to figure out how to introduce the two separate groups of gamers. A young man walked by and introduced himself as a leader (would have been called a ‘wizard’ back in the days of mucks.) He said he was known by several names, and one of them had “no” in it. Then I found a cache with money and a gift card in it. Someone said that it was replenished regularly to give new players hope. I was in the process of trying to log everything and count the money when I woke up.
A few initial thoughts on this one. The first part of the dream in the school – I think that I’m still trying to work through what people think of me. Taking off my shoes was me changing my persona to try to “hide” this part of myself. When I did that, while I didn’t get caught, I also did not find the prize.
A ladder is meant to represent getting nearer to God (much like Jacob’s ladder.) This part was pretty clear that there is a big prize if I’m brave enough to brave the rough waters and the dark.
Then it transitioned from school to work, and Elizabeth was trying to help me, but it was in a “family” environment.
Karen told me that parties represent the “heavenly” party – a way to get closer to God, and this part of the dream was about making connections. I found the biggest prize yet, and there were people all around me trying to help me.
I think this whole thing points back to embracing this new, more spiritual part of my life and know that there are people all over who relate. The prize will be great.
I just realized I never transcribed my dream from Saturday, so here goes… since it’s now Monday, I don’t actually remember having the dream, so I can just share what I wrote.
in hospital but at work. Everyone had been asked to share their hospital flowers, but not everyone did (only 3 people.) Remedy (a tool we use at work) was going down and I was being asked to authorize it. Mom was there and men that I didn’t know.
A quick footnote about the title I chose for this: I work in customer service for a telecommunications company, and often, when I get stressed out, someone will say something like “We’re not flying airplanes here” or “We’re not saving lives here” – meaning, if I make a mistake, it’s not going to hurt anyone. In this particular dream, the decision I made could have hurt someone, so that’s why I chose this title.
The first dream that I remember, Michael and the kids and I were all on a trip. We were either in Mexico, or perhaps Honduras. We were in a hotel room packing up to go home, and someone knocked on the door. It was three young boys. They had a baby elephant with them, and they gave me a handful of American money (A ten and some ones.) I asked what this was, and they said it was a gift. I thanked them, and I said I would come up with a good way to pass it along. The main boy gave me a pamphlet, and said his name was Miguel. A little while later, they came back, and gave even more money. I was really disturbed and I didn’t want to take the money from them. At some point, I looked at the pamphlet and it told the story about the elephant and what they were doing, but I can’t remember the story now.
Across the street from the hotel, there was a big community center. It was designed for teens, and had roller skating, bowling, and all sorts of other things. You had to be 16 to go on your own, because I was telling someone that this was the first year that Alex and Dylan could go without us.
When we left from our trip, Austin went on his own trip to Mexico-he had booked everything himself. We told Dad about it, and Michael said that if he was going to do this often, we should buy a timeshare. Dad said we didn’t need that.
Once I had gotten home from the trip, and went straight to set up for the baby shower. We had 3 hours to get ready, but there were people already sitting at tables as we were setting up (guests!) There were 12 tables set up rather than the 8 I had planned for, and I was stressed about not having enough decorations. But then someone else had brought some of the same wooden cutouts as I had. Also, I had large stencils and “snow” for windows to put umbrellas (I guess because it’s a baby “shower”?) on one of the tables, they had set up a grand piano on the table as a centerpiece. It was just beautiful, with multiple layers of table clothes. Even on the regular tables, there were lacy tablecloths and they were looking very pretty. I realized that I hadn’t done anything I had committed to do – there were no flowers, I hadn’t located the vases, I hadn’t printed the stickers and signs for the games, and I hadn’t made the food I had agreed to make! I was in a panic and said that I needed to leave to go to the store. I asked Tell if she needed anything else, and she gave me this list:
- Tampons and Maxipads
- Hats (for this guy who was creating a photo booth for the shower)
(Plus of course, I needed the flowers, stickers, sign, and ingredients for the food!) I was in such a hurry to leave that one shoe fell off. I woke up in a panic!
There were a good number of things that made it into my dream from real life this time:
- The baby elephant: I saw a Facebook video about a newborn elephant just before I went to sleep
- The baby shower for Sarah in real life is tomorrow, and yes – it’s true, I haven’t yet done anything I need to for it 🙂
The “rest” of the story…. that same day shortly after , I saw THIS ELEPHANT POST from Dee – Archangel Oracle. I had assumed that the elephant was in my dream because I had seen the article on Facebook, but as my friend Karen would say, YES, AND….
Perhaps this also pointed to the gift described in this card. The fact that the young boys with the elephant were giving me a gift (and the fact that I titled my post “The gift of the magi”)… it also points to this gift of caring for one another, of family, of supporting and loving one another, and of gratitude for those gifts.
I was in an airport, and I got stopped/stuck as I was walking down a long hallway. I realized there was a narrow path that seemed to be open to the left of the crowd, and I asked one of the people milling around if I could get through. They told me it wasn’t blocked. So I started to go around, but then I noticed that there were between 10-20 cars completely destroyed as though they had been totaled, and they belonged to the people who were standing around. It didn’t appear that anyone was hurt, but they now had to fly instead of drive. I wondered if the airline was going to pay for their cars. Shirley was one of the people who was there, and so I stopped and was going to help her. Just then, the airline called her and gave her a ticket for 9:30 pm. So instead, I turned back around and went the other direction to a bar/restaurant at the airport to eat. While I was there,s someone asked me about what I was going to give Sarah for her baby shower present. I realized I’d forgotten and was going to get her something online, but it was too late.
Once again, I’m going to go out on a limb and do a partial interpretation here. (It’s a lot easier to do when you can see trends over time!) If every person in the dream is some part of me (and my shadows) – I have spent the first 40 years of my life trying to do things the same old way (aka in cars.) Suddenly, that is no longer an option. That path is blocked – or maybe just discouraged – it’s time to fly. In every dream I’ve had, I have LOVED flying – whether just myself, or in a plane. It’s given me a better vantage point, it’s been fun and exhilarating. As a practical method, it’s a much faster way to get from point A to point B. But all my traditional “cars” had to be totaled and demolished before I would consider another way. Stubborn much?
My dreams this morning ran together, so I’m not sure where one stopped and the next started. My apologies for a bit of a ramble!
It started with some sort of a ghost story at the Chapel. I wrote down:
Stupid fake ghost story.
Broke the Internet. Had to take down.
Then, it became a work dream. I was trying to figure out a problem, and suddenly I was in a plane flying. I think I was the pilot. I was flying higher and higher, and was among clouds, then suddenly I broke through and I was high – flying fast – and I could see all the stars. They were big, and bright and beautiful! They were normal stars (not like the stars in my “first” dream) but they were breathtaking, nonetheless. I can’t really read my writing at the bottom of the page – something about seeing the stars, or perhaps see 13 stars??? The flying was amazing though.
Then later, I was at work, and Elizabeth called me. She asked, “How much do you think it costs to fly the plane?” I didn’t know, and she said it costs $11,000, and I had to find a way to pay her back for flying it. I thought to myself that it was very much worth the $11K. About that time, I was paid an $8,000 bonus, and then Scott W. nominated me for an award that was going to pay $2,000. So I thought to myself, “That’s not too bad – I only have to come up with $1,000.”
A dream…How many people take this precious gift for granted? How many times have I brushed my dreams, my nightmares, my fleeting thoughts – aside, instead, rushing ahead into the next day?
It took a breathtaking dream to make me stop and take notice. Well, that, plus several dreams that point to Synchronicity in this crazy world around us… And let’s face it, I didn’t really *want* to take notice even then. To this day, I struggle to accept my dreams. I often feel uncomfortable sharing them, even though I cannot take credit for them. I try to listen… I try to understand. Yet often, the dreams are simply whispers in a very loud world. My fear is that unheard, the whisper becomes a roar, and so I listen, and I share. Thank you for sharing them with me.