A Camp or Conference Like No Other

I dreamed I was at some sort of camp at the church. I think it had to do with the diocese. Alex went with me and made friends with the youth group, and had a great time. I didn’t really see him but I knew he was there. When I arrived I needed to find someplace to sleep. I was sitting on a bed (it looked like a hospital bed on wheels.)  It was in the main room and there was a bathroom down the hall we would all share.  I had a 12 pack of diet coke, but then I looked down and realized it was Diet Dr. Thunder (that my mom drinks.) I started bargaining with people to trade some for diet cokes in the morning. I was also trying to do some emails on my laptop.

Then a group of disabled people came in, and we realized these hospital beds were meant for them. So they took those beds and wheeled away. I asked someone what we should do, and they said that we could transfer to another part of the hotel. I didn’t want to spend the extra money, so I walked around checking in other rooms, but they were all full.  When I came back, more beds had been added but they had all been taken too. (And some were golden bunk beds that were extremely wobbly.)  So, I decided to go to the other part of the hotel.  I walked down the hall, and there was a ride you could get on.  It was a combination water ride/roller coaster (a lot like fire in the hole.) At the end you arrived at a different part of the park. I got off (and was with a female friend of mine.) We walked into the hotel part, and sure enough, they gave us a room there.  It was a shared suite with a guy we knew (short with glasses – reminded me of my old friend Doug.) There were two huge bedrooms and a huge bathroom with several dressing areas plus shower, toilet, etc. It was extremely luxurious and huge. We were thrilled and it was so much nicer than all the places people were staying over on the other side. We went to bed, and when we woke up, we realized we had overslept and missed the morning session. We got dressed, and I was wearing a short skirt with pink, sparkly tights and a renaissance-style coat with a hood. It was very cute, but very unusual for me. As we were walking over to the sessions, we passed through a mall-like area.  There was the chance for groups to take pictures of themselves, so we did. I remember thinking they were very cute, and I wanted to buy copies.  There were lots of places that would put those pictures on t-shirts, but I just wanted prints. The technology was pretty neat though because as you would walk by the booths it would recognize you and show you your pictures.

I decided to stop in a store that was dark with black-lit aquariums. All of the fish were sparkly and glowing and beautiful, and everyone was wearing costumes similar to my own outfit. There were surreal looking trees in some of the aquariums and also some had an octopus in them. It was all beautiful and magical and surreal.

I was wearing skates of some sort, as were the people who worked there. I just wanted to wheel around and look at everything it was so beautiful. I stopped at one point for a romantic encounter with two people I used to work with. One was extremely shy (to the point she would falter and stutter in meetings) yet she held a position of authority. The man was the complete opposite, very outspoken and aggressive about everything. She was trying to satisfy me but I kept asking him to finish. She was disappointed and said that we would have one more meeting and he couldn’t participate but that she would make sure it was exceptional without him.

I continued toward the back of the store, but they had to turn on the lights because of some sort of a safety issue or accident. I was very disappointed because it took away the magical elements and made it look like a normal store. I tried to move forward to the front of the store where it was still dark and sparkly, and there was an octopus that was loose. The employee was trying to catch it, and it almost hit me.  I jumped to avoid it, and that action caused me to wake up.

Camp Capers

I dreamed I was at some sort of camp. I went to the bathroom and the toilet had overflowed. I got poopy water all over my shoes and feet. I also spilled my makeup bag in the poopy water. It was gross. Different groups had set up camp differently- done with cots and done with blankets and sleeping bags spread out neatly and uniformly on the ground.

 


As I thought more about this dream throughout the morning, the meaning became more clear. In my personal My personal dream dictionary bathrooms tend to represent  a “safe place” for me. They tend to show up as places I go to get ready, or places I go to hide. In real life, my company is in the middle of a merger. My job security is uncertain, and so I’m considering what to do if I need to start looking for a new job (after 13 years at this one!) Meanwhile, back at the farm, I’ve gained about 100 lbs and am not in great shape. I have a fear of interviewing for new jobs – afraid that people will have a bad impression of me and not hire me because of my appearance. I’ve been focusing in the last few weeks on starting a new health care plan (diet, exercise, etc.) so this is top of mind. I think that my “safe place” or comfort zone has been compromised, and I’m worried about how my appearance will affect me. The different camps represent different companies (who have their affairs neatly in order) and I’m walking by with poop on my virtual shoes.

Missed Connections

I dreamed that Michael and I were taking Alex and Dylan to a drag show. It was in a mall. We went by and then Katy came over with her whole family and thought we were going to a movie and they wanted to come. We laughed and explained it wasn’t a movie but they said they would come anyway. We decided to eat first and then I got done before everyone else. I went back to with the show. First I sat down at a long table and everyone said how great it was that I would go to the show by myself. I explained my family was joining me. Then I ended up sitting at the feet of a guy leaned back on his legs. It was very comfortable but a bit too “intimate” for a stranger. I kept looking for everyone else to get there, and when they did I jumped up to join them but the show was over.

The next thing I remember might have been a separate dream. I was at a camp of some sort and it was the last day. We were out of dishes so I was washing paper plates to eat from. Then there was a musical instrument that I had never seen but I washed it too. When we came back, I saw a guy (same one as at the drag show maybe) who was arranging hotel rooms. His were not very nice but had that same familiarity/comfort level. I tried to walk over to him and lost him in the crowd. There was another guy giving out brown paper bags and gave me one since I didn’t get a room. (I actually got 2 from him.)  I somehow got separated from the group and decided I would check into the nice hotel that was paid for as part of the trip and then text the guy to make separate arrangements for the second day. I got on an elevator and couldn’t find the lobby. Some of the buttons were in a different language. One said “corpse bath” and about that time I stepped (barefoot) in a puddle on the floor and started to panic. One went to the penthouse. I couldn’t find a regular lobby!! 

A different kind of camp

I was at a camp only it was in a huge mansion. I was aling 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 te 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.

This One Time at Band Camp

I was attending some sort of band camp, as a chaperone I think. I was trying to set up two campsites that were accessible to one another: one for me and one for a friend of mine in a wheelchair. I had to ensure that the sites were handicap accessible which meant they had to be configured a certain way with the gravel and the sidewalks where he could get to them. I was trying to plan on my phone, and I was making power points with pictures configured a certain way. I was also trying to make a point about not being alone in your camp with others of the opposite sex, so the pictures were fairly suggestive.  I needed to edit them and someone showed me how to use my finger and make an “x” over the people I wanted to edit out. It was so easy! Once I got everything planned, I tried to contact my friend using a button (that looked like an Amazon Dash button) and a small mirror. Then I was going to go have dinner with mam-ma and Sandy. I was trying to shower and I joked to someone that I should take Mr. Baker to dinner with them. We laughed because he likely wouldn’t enjoy it much.