“Working Out” the Details

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.

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A Long Leash for Our Clients

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.

Baby Talk

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.

Dottie

I dreamed that Michael and I went to see Dottie. In my dream, she was still alive but Bo had died. We were dreading it and were worried about the state of the house. We knocked on the door but no one answered, so we went in. Inside, it was amazing! The house was perfectly clean, and she was up and doing things. She was healthy and agile and doing great! We had a conversation, and she had gotten remarried. Apparently, this had helped her. We assume he helped her get off of her pain medication, and he had hired a housekeeper. It was a great visit and it was wonderful to see her doing well.

If the Shoe Fits

I dreamed I was on a trip with Michael, Alex and Dylan. We were away from home and staying in a hotel, but there was a high school football game that Alex and Dylan needed to perform at.  We were sitting inside a large room/gym/auditorium of some sort, and I was wearing special pantyhose. I think that they were slimming, but instead of being shorts like Kathy wears, they were full length hose that also covered my feet. I was wearing black, open toed shoes but I also had tennis shoes with me. As we finished the activity inside, we had to move outside, and I was upset that I had forgotten to switch into my tennis shoes. I looked down, and suddenly my tennis shoes just appeared on my feet. We had been planning on driving home after the game – Alex and Dylan in one car and Michael and I in the other, but we realized it would be very late so we decided to spend another night in a hotel.

I’m not sure of the timing/sequence, but we also sat in a class. There was a substitute teacher who looked a lot like Danny Wood from New Kids on the Block. The class was filled with disruptions, and the kids wouldn’t focus, so he said he was going to show us the new technique. He took the entire class removing every disruption – letting people do whatever they needed to. He let people leave, and he just let the scenarios play out. Carl was in the room, and he wanted a pillow so I gave him mine, and I thought to myself that this wasn’t a great plan. At one point we all went outside. It was cold and snowy, and I had a blanket on. As we were walking outside, I no longer had shoes on at all. I was worried about it being cold and my feet getting wet. I was also worried about tearing the special pantyhose. When we got back, the teacher clearly thought that this was the last of the distractions, but I wanted to put my blanket in the dryer. There was a laundromat across the hall, but he said no. It did work somewhat in my dream – the class calmed down. He said he had tickets to see NKOTB, but that whoever took them had to be free to go the very next day, so I didn’t say anything. After class, I saw he traded them to a guy for a cigar, and I was upset I didn’t say anything.

The Answer’s in the Palm of Your Hand

Last night, I had a very strange dream. I was on a business trip of some sort (only not traveling with my actual co-workers that I know.) We were in a hotel – maybe a conference center, although at times I got confused and thought we were at our friends’ house (Jon and LouAnn.) Of course, it wasn’t their actual house either. I had gone outside, and there was a swimming pool. It was very natural looking, with lots of landscaping/forests around it. It looked less like a pool and more like a pond. In the back corners, it was very dark because of all the shadows. I felt like I should ask LouAnn if I could go swimming, but as I was thinking about asking, suddenly I was in the water. I was nervous about going in the back since it was so dark. I also wondered if it was stocked with fish, but the water felt great. As I was swimming around, I saw a small silvery/white thread sticking out of my hand. I got out of the water and used tweezers to pull it out, and it was extremely long. As I pulled, then it turned into a wide, brown stick maybe half a centimeter in diameter. It hurt a lot pulling it out, and I had to put pressure on my hand to make myself pull it out. But the relief was so great when it came out that I had to do it. Each time I pulled one out, another one would appear. All of them were in the palms of my hands, and they had come from swimming in the pool. Someone else started to get in, and I warned them against it.

The dream then shifted and I was back inside the hotel. We were going into a meeting that I was leading, and it was on the 11th floor of the hotel. My room was also on this floor, and there was also a fast food restaurant on this floor. I wanted to get a diet coke before the meeting, but I was worried about running late. When I got into the room, though, everyone was late, so I left to go get a diet coke. The people in the restaurant knew me because I’d been in there so much. There were some people getting these huge plastic tumblers of diet cokes, but I just ordered a regular large one. They got distracted and forgot to get it for me, then a lady tried to give me a small one. It was very chaotic. I was also looking at the cabinets and appliance doors, and there were small bottles used to help prevent them from slamming. Austin called me while I was there and told me about the same thing, and I thought that was a big coincidence.

There was also some form of betrayal. I don’t remember the details now, but someone in the group had done something, and we were trying to figure out who. There was a bathroom that had plastic sheeting on the walls (like we used to have in our restaurant on the kitchen walls.) They had put crayons in the bathroom so people could write on the walls, but then it could be washed off. I wrote something but then felt guilty about it.

Trumping the System

I dreamed that a war was imenent. I was taking messages back and forth to people. Then suddenly Donald Trump was there and he handed a note directly to the other side. I was frantic because no one knew what the note said and I was certain that bypassing the process would lead to disaster. Then I woke up!