Category: Church

We were trying to do an event at the church. It included a meal for us and then preparing food and toiletry kits for others in need. I was sick and got called to do this reading with Davis. I had to break this big log of cheese I to smaller pieces and set it out on a plate. At the end of the log there was a flower. We had problems getting shaving cream and razors for our toiletry kits.

Project Management

In this dream, I was at work and was trying to decide on who to choose for a long term project. As I dug around, I realized that we had done a “pilot” with one company that was much more expensive. We were paying for 15 hours a year at $750 per hour or something crazy and they were supposed to advise us on a project. Apparently the outcome of this project was us storing a bunch of paperwork in a storage facility overseas. I told Elizabeth that was ridiculous and that we needed to scan the papers and then get rid of them or donate them. A woman was there to meet with me about this and it was someone I was supposed to already know but I didn’t. Suddenly I was in a church and Ben was the rector. It was huge. They said this person was in the library giving “air massages” so I went to the library and she was sitting in a little kids chair. As j walked through the big church I realized how much more Ben has to focus on that I realize to keep everything running. At the end of the dream I was trying to decide on a type of sandwich- pimento cheese or spam. 

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 Annual Poker Event

This dream began as a a school dream but changed. I was in a car with some other people and they had taken me to school that day. I was a little concerned about how I would get home but I didn’t want to bother mom to do it and I figured that I could find a ride with someone. This was my old elementary school (at least on the outside.) They were carrying a huge table inside and someone asked what it was, and I realized it was a poker table and one day every year the 9-12 grade played poker but it was based on sports trivia. Come to find out, it was in honor of some gaming commissioner coming into town. 

We went inside and I was worried because I hadn’t eaten breakfast and didn’t have money to buy a diet coke out of the machine. But then I saw Subway and remembered we now has a subway in the school. I got in line and ordered a sandwich but she was making two at a time and I didn’t realize it. I made her not put onions on either one and the girl who the other one was actually for was very disappointed. The sandwich had bacon and chicken on it (and the chicken looked like dog treats.) I also got a large Diet Coke. Then I had to go to a different part of the line to pick it up and I ordered another Diet Coke because i forgot I already had one. She didn’t fill it very full though, so I was disappointed and had to do it myself. Then I went to sit down at the poker table in the lunchroom but we realized we were in the wrong location. We all got on a trolley to move to our segment. That’s when it turned into a church dream. We got off the trolley at a church and were trying to find where Chapel of the Cross was sitting but we kept getting lost. Then Mam-ma and Tyrone got off the bus. I was so excited to see them! Tyrone had shaved and lost a lot of weight and he looked better than I’ve ever seen him before. I was trying to decide if I should sit at the main table with everyone else or give those seats to the people who will be better at answering the trivia. I had also decorated a cake with trash talking based on joking with Will last year, but I had included a bad word so someone changed it.

Then out of nowhere I thought I heard Alex say, “It hurts so bad” and it jolted me awake. But Alex was sound asleep upstairs when I checked.

Being One Church

A little bit of background for this dream… a week or two ago, I had emailed our priest with a suggestion.  Every Wednesday, we have a healing service at church.  I suggested that we have some kind of diversity service one Wednesday a month in an attempt to help heal the racial, gender, sexual or other divisions that impact our community.  He hasn’t answered me at this point.

So this dream… I showed up one Wednesday night, and although there had been no “diversity” service planned, the church was half full, and it was a mixture of all races.  It was lovely.  I was sitting sideways in the front of the church, behind four black ladies that (in my dream) I knew from Toastmasters although I didn’t know them in real life.

It was a beautiful service and we had a wonderful time, and talked about how to keep the momentum going in weeks to come.

After a few weeks, I went to visit another church and was talking to the priest, who was apparently a friend of mine.  I was sitting in his office with my aunt Judy who passed away years ago.  The priest was going to put some books in a garage sale, and she was saying that she wanted the books to answer questions she had.  She was arguing, although I don’t quite remember the details.  I think she had first indicated that she wanted to buy the books, but then she said that she couldn’t afford them.  I was planing to buy them for her, but she didn’t seem to want that either.  I said that I was sure she could find a way to buy them if she really wanted them – that she could come up with a  quarter to offer to the priest.  She wouldn’t say she wanted them though, so I asked Dylan to go put them away.  She was still sitting there with several pages of questions, and I laughed and said, “At least now you know all my lists and questions run in the family!”

As we were getting ready to leave, we were walking across a basketball court.  I asked Dylan if he would go to a flea market and look for something (maybe more books?) and he refused. He said he had agreed to put the books away, but that was all.  I couldn’t blame him but was a little disappointed.

A Strange Day at the Office

I was at work, and it was focused on technical support. I was working in a different building that was like a mall or something. I had a new boss who insisted that I take copious notes in a very specific format on every call and I draw out boxes to help troubleshoot. I had a hard time doing this, and I didn’t have a notebook to use so I was using one of the kids’ old ones and just using their blank pages. I took a break and went down to see my old teacher Charla. She had a classroom of small children and said she had a small bottle of wine hidden in her purse. She offered to split it with me if I would go and buy a seven up and mix it. I got it out and discreetly poured it into a glass. I drank my half and then went to get 7up but spilled the rest. I had some back at my desk so I went to get it. Near my desk was a big set of wooden bleachers that I was running down. I got near the bottom and the drop off was too much. I got afraid to climb back up the way I came and some guy started spinning the bleachers to collapse them. It was fast and fun and let me off at the bottom on the floor. There was a woman sitting in my office with someone else I work with (maybe Corey?) and she was related to someone at the church (like a descendent of the Johnstone’s.) She had been living at the church but I hadn’t met her yet so I introduced myself.

Funerals, Frogs and Friends

A friend of ours had died unexpectedly and so I was going to his funeral. He is young- probably early 50’s and so the funeral was huge. I was not dressed appropriately … I was wearing jeans, but I planned to be in the very back so I went on. The funeral was so big it was in a convention center. There were apparently two funerals there (I saw signs for the other one.) I started out way in the back and then somehow got behind the stage at the front. They were taking communion and called me out so I was in front of everyone. The priest wasn’t there, so I was told to just reach in and get a communion wafer. They were the large ones and weren’t broken, so they told me to take the whole thing!  I also had to just pick up the chalice and drink wine. Our friend had been cremated so there was just a small box at the front. I had been worried it would be open casket and freak me out.

Once I took communion I decided to leave. I was in a mall section of the convention center and met the comedian Taylor Williamson from AGT. I introduced myself and about that time Marleen walked up with two other friends that were very funny. I told Taylor he had to hang out with us because he would get so much content from Marleen! I introduced them (using only Taylor’s first name, because apparently we were close like that!). Marleen and I went to get something out of the dorm room where (in my dream) we used to live together. No one else showed up so I told them we would meet them. I asked Marleen where we should meet and she said “on the steps of Frog Kroger.” At first I didn’t know where this was because no place was called Frog Kroger, but then I remembered that she thought the Kroger by my old apartment needed a name and called it that.  We had a lot of difficulty getting there , and I actually woke up before we got there or met up with the others.

The gift of the magi?

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.