The Prodigal Son Meets Parkour

I was in an apartment, I am not really sure which. I knew that a secret society of sorts met there, but I didn’t really understand who they were or what they did. I knew that the people who came and went were very close – beyond ordinary friends. And I knew that I wanted to be a part of what they had.

At first, I thought that it involved selling makeup. There was fingernail polish, and I remember asking what I needed to do. I said that I could start wearing that kind of fingernail polish, and I started looking for both a dark, greenish color and a neutral beige color to wear. I also thought that I could start selling it. As I was looking at the fingernail polish, there was a guy sitting in a chair in the back. (It almost looked like a dental chair.) They were putting a mask or a body wrap of sorts on him, but it was clear that the process was making him high based on what he was saying and how he was acting. I thought to myself that I didn’t know if I wanted to do that.

As the dream progressed, I realized that this group was much more than I first thought. They use magic (?) to move around the city, and everything is a life-sized game of sorts. Each person has a list of challenges to complete, and you can work together to complete them.

I had been doing this for a little while, and Buster and I were back in the apartment. (Perhaps this was like a headquarters?) We heard a cat meowing incessantly, and so I went in the hall to see what it was. I thought it was either an intruder or a part of the game. A guy that had been gone for a while (but that I was very fond of) had returned and wanted to work on the next quest. I was excited, and so we went running through the halls. Everything moved very fast in this world. I tied Buster to a post in the stairwell, using a leash I found outside the door. He was surprisingly calm about all of this (and in fact, had been going along with me on the quests for some time.)

We were running through the streets, through buildings, etc. We reached another building in another part of town – it felt more rundown. There was a meeting with this whole group, and we were apparently in trouble. One guy that I was close to was getting admonished for not helping me finish my personal list of tasks, and I interrupted in the meeting and said that I was told not to finish them. The man in charge didn’t want to hear it. (I was very rude when I interrupted.) I then looked at the other man who was sitting next to me (he looked a little like Taylor from the Gilmore Girls) and even though I knew he was the one who told me not to finish them, I asked if he would help me do them now. He said of course he would. Then I accidentally did something that transported me back to the original apartment building, though I’m not sure what I did. It was very disrespectful for me to leave the meeting (and I didn’t mean to.) But I wasn’t sure how to get back to it. It also was frowned upon to work on tasks by yourself, so it wasn’t safe or a good idea to be on my own. I untied Buster and took him inside again, and then tried to teleport back to the building where the meeting was. I wasn’t sure how to use the technology, so when I arrived, I didn’t know where I was or where the building was. I did this a few times, but I was at risk for people seeing me, so I stopped. I decided I needed to go home, because my mom (?) would be worried about me.

I went back to the apartment building, but there was a terrible flood. I tried to teleport home from outside, but I received an error because there were other magical people too close. I went through the building to exit the other side, and the street was entirely flooded with water coming up the steps. Someone was standing there and told me to watch my step. I held the handrail and then walked down the steps, but before I reached the bottom, the whole stairwell collapsed  and detached from the building. It started floating down the street along with cars. I didn’t feel unsafe at all, and I somehow feel that magic was partially controlling this – that everything was still in control. I also believed that even though I’d been gone from home for an extended period of time (days? weeks?) I didn’t think my mom would be concerned now.

There was an older asian woman on the stairs with me (kind of like Lane’s mom on Gilmore Girls), and she said, “There are many Chinese triangles in the sky today.” I looked up and suddenly could see triangle patterns where there had been done before. I was amazed by this, and I took it as a very good sign.


Oddly enough, I feel as though this is more meaningful than just a fun dream. I googled Chinese triangle, and apparently, the Chinese “discovered” the triangle, although I don’t really understand that. I also googled “sacred geometry” triangle and clearly, this shape has significance, not the least of which is the Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Without over-analyzing the various parts, my gut tells me that this represents a glimpse into my tasks on earth, and the people I was so fond of are guides who are there to help me. In their world, things that would normally be stressful for me are simply “next tasks” for them and are perhaps great fun. The pace of time is different from my eyes to theirs, and time has no meaning for them (which is likely why my “mom” would not be worried and why I was unclear if I was gone days, weeks or months.) The meeting could indicate that I was somehow off track, and the team was being reprimanded (?) that feels like the wrong word. I got the distinct impression that my tasks could now change, but I wanted to get back on the same path as before and they were willing to help me do that. I don’t feel there was anger, just more stating of the facts.

In life – while I’m awake  – I’ve felt that the barrier between heaven and earth has been “thin” lately. I started feeling this way around my birthday (February 2017) and now.

I know my friend and dream mentor Karen would now want me to go back and analyze the various elements and look at the people and how they might represent parts of me.

  • The urban apartment: I’ve always liked living in the city. The fact that this is an apartment rather than a house would signify that this is a temporary stopping point. As a young adult, I never bought a house because I wasn’t sure that I’d be there long enough and I wanted the flexibility to pass through. This could represent a phase in my life, or even this temporary time on earth.
  • Fingernail polish/makeup: This is a clear reference to my persona. I’ve been thinking about nail polish lately because a) I’ve been biting my nails again and b) I was thinking how nice I look in the “goth” filters on snapchat with dark blue lipstick, eyeshadow, etc. I’ve even been wearing special mascara to make my eyelashes seem longer.  The first step was adjusting my persona to incorporate the elements of this group, and the second was helping others do so as well.
  • Wrap/Drugs/High: This was an interesting thing. I had watched a couple of videos of people putting on wraps and facials before bed. They weren’t particularly fun, though they said their skin felt nice after. I clearly felt an affinity for these people around me, and I wanted to be a part of their group. Yet I didn’t trust them with this experience? I think this was telling me that there are parts of the journey I won’t be comfortable with, but I have to trust God’s path and know that the outcome will be worth it.
  • Buster: This echoes the trust factor. Buster never trusts me and does not like change. The fact that he was willing and compliant to go without hesitation on these quests, or to remain tied to a stairwell, shows his trust of the process and of this group. Perhaps he’s a teacher in this dream.
  • Cat: I’m very allergic to cats, and so I never spend time with them. This cat was exceptionally loud, and was used to get my attention. Again, things I don’t like being used for good??
  • Prodigal Son: This term came to me as I was writing the analysis, and it fit perfectly. I don’t know why this person was gone, but I was so excited he was back. Perhaps this was Jesus? That doesn’t feel right (and I don’t think Jesus ever ‘leaves’.) In the story of the prodigal son, the son fritters away his money and leaves, and he returns hoping to work for his father as a servant. The father welcomes him back with open arms and celebrations. If this person is me, it could represent a part of me that’s been “lost” or again point to the fact that I’m “off track” but be reassurance that I’m able to get back on track without issue or repercussion.
  • Meeting leader: I never saw the meeting leader, so this could represent God.  But if this is a part of me, it’s the part of accountability.  It’s the part admonishing the distractions and trying to stay on task. I was very rude to this part of me (which is not like me – I generally would never be rude to anyone in authority, at least not intentionally.) I interrupted and left in the middle… I’m perhaps not listening to my inner voice? I know I need more quiet time. The cycle of work is not working for me.
  • “Taylor” – This is an interesting one. In my dream, he was the one who pulled me off track, but he’s also the one I turned to to get me back on track. (echoes of the forgiveness with the prodigal son?) I don’t like the character of Taylor in Gilmore Girls. I find him annoying and I usually don’t care for his story lines. However, I also can see myself in him – the part of me that dwells on detail and the control freak part of me.
  • Flood: What a powerful symbol! For me, this represents a new start, fresh start, clean slate. There is destruction but then rebuilding. This can also represent the forces of nature.
  • “Mrs. Kim”: This character in the Gilmore Girls is an interesting choice. She is extremely strict, but now that her daughter is growing up, she lets down her armor a little bit so you can see the love and the humanity behind the persona.  She wants what’s best for her daughter, and sometimes that means being tough on her. That’s perhaps my conscience – trying to do the right thing.
  • Chinese Triangles: The only personal references I have for “Chinese” is my good friend Marleen who I love dearly, and the Mrs. Kim connection, but they are not Chinese. I don’t have any personal feelings about the triangle, so this one is still a mystery to me.
  • Parkour: This word kept coming to me, as perhaps it’s the closest thing to represent the pace of activity in this dream. When I googled it, I found this definition in Wikipedia:

Parkour is a training discipline using movement that developed from military obstacle course training. Practitioners aim to get from one point to another in a complex environment, without assistive equipment and in the fastest and most efficient way possible. Parkour includes running, climbing, swinging, vaulting, jumping, rolling, quadrupedal movement, and other movements as deemed most suitable for the situation. Parkour’s development from military training gives it some aspects of a non-combative martial arts.

Parkour is an activity that can be practised alone or with others and is usually—but not exclusively—carried out in urban spaces. Parkour involves seeing one’s environment in a new way, and imagining the potential for navigating it by movement around, across, through, over and under its features.

This is so interesting, because although I’ve never looked up this definition before, this describes the movement in my dream to a tee. The movement didn’t LOOK like the Facebook videos I’ve seen of parkour, but this description is perfect. I’ve been blogged down by details, and I’ve been letting them slow me down (or, if this dream is any indication) pull me off track completely. I need to see my environment in a new way, and imagine the potential for navigating it my movement around, across, through, over and under its features.  Rather than feeling grouchy or overwhelmed, stalling and making excuses, I need to see this as the game it is. The game of life. I need to be creative and know that I have a host of the best people ever helping me behind the scenes. I need to keep moving forward, and the journey will be so worth it in the end. And I need to trust God.  

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Party Time in a Hospital Bathroom

I dreamed that I was volunteering in a hospital of some sort. It wasn’t a traditional hospital, and I’m not exactly sure what I was doing there. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a shirt, and everyone wore aprons over their outfits. I realized partway through that I should have been wearing the scrubs I have for the HMM – I would have been much more comfortable. When we walked in, we had to go through a classroom where my high school science teacher was teaching a class.  He always got mad that we interrupted his class, but I didn’t know any other way to get to the room I needed to be in.

One day after we got yelled at for interrupting a class, we went out the other side of the room to find an alternative entrance. This led us to a totally different part of the building.  One room was a huge room I’d seen on tv with purples and sheer curtains. I was starstruck! It was not used as a “hospital” but in some sort of entertainment capacity with famous people. I wanted to sit in one of the chairs but I didn’t. I went around to another section and needed to go to the bathroom. I saw a bathroom labeled “fecal” which I thought was a typo for female. When I went in though, there was a weird poop disposal system and a urinal-like contraption. There was no toilet I could use. I thought about trying to use the poop disposal thing but was worried about the cleanliness. So then I went around the corner and found other restrooms. When I opened the women’s door, there were two huge halves, and both were reserved for a birthday party. The main one, which was a private stall, was decorated and gilded in gold. It was reserved for the girl whose birthday it was. The other half, with multiple stalls, was reserved for the guests. I was very unhappy because I couldn’t find anywhere I could use.


I think that a lot of this dream relates to the building project at our church. We’ve had a lot of discussion about bathrooms, and the need for a family bathroom. I think that the clothes represent my persona and the fact that I’m not necessarily comfortable in the role that I’m in. The fact that my high school science teacher was there and making me find a different path is interesting. He always said that you had to hate kids to be a teacher or you would drive yourself crazy. I’ll have to think about why he was there.  Maybe because I didn’t really want to be involved with the design process, and now I’m leading the committee? If I cared too much about the outcome, I wouldn’t be a good fit for that.

Dream Home?

I dreamed that we had just moved into a new home. It was a beautiful home and I absolutely loved it. The best part was that there were multiple areas designed for entertaining. When you walked in the back door, there was a covered (or perhaps screened in) porch with lots of seating. In the living room, it was a big open floor plan with several conversational areas. Aunt Sandy was there and Ashley was there. We were sitting and talking and enjoying ourselves. The house sat on a lake, and I looked out the window and saw gravestones floating in the lake toward our house. I was horrified and thought that flooding must have caused this, and I was certain there were dead bodies in the lake below the surface as well. I called someone to report this, and they said I needed to add something to our water before we drank it. I was horrified thinking that we might be drinking water that was contaminated with bodies. I didn’t have any of the chemicals they were talking about so I tried to use hand sanitizer, but it ended up being anti-microbial hand lotion (not even sure what that is!)

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. 

Extreme Geocaching

Last night, my dreams were filled with various forms of geocaching.  It started with a very extreme geocaching  – we were in a school of some sort.  It was dark, and there was security trying to keep us out.  I took off my shoes so I could move around more quietly.  I don’t remember finding the geocache but I also don’t think the security guard caught me.

Then we were out in the ocean, and someone in a wet suit climbed up on a giant ladder (like a fire ladder).  They planted the geocache up high.  I was looking around to try to tell any identifying surroundings.  Again, it was dark, but I could see trees along the outside, and several dark buildings.

Then I went to Elizabeth’s house, and she was doing it online as part of a game.  There were two games – one was star wars related, and you collected different types of gems.  They would combine and make better gems, spinning and making unique sounds.  I thought that was too complicated.  Then we started talking about the online geocaching game.  Parts of it were on the computer and parts of it were live.  Her oldest stepson came in for a little while but didn’t stay.  Then her youngest daughter Sophia came in.  I tried to talk to her but she was pretty shy.  I told her that I thought that the game was hard.  Elizabeth showed me some tips and tricks.  She played with a  different circle of people.

Then I went to a party where everyone was playing.  The only person that I knew there that I saw was my old high school boyfriend David.  I was sitting down with him in the same chair, and he was helping me. There were people milling around and they would occasionally chime in with answers or feedback.  At one point, a girl (woman?) said that I needed to introduce them to Hannah and Dylan because they could in turn introduce them to an advance group.  (They called the group by name.)  I realized I didn’t remember their online names.  I struggled to try to figure out how to introduce the two separate groups of gamers.  A young man walked by and introduced himself as a leader (would have been called a ‘wizard’ back in the days of mucks.)  He said he was known by several names, and one of them had “no” in it.  Then I found a cache with money and a gift card in it.  Someone said that it was replenished regularly to give new players hope.  I was in the process of trying to log everything and count the money when I woke up.


A few initial thoughts on this one.  The first part of the dream in the school – I think that I’m still trying to work through what people think of me.  Taking off my shoes was me changing my persona to try to “hide” this part of myself.  When I did that, while I didn’t get caught, I also did not find the prize.

A ladder is meant to represent getting nearer to God (much like Jacob’s ladder.)  This part was pretty clear that there is a  big prize if I’m brave enough to brave the rough waters and the dark.

Then it transitioned from school to work, and Elizabeth was trying to help me, but it was in a “family” environment.

Karen told me that parties represent the “heavenly” party – a way to get closer to God, and this part of the dream was about making connections.  I found the biggest prize yet, and there were people all around me trying to help me.

I think this whole thing points back to embracing this new, more spiritual part of my life and know that there are people all over who relate.  The prize will be great.

The saddest dream yet

We had sold our old house in Annandale and moved to the one we are currently living in.  Something else broke (In RL, we’ve had a series of unfortunate events happen with issues around the house.)  Michael said that he couldn’t live here anymore, and we went back to the old house.  (I think that it was owned by the people who owned the restaurant we used to own.)  We started discussing the sale of our new house.  (When we moved in in RL, we covered the scored concrete floors with hardwood.)  In my dream, we started pulling up the hardwood floors, and discussing how much we would sell the house for – if we had done improvements that would warrant increasing the price.

In the old house, we were hiding, and waiting to tell the new owners.  I said that I loved the new house, and that Buster loved it, but Michael said that Buster would be fine in the old house.  We decided to get breakfast, and there was a cafe down the street with an outdoor seating area.  We decided to take Buster.  There was a sign that said “No dogs” but there were dogs on the patio so we ignored the sign.  At first, we thought there were no tables.  We walked to one we thought was free, but there was a little boy sitting at it alone.  Then someone pulled back a curtain and there was a table and chairs behind a rail.  Someone said that was the chef’s table, but we could sit there.  The waiter said he would have to get our places set, but then we noticed an empty table we had missed before, so we sat there.  We ordered Buster a hamburger (plain.)  They kept wanting to add sauces, etc. but we finally convinced them he could only have plain hamburger.  At first, Buster was scared and hiding under the table, but then he got brave and started going under other tables and sniffing people.  Then some other dogs left and Buster sniffed them and did ok.  Then another dog left and reared up like a bear – like he was going to attack Buster.  I threw myself over Buster so they wouldn’t fight, but was scared he would attack me.

I went into the bathroom and was trying to plug something in, and the prongs wouldn’t work.  I told Michael that I couldn’t go back to the old house again.  I started crying, and told Michael if he wanted to go he would have to go without me, so he took Buster and left.  I was crying in the bathroom hysterically.  I was trying to eat some kind of pastry.  I was so upset.  Then I tried to call Michael and the calls wouldn’t go through.  I was devastated and thought he’d blocked my calls.  I tried the hotel (?) not sure how we got to a hotel! and those calls wouldn’t go through either.  I was heartbroken.  Then the call went through and I was so relieved.  I said I was sorry and I didn’t mean it and I shouldn’t have said it.  He said, “Do you know why the call went through? I told them to let it through.”

I woke up so overwhelmed with sadness and fear…. very impactful and emotional dream.

Mam-ma

As a bit of backstory: my grandmother Mam-ma is very sick, and has been having a series of health problems.  My Aunt Sandy, who has been disabled for years and years and is not in great health, has been taking care of her.  Clearly – this is weighing on my mind, waking and sleeping….

Last night, my dream began with going to see Mam-ma.  She was very, very thin and was so small that I could pick her up.  I had carried her to her chair*, and she was mostly just a head and torso, her legs and arms were so thin.

There were a number of people at Mam-ma and Sandy’s house.  (This was their old house on Kentwood Street.)  I wanted to take a shower, but there were lots of people around the room in which I was going to shower, so Aunt Sandy said I could use her bathroom.  Now, Sandy’s bathroom was very small in real life, and it didn’t actually have a shower in it – it was a half bath with a toilet and a sink.  In this dream, however, Sandy’s room didn’t have a bed at all*.  It had a chair, two showers, and a big pink bathtub that was very notable.

Before I took my shower, I was looking for clothes to wear.  I had a blue sweater, and I was looking for a dark blue shirt to wear with it.  I was having a hard time finding one, and was getting frustrated.

At some point – I think in Sandy’s room – there was a girl there who was friends with my friend Kathy J.  She was looking for something I think.  Later (in another dream?  later in this dream?) I saw her, and she had what she was looking for – it was a toolbox full of video games.  Her appearance looked different once she had found this toolbox, and I remember thinking how odd it was that having that could have made such a difference.

*The rest of the story?  While this may be a bit of a stretch, it could also be a bit of synchronicity.  Later in the day following the dream, I called and talked to Aunt Sandy to get an update on Mam-ma’s condition.  Last night, she was lying in bed and having trouble breathing.  She was in a lot of pain, and Sandy had to help her move to her chair where she is sleeping.  She is not very comfortable, and wants to be in her bed lying down, but is spending all of her time in a chair for the moment.


Mam-ma, very thin

Sandy – no bed, chair, and two showers and pink tub

kitchen full of people shower in Sandy’s room

Kathy’s friend

toolbox of gamer stuff

appearance looked diff

Blue sweater – looking for blue shirt