Contributing Editor to the Book of Life

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.

Escaping the Escape Room

I’m in Atlanta this week for a work meeting, and tonight we are going to an escape room.  I’m super excited. Last night I felt like I dreamed about that all night, so I woke up exhausted!  What’s interesting is the detail of my dream…

I dreamed that my colleague Gary had been to this escape room before, and he told us that the secret was that each of the five buildings were named after the days of the week. At the time, that didn’t mean anything to me, but when we got there, that ruined the experience! We arrived, and the place was set up with five separate buildings inside a large warehouse that were all on motorized bases. There were tables set up outside each house for our dinner. We were supposed to have had two different groups, but those of us who arrived first just went on in and started.  There was a man inside on stilts, and he looked huge. He told his story, and kept stuttering as he said the word “Monday” and so immediately we all knew that we had to leave this building and go to the first building that was named Monday to solve the puzzle. I had decided to go ahead and try to figure it out without Gary’s hint. The man on stilts was smoking a cigarette that had a really strong scent. For some reason, I think it was sandlewood. I had to take my inhaler.  Then the lights went out and the house started rocking.  When it stopped, the man was gone and we were locked in. The building looked like my bedroom at home, and the drawers had my content in them. So in my mind, it was a holographic overlay. I found a bracelet on the wall with a tiny key, and the tiny key opened a tiny lock, but I didn’t see what was inside. A couple of people left immediately to go “solve” it (including my old high school friend Kristal), which made me mad. I also dreamed that Julie and Corey (two colleagues who went to the Hawks game instead of dinner) stayed out all night and met us there.

Making Room for the Next Phase

I was living in a “new” house although it felt like I had been there a while. The house was large, and I didn’t understand how much space it had. I was getting ready to clean it, and I discovered that in addition to the main house, there was an entirely new floor below (in the basement) that had a very long hallway with extra rooms. Many of them were bedrooms, and in fact some had multiple bunk beds. I remember thinking that I didn’t realize how much extra sleeping space we had. I felt overwhelmed at the idea of cleaning it all, but I closed off some of the rooms that I wasn’t going to need immediately, and then I started cleaning my own bedroom first. I was dusting a shelf, and there were items from my childhood that I didn’t really like. There were some very feminine, girly things like ceramic hearts with fake lace around the edge. I thought to myself that I didn’t need to keep those things, and that I needed to donate them or sell them.

Then the dream shifted (or maybe it was a second dream.) I was supposed to go to the young adult group at the church and talk to them about Servant Ministry projects. I was supposed to be there at a certain time. First, I was in a big area that resembled an airport but with lots of food places. I was looking for something to eat. It also felt a little like a college dorm cafeteria. I was planning to eat and then go to the meeting. I stopped Will and asked if it was ok if I turned it into a game. I was planning to do trivia like “How many people did we feed with Stop Hunger Now?” He said that was fine. But then I missed the event (maybe this is when I was cleaning??) Dylan came in and said that he and his dad had done it, and although he hadn’t wanted to go, he ended up winning the trivia.

Cleaning out the attic

I dreamed that I had moved into a new house. It was very old. First I was looking in a separate building and it had a restaurant decorated with Coke memorabilia, a couple of offices, a few bedrooms, etc. it was in terrible shape and had a lot of damage but I had hopes to redo it. In the meantime it was going to be storage. There was a small church in one of the buildings and someone pulled it out and put it in the empty swimming pool until we could find somewhere else for it. As I was leaving, the building caught on fire but I realized someone did it on purpose so I took a bellows in and startled fanning the flames. 

Then mom and dad came to visit. I gave them the tour but dad couldn’t walk very far so he decided to spend the night. I got him toward the end of the house and there was a bed and a couch they slept on. I turned on the light in the closest bathroom so they could see it in the night. There were two or three nearby bathrooms but several requires going up or down stairs so I showed him one that didn’t. I slept back there too so I could help him to and from the bathroom. 

Also noteworthy there were several bedrooms and bathrooms that we were not using. Mom and dad took a Christmas tree and boxes of decorations we had never unpacked and sorted them. I put them in an unused bedroom for storage.

Then the scene switched and I had gone swimming (the church was no longer in the pool.) I was in a family much like the Beverly Hillbilliies and I didn’t know how to act. I was naked in the pool and people were making fun of me. Two girls in particular were trying to get me to go to play mini golf naked so I would get arrested. Before they came along I was having a great time swimming. Then my old high school friend Rebecca came over and tried to hold my head underwater. I was so upset she had turned on me. I went running back to the house. Her mother tried to stop me and calm me down. Then she had two brothers (only in the dream). They each came and hugged me and told me it would be alright. I was touched that they ignored the fact I was naked to do this. I started back toward where mom and dad were sleeping and The mom said we were going to the VA hospital to get my benefits- did I have my drivers license? Then suddenly we were in an RV moving and there was a ball of lightning on the road next to us.

Gone Little Boy

I dreamed that we were all living in a new house. The only room I saw was Dylan’s room, and t was similar to his room now, just smaller. We were talking and he used his mind to throw a pillow across the room, and I thought to myself how powerful he was. I was very proud of him. I was thinking back, and at one point the house had been haunted- two little boys had died here, but their ghosts had moved on.

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Once again, the interpretation seems very easy in the light of day. Last night, two thing happened with Dylan. It was the first night that Dylan wore his Color Guard uniform in front of anyone and the first time he performed in front of a good sized group of people. At dinner we talked about how he was breaking down barriers (first boy to be on the GHS color guard) to do this and that we were proud of him. Then that night he took Mary Parker to Barnes and Noble for a midnight release and it started storming terribly. Of course he made it home safely but both Paulynn and I were worried about them being out in the storm. In a very real way, the little boy died and the young man who replaced him is more powerful than even he realizes. ❤️

Swingin’ in the Rain

Michael and I went back to our old house. The new owners were gone so we just went in through the garage. We got in their bed for some reason. Then they got home and we told the realtor who was with us to stall them so we could make the bed. I was not wearing any pants- just a tshirt. I tried to think of an explanation but ended up finding jeans to put on. We went into the living room and statues visiting with them but it was very awkward. They had the old orange furniture I grew up with in the living room. Then I got up to get something I left in the bedroom and walked  in on the man. I apologized and said “old habits” and left. When we left it was raining but the lady had to get ready for a job interview. We left and went to the Disney offices where Lois worked in my dream. We were in the lobby and there were huge framed Disney posters that were quotes. In the atrium was a golf course. The lady who bought our house came in and was auditioning to be a gospel singer. She kept walking back and forth looking for the right elevator. Then I got in a swing and was trying to swing higher and higher. I was trying to swing to the 2nd floor but got so high I almost touched the ceiling. As I was coming down I got terrified because I felt like I was free falling and might slip out of the swing at the bottom, but I was able to hang on. Once it stabilized after that I started dragging my feet in the ground and messing up everyone’s golf balls just to be obnoxious. I thought that was fun. We left and went to a shady bar. I tried to go to the bathroom and they were at the end of a dark hallway. There were only curtains dividing the toilet from other rooms and I heard other people. I thought it was very creepy and left before using the bathroom. We left and it was still raining.

Three Rings

I was in a bedroom (maybe a hotel room) and had to leave.  I went into a restaurant or bar area.  I don’t remember the details of what I did while I was there, but as I started to go back to my room it got interesting.  Along the street, there was a street carnival of sorts.  I passed a group of contortionist/acrobats that were women wearing skimpy Santa-inspired outfits (short red skirts with fluffy white edging.)  They were performing, and I decided that I wanted to do that.  So I started exercising right there on the street to try to get into shape.  What was amazing is that I started to immediately feel a difference.

Then I went inside, and there was another group of women and men who were performing.  The act began with a ball being dropped into a maze (the type where balls trigger different activities as they roll along a track.)  When the ball reached the end, two men would begin hand balancing.

I don’t remember if I ever made it back to my room or not before I woke up.