Cruising away from responsibility

I dreamed that Marleen surprised me and took me in a trip. At first I thought it was a weekend trip but then I realized we were going to be gone for two full weeks. I was worried that I hadn’t taken that much time off. We were on an ocean liner. It wasn’t really a cruise ship but more of an industrial ship. I took several naps and then she said something about fishing. I said I had done it before but had more options.. I thought I had to fish through a little square hole with a metal lid. She took me under the boat which was very claustrophobic at first but then it was beautiful and we could see all this water below the boat. On our way back up there was a room of animals in cages. We were going to look for a turtle but then saw it in a box and a cat was trying to eat it’s tail. I pulled the cat off of it and we went on. Then we went to the gym but I was with a guy not Marleen. He was really into working out and I said maybe I could get in the habit before vacation was over. I asked how many days it took to make a new habit and he said 15. I was drinking water out of a 2 cup measuring cup and was embarrassed so I hid it under the bleachers so people wouldn’t see. Then Alex and some other people showed up and it was like we were at a camp of some sort. Everyone ran off to a shop to find prizes for later. Alex had tried to get big ones but this guy who was a respected leader or counselor got several small items including a griddle. Everyone said they wished they had gotten more smaller items. They had a game and Alex wanted to play it. I said Inwanted to play but we shouldn’t open it. He said they had already been playing it, but I woke up as soon as he dumped out the game pieces.

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Cooking with Fire

I dreamed that I was going to make spaghetti sauce. I put the water and A can of tomato paste on the stove but never bought the rest of the ingredients. An hour later I looked at it and it was just a watered down mess. I said it would be ok because it only took an hour to cook so I could go get the other ingredients and still have time. 

Then we went to an Ole Miss Football game. When I got there, Aunt Sandy was inside. I was so surprised that her health would be good enough to go to a game. I didn’t go inside though because I was waiting on mom and dad and Michael to arrive. Mom got there and we went to get a Diet Coke. I looked and they also had some unusual soda options. I don’t remember now what they were. We sat in a small air conditioned room drinking the soda and it was very cold.

Taking turns for the worse

My dream started when I went to visit mom and dad. In my dream, they still lived in Springfield and Michael and I went I to visit. I had brought gift cards for the kids but realized I never gave them Christmas gifts and so I felt like I needed to go get a second one for them. Tyrus was at their house and I had given him a cookbook and told him to pick out a recipe and we would make it together. He picked out box macaroni and we were trying to choose an option where we turned it into a fancier dish. The options I remember you added shrimp or prosciutto. After dinner we went outside by the pool (which was like a resort pool.) A woman was walking around cleaning up poison that was on the ground. Young men that were waiters brought out shot glasses with frozen drinks, but I didn’t take one. Michael and I started streaming Netflix and were worried we would use all their data and mom wouldn’t be able to play her computer games. When mom would go into the bathroom, she would play games and a light would spin outside the door showing she was using data.

Then the scene changes and we couldn’t communicate without intervention. We had to take turns and we could either ask a question or tell the other person something. But then there were only three choices which never seemed to align with  what I wanted to say. For example, I wanted to ask what was happening, but the only choices for questions didn’t include that. If I did get the chance to ask a valid question, the answers presented for Michael to choose from also weren’t relevant. At the same time, there was a huge risk- we could not go through the door and leave because time would change, and we would either lose years or gain them. It was very uncomfortable.

A Ski Lift to my Dirty House

Last night I talked with my friend Kathy who has been out of a job for several months. I guess I had this on the brain.

In this dream, Kathy came to visit. I was working at Sutherland, and she came to see me at work. I was angry that she wouldn’t apply for the jobs there. I wasn’t working hard- I was reading a magazine at my desk. As we left, it turned into the kids’ school and I realized open house was that night. I started to turn around but the kids wanted to leave and it was almost over anyway. I asked what the difference was between open house and meet the teacher (which was the following week) and they didn’t know. We did not go. On the way home we were talking  about what to  eat for dinner and Kathy wanted chicken.

Michael was traveling and not there. We lived in a strange place- it was connected to stone mountain. There were cement floors and the new was a ski lift that went right by our house. Dylan had gone on a trip with the color guard. I was wondering if they would wear their uniforms, and I started to text him to tell him I wanted to take his picture when he was on the ski lift but about that time he arrived. (It was going down not up). Dylan was climbing over people and changing seats, and I freaked out because it was not safe. Then two people jumped off the ski lift and threw up on the floor of our house. I went into a long hallway to get the garden hose and clean it, and I realized how dirty the floor was and that it all needed to be cleaned anyway. I started to leave the hose out and realized that I needed to put it away properly. I started to blame Michael for how messy everything was, but then I remembered how messy I was before we got married and realized I was worse and was the one who had changed my standards.

We started cooking dinner. Earlier I had started making tomato soup in the oven and had left it in there turned off. I turned the oven back on but spilled it. Kathy opened the oven door and cleaned it up but said she couldn’t get to the shelf. I opened this handy little slide out door under the main oven door and slid just the shelf out. It was neat. The oven looked very old fashioned.

We were discussing what vegetables to eat and Kathy pulled out a bag of fresh produce from a farmers market I had never heard of but Dylan had.

We’re all in this together!

I only remember a few parts of my dream last night.  Our friend Maggie from church was at a party with us.  We were supposed to be making some sort of dessert, and I had been dreading it.  We finally went into the kitchen, and Maggie had already done it!  I was so excited!  When it came time to eat, all of the plates, cups and bowls were stacked up in strange towers, looking much like a balancing act with plates.  I thought that was very interesting and unique.

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Later, I was watching a tv show, and it was a show that I had seen before.  In the plot line, the main female character was feeling uncomfortable in a situation, but she learned to be comfortable.  What we realized in the sub-plot was that the other lead character (the male) had been equally uncomfortable and learned the same lesson.  The viewers just didn’t know it at the beginning!


What does this mean?  I think in life, I often feel out of control.  I feel like the various plates I’m balancing may not be as stable as they might be.  I’m told that parties often symbolize the “heavenly party” – much like Jesus spoke of wedding parties.  Clearly, I’m still not comfortable with my responsibility and role in this heavenly party (or how that translates to my time on Earth.)  But – as precarious as things appear to be, I’m learning lessons and it’s really no different than those around me.  We are truly all in this together, learning, and growing, and balancing.

School’s Out for the Summer (part 1)

It was the last day of school, and no one wanted to work.  The teacher (?) or maybe principal (?) asked me if I had any face powder or lip gloss she could use.  I said I wasn’t sure if I had any that was unopened, but I went to my car, and I did.  The lipgloss was weird – it had a feather or fuzzy thing as an applicator, and that’s why I had never used it.  In the hallway, there was a group of girls sitting at a big round table.  They stopped me and asked, “Do you think ______(some boy) likes it when we sit here?”  I said that I didn’t know, but to myself I was pretty sure he hadn’t even noticed.  I went into the classroom with my backpack, and everyone was just milling around.  Outside, there were planes being flown by students – taking off and landing.  One was an old one, and one was very modern.  Ms. Taylor was there and said “I remember when both of those came out.”  (In real life, she’s not old enough to remember the old one!)  IN had brought a recipe for bacon cheeseburger hamburger steak, and we were in a classroom with a kitchen (like a home ec room) so some people made it, but I didn’t eat it because I said I didn’t like hamburger steak.  I was looking for some veggies and hoping there were brussel sprouts.  Someone said they only used a handful of beef to make the hamburger steak, and I wondered what else was in them!

Food for Thought

There were a bunch of soccer players at our house.  Our house was huge, but it wasn’t this one that we currently live in.  There was a big balcony inside that overlooked the living room.

It might have been this dream, or perhaps a different one, that Michael made lasagna.  He had a piece, but he ate it in the other room.  Alex and Dylan each had one, and then I ate the rest of the lasagna.  I felt so guilty – thinking “How could I have eaten over half of a lasagna?” and I thought that Michael probably wanted to eat the rest of it after I was gone. (Not sure where I was going.)

Also, maybe in this dream but maybe in a separate one, I had to make meat loaf.  I didn’t have a recipe, but Michael said to use eggs, breadcrumbs, and meat, and I was ok with that.