The log in my own eye?

I dreamed that one of Dylan’s friends invited me to go to Hawaii at the last minute. Their family had a private plane and it was a spur of the moment trip. In my dream, though, I was traveling with people my own age.

Gerald, an old teacher of mine who passed away several years ago, was flying the plane. We arrived and it was still early morning. Out first stop was their house but not everyone was awake. It was only 9 am there. I sat outside on a bench and petted a gray kitten I called Smokey. Buster was there and at first they were afraid of each other but then he started licking the kitten and they became friends. They had a bowl of candy that included a few pieces of candy and then some nerds. I ate it all and then felt guilty so was planning to buy them replacement candy. I was eating right out of the bowl and so I got all the nerds wet and so ate them all. I was waiting until a little later to call my parents and tell them where I was.

Dylan’s Friend’s sister came out and I mentioned a friend he no longer hangs out with. She said, “Oh, you still remember the night ladies?” And I said of course I did.

Then we were supposed to go and volunteer at a place (nursing home I think.) as everyone was walking in, something started hurting my eye. I went into a CVS – like store to get eye drops. As I walked in, an older lady I didn’t know said she had some so I didn’t have to buy them but I ignored her. This was the fanciest CVS I had ever seen and looked more like a cosmetics counter in a high end department store. I started worrying that the eye drops, having to be flown in, would be really expensive. I never found any, so I went in the bathroom. There was a big red mark in my left eye and I rinsed it with water. When I came out, the older lady had waited for me and handed me the eye drops. They were scented and I was worried they might irritate my eye. I struggled to put them in- I squeezed and nothing came out but eventually it did and it helped my eye a lot.

Words Optional

I was on vacation in another country and was trying to make plans for dinner. I stopped in this one little shopfront and got something that was hooded to be fruit but had a faint seafood taste. I hated it. Michael was in a business meeting in a restaurant. I could see him from the street. He said that the hotel? Shop? Had fresh fruit like oranges that you just had to ask for. Then my ex boyfriend David was trying to get ahold of me. There was a “username” almost like a gamer tag we had to know to communicate but I couldn’t get his right. So he somehow psychically made these marks on my shoulders. It didn’t hurt but was a weird heat sensation. When he did that it somehow connected us and we were able to communicate. 

Dinner and a Show

I dreamed that I was at dinner somewhere and they picked me to be an interactive part of the show. I got put in a costume and moved from place to place. At one point I was in a room waiting for the next “act” and I looked around and was in a log cabin. I thought that was an interesting choice of building and I wondered what the complex looked like from the outside. At one point I was in a car and they ran it into the pond. I was shocked that it was really wet- it wasn’t visual effects. I got scared thinking I was in danger but I wasn’t. When I got out of there I was wrapped in a towel and was back in the restaurant. My old high school friend Corrina was there and also in the show. We were excited to see each other. Afterwards, we got tips and there were a ton of them. I kept thinking we had to split them with others but she said no, just us. Then…. Skip ahead after dinner… The next day Michael and I were in an airport ready to go home. There were tons of people there flying to Memphis wearing Ole Miss clothes. Some had leather jackets that were in ole miss colors, and j was wearing a lightweight Ole Miss windbreaker. That night, I went to dinner with Jesse, our financial consultant from the capital campaign. We talked about how fun the dinner theater was – even better than the ones you pay to go to. I told him about the murder mystery one at Biaggis and was trying to describe it to him. I said it was up a notch from Olive Garden. When they brought our food out, they also brought treats for Buster. That’s when I woke up.

Psych-U

I had gone to this place to work on my psychic abilities. When I got there there was a wonderful older woman there helping me and I could immediately start to see a difference. She taught me to fly and there was a record player in the room that somehow magnified things back to me. So I would ask a question and then could hear the answer from this machine. At one point during our session there were legs with yellow shoes that belonged to a life sized doll hanging outside the window. I pointed them out and she said “oh dear” and brought the doll in through the window. And we hugged it and it was fine then. She left, presumably to handle that., and I laid on the bed to practice. I couldn’t fly or do anything but the energy was getting stronger and stronger. I could feel the vibrations but instead of me moving I pulled everything toward me. When I stopped she was outside the door but didn’t want to interrupt. She was just starting to talk to me about what happened when  I woke up.. I was sweaty and shaky.

At one point we were talking about my aunt Shelly and she said that something could be explained by mental illness. I told her she had depression.

A Painful, Hidden Truth

Another bad dream. It started out at the church. I’m the circle where we have the statue of Jesus, there was some sort of device hidden that had the potential to be explosive or poisonous or somehow destructive. It was in the center of a battleground and there was a queen who was protecting it? Or threatening to use it? Or not allowing us to disarm it? It was hidden in the center of a maze. Then the context changed and the device was hidden in a store. I knew it was there and there were conspiracy theories on the internet but the store denied it. I called the store and made an appointment with the manager under a false pretense planning to surprise him and try to talk to him about it. I got to the store early and was looking around. I saw a room with a big circular table and it had different types of shampoo and conditioner so you could refill your bottles. It included the suave kind that I use and also a bubble-gum scented one. I was really excited but then I noticed the table was unplugged so I couldn’t use it. Then I went back in a section where people were shopping for Christmas presents. It was there that the device’s impact was most evident- a giant lumbered by (and was not friendly.) A severely crippled man walked by with his wife- he could barely use his legs so he was sort of dragging himself along the ground but he didn’t have a wheelchair. He said something to me about wishing he had known I was there so I could have helped him. I then started walking down the street, afraid of what the world had become. I realized that I wasn’t wearing my glasses and couldn’t see clearly. I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to find them and would get a headache. About that time I looked down and they were on the ground. They were broken and when I put them on, they pinched my nose. I wondered how they had gotten there because I had entered the store a different way and not walked down this side of the street before.

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I feel that this dream has to do with being able to see clearly, and how sometimes that is painful but is necessary.

The alter-ego of drugs

I had a terrible dream. Alex had been acting strangely. I came in and he asked to do something and I said no. He started sobbing and shaking and rocking hysterically. Come to find out he was on drugs. He went to rehab and when he came back he wanted to go running through the alleys with friends but we wouldn’t let him for fear he would find drugs. We were worried there were drugs hidden at the house too. Then we found these tiny dolls that you could hold in your hand. He freaked out and bit their heads off. I somehow knew they were alive and had something to do with the drugs. He wanted to swallow their heads and I said no that I would flush them down the toilet. When I went into the bathroom though, someone had an accident and there was poop and vomit everywhere. When I flushed the toilet it just kept coming back up. It was terrible and I was afraid I would never be able to get rid of the dolls. We were in another house somewhere and Alex really wanted to fly home. We were considering it but then realized that his mom wasn’t going to be in town and neither of us would be. We felt like he wanted to just move out and live on his own. It was sad and scary and we weren’t sure what to do.