Secret worlds

Wow I had a really detailed dream this time but was abruptly woken up so I’m not sure how much I will remember. I was in a giant old house and had found three secret passageways that led to an attic that was in a different world. One of the entrances was accessed via a button on the fireplace remote. One of them was a secret passage in a wall accessed by pushing a button in a knothole in wood paneling, and I knew there was a third but couldn’t find it when I was looking for it.

The dream started when a kid accidentally pushed the button on the remote. I heard walls moving and then came running in. I didn’t want them to find the other entrances.

The next thing I remember I had gone through the entrances and suddenly it wasn’t an attic in my house but it was an attic in my church. Ben, our priest, was holding a meeting and apparently people had been accessing the world regularly and moving there. There was no government and no taxes and because of that there was really no infrastructure. There were starting to be problems and there was no currency to fix them. We were brainstorming in the meeting and first decided to host a ball. Men would wear formal attire and women would wear wedding dresses. As we continued to discuss, someone built up added security at the entrances. I thought about shouting “build a wall” but thought it might not be appreciated in the mixed democrat/republican group. Ben was trying to write the motion on a whiteboard (which is weird, since he never does that in meetings.) The marker was out of ink though so you could barely read it.

So the motion passed to increase security between the worlds and discourage people from coming and going. I asked “What happens to the people who are already in the world? Are you not going to let them come back?” And no one had an answer. Finally they agreed they would just discourage it but not prevent it.

There were three levels to the world- the entry level where the attic was, a second level and a third level. We were going to try to keep people on the third level so it was more separated from “our world.” Also there were new entrances being discovered every day- Ben held up one that was literally just a little button on a piece of paper. We didn’t know about all of them.

After the meeting, I left and went out of the attic. I had assumed that the ball was cancelled but then Michael said he would take me to go get a wedding dress. He was joking that he had never been able to take someone shopping for one of those and see it. I said that there wasn’t going to be a ball and he said he had talked to Ben who said there would be. I laughed and said that it was a terrible way to discourage movement between the worlds- to show everyone the doors and have a great time and then say don’t use them. We decided Ben just really wanted to have the ball.

There were also some sort of snowman people who lived in this world.

“Meeting” expectations

I dreamed I was at church for a building committee meeting. Brian (our architect) was there presenting. There were two or three other groups there meeting and so midway through we switched to the library. There was food there and my childhood friend Alison was there. She found a load of fresh blueberry bread and said she was going to have one slice, but then the two of us ate the entire loaf. Bill Buhner or someone was writing budget numbers on the board. I took a picture of them.

Afterward, Will and Ben were going to a dinner but Will left his bag outside. It had a red plastic folder inside (the kind that’s like a portable filing pouch.) He has also left a couple of other things. He was sick and appeared to have the flu so I was worried about getting sick but I decided to take them to his office. On the way I stopped off in another room like the library. For some reason I took off my shirt and bra and was washing them. Then a new people came in (Suzie was cleaning and I wondered why.) I explained I had spilled something on my anker and was washing it. Michael was there too.

At one point I had a 1:1 with Elizabeth, my boss. She was yelling at me about staffing but then told me about some program where you and your kid could fly to NY for a mentoring program. I started filling out the application online and realized Austin and aj had already started.

Hoops

I dreamed we went to an Old Miss basketball game show and tell. The players were all demonstrating and I couldn’t tell if they were robots or real. Done had really huge muscles. After their demo, Ana and Ben were taking pictures and posing for photo ops. The coach, or whoever was in charge had to leave unexpectedly but said the events would be continued the next day. After we left I found Michael in the library in some sort of a meeting.

Popcorn and Priests

At a festival at church. No one had told me what to do so I got a big popcorn machine like they had at the braves game and started making popcorn. We were supposed to be done by midnight and I was finished. Suddenly we were in a school. Whoever was in charge was leaving and Michael and I left with some other guy. Two guys were staying there to get high and we were worried about them. The next morning we came back to church and Davis was doing communion and Ben was helping. The two men were missing and someone told everyone what happened and they were in the hospital. For communion we had water instead of wine and I had my glass covered in foil. One lady asked a question in the middle of communion.

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 different kind of camp

I was at a camp only it was in a huge mansion. I was walking around the perimeter of the house and Was about to take the trash to the street. Someone (maybe Austin’s friend Joseph’s) grandma asked if I wanted to go down the street and deliver something to another house. I said sure but that I wanted to put on tennis shoes instead of flip flops. I went into my room and then thought I would go to the bathroom too. It was the first time I had been in the bathroom and there were around 20 light switches on the wall but none of them seemed to work. I sat down on the toilet and it was a bidet and I was worried since I couldn’t see to read the instructions.

I was wearing grey workout pants and so I grabbed a grey and red tshirt to wear but it ended up being a sweatshirt which would be too hot.

We left and walked down the store and the other house was like a big frat house and had a tropical theme outdoors. We walked in and the air was thick with marijuana smoke. Someone (maybe Katy) came storming out saying that everything had marijuana in it. She said that the name of the house might as well mean Mississippi marijuana. There were five or six boys laying around on couches and they were mad saying, “why didn’t you tell us your mom was coming?” I told them it wouldn’t have mattered because the smell was so strong there would be no hiding it. They had all sorts of desserts (donuts, rice Krispy treats, brownies) but I couldn’t eat any of them because they had pot in them. Then we started examining every piece of furniture and small bags of pot were sewn into them. Literally everything in the house had some in it. Ben had been by earlier and been sent with some, but he didn’t know it.

The Process of Real Estate

I was trying to either buy or sell a house. Ben invited us to a meeting at his real-estate company. The goal was to show us how process-oriented the team was. Will and Davis both worked there as well. The meeting was well- run. In the middle, I looked over and Anna and Henry had a marker and were writing their names on our nice orange blanket. I ran over and told them, “you know better than to write on a blanket.” They asked if it was mine, and I said yes and asked them to please not write on it any more. Against my better judgement I left the market with them. At the end of the meeting, they were putting supplies away and were using empty attic space over the offices for storage but there was no methodology. I told them that to be really process driven they needed an organized solution for storage. Austin’s friend Chris was there and climbed up  in the scaffolding and was climbing and jumping around like he was a monkey.

Work, writing and glitter

I was at work but it was a different and unfamiliar building. I had come in and was very tired and so was resting my eyes at my desk before work/ once everyone started coming in, I went over near the door and there were fun games. I was trying to read the instructions with another lady but we couldn’t understand the rules. At one station you were supposed to get a pair of plastic sunglasses and decorate them. At the other one there were large plastic flat Coke bottles. Somehow you could win a large garbage bag full of glitter. I was worried that you had to be on the phones to participate but I picked up the items anyway. As I was walking back to my desk, I walked through the lobby for our consumer division. My old high school friend Kristal was there escorting a customer back. There were a lot of customers in the lobby and I thought that was odd. There was also a contest that involved nerf guns. I was excited because I was picking up everyone else’s bullets they left lying around. I told someone the story of how many of those I had thrown away over the years. I picked up a bunch from Ben’s cubicle.

Once I got back to my desk, I couldn’t concentrate on work. I had been working on a TextBroker assignment after hours writing content for our online portal for Shirlwy (my friend from church.) Also she had me writing consumer contest materials where agents could win a southwest flight to a bull riding event. No one knew I was writing those since they were after hours, but I couldn’t stop thinking about them.

So I decided to go to lunch. I went with one of Dylans’s old friend’s mothers and three of her friends. One friend in particular was very cute. She was black and had braces. They all wanted to know if she was pregnant but she wouldn’t answer. Then she wanted to know how we knew each other and they wouldn’t answer!

A key to a mystery?

I was in school of some sort, but it was not high school or college.  It seemed like some sort of adult learning.  There was a dorm and a cafeteria.  I was getting soda and lunch and I had a really old dollar bill – it was very soft and faded.  I was trying to plan my next schedule.

There was some sort of mystery – we went to a vet’s office but they wouldn’t let me look around.  They invited Ben back, and he figured out the password.  Then he was looking at a picture and realized there was a shoe hidden in a crevice in the photo.  Someone had a dream and told him about it, and then he saw the picture.