I dreamed that I was renting office space in a building. I had two large rooms, but was only using one. I had my desk, phone and Internet in one and then a door led to another room that I was using for storage. The Tenant across the hall asked if they could temporarily rent space, and I walked to the landlords office and she said yes, but then it occurred to me that I could consolidate to one room and they could use the other room. She was ok with that too. I got lost on my way back to the office – there were many hallways and it was on the edge of a mall. Normally I entered from Dillard’s and I couldn’t find Dillard’s. Eventually I found it. I talked to them and they were very interested. They wanted to create a waiting room. We walked into the messy storage room and I was embarrassed for them to see it. The items in there were all things I could get rid of. Then I thought about moving into that room so their waiting room could be across the hall instead of around the corner. I wasn’t sure how the internet and phone would work though. They saw another waiting room with furniture and tv and really liked that.
It’s been a while since I have remembered a dream in great detail. Last night, the dream started out in a yard. Buster was chasing deer but this time it was a herd of tiny deer (babies about the size of cats with one momma deer.) By the time I realized they were so small and might not be able to get out of his way, it was too late. I ran over and one deer was so tiny it got on my finger. But instead of hurting them, he played with them and they became friends. I was afraid to touch the tiny one for fear the mother would reject it (much like a baby bird.)
Then the dream shifted. I was in a work trip to the Philippines with a group of people. Me, Daphnie’s friend Marie and one other person- a guy that reminded me of my old friend Doug and the capital campaign consultant Jesse- were staying in the Shangri La but Marie had found rates for $120 per night. Rather than being in the main part of the hotel though, we were in a section off the garage. You walked out the door like you were going to the parking garage but instead of going straight out one door, you turned to the right. You walk past a big black desk that belonged to Ramon (from Honduras) and there were rooms. They were light and airy and were set up to be multiple bedrooms surrounding a central common area. There was also an outdoor living area. The only problem I was having was getting the phone to work. I was trying to connect an old manual phone to wifi to call home for free. As I was working on that, they wanted to switch hotels for the next week but I was concerned about the extra cost. I suggested we just try to move into he main part of this hotel. Then I walked out into a mall area, and I was sitting on a bench talking to my old colleague Dave. We had a dog and a tiny puppy that fit on the palm of my hand. Dave was supposed to be taking care of the puppy but he wasn’t paying attention to it. I was worried it would die. It had wandered behind the bench and gotten wet. I picked it up and tried to dry it off and warm it up. Then Dave said he was starting a new call center in New Orleans. I said confratulations and he told me he wanted me to come work there and move from Atlanta. I told him I was flattered but that I didn’t live in Atlanta any more. I explained my kids were going to be seniors in high school so I couldn’t leave and he said that if I was interested after that it would be perfect timing because it would take that long for him to get there and be ready for me. Then we saw Elizabeth and our other colleagues walk by. They were dressed in old west attire. I asked what they were doing and he said it was an excursion. I was upset because I didn’t know about it and he said the other guy rooming with us had sent out a full agenda. I was not pleased I didn’t get one, but he said I could take his spot. He was supposed to be the sherif. I put a leash on the big dog. He was pretty good about staying with us, but I wanted to be sure he was safe. I wrapped the little dog in a blanket. I ran to catch up and Alison was there, my old friend from high school. I put the sherif stars on my chest and she said “thank God you’re here”- apparently it had been challenging with more disruptions since there was no one playing the part of sherif. We started running, and just barely made it to a train that was about to leave. We had to open the doors on the moving train and jump on. It we made it, and I remember thinking this was harder than I thought. Then I woke up.
Interpretation: I believe that this dream was a clear answer to a prayer. I was asked to do something at the church that I was hesitant to do. I had told the person who asked me – almost word for word – the answer that I gave Dave about this job. I also had talked to Ben about the request at the church, and he suggested that a better time would be in a few years. That aligned with what Dave told me that “he wasn’t ready yet anyway.” I think the part of the dream about the sheriff/ old west was telling me that when it was time to do this job, it would be a lot more work than what I expected.
I have not yet figured out what the miniature animals represent. 🙂
I dreamed that there was an accident outside our house and someone was killed. It involved an 18 wheeler. Alex went outside and was trying to take pictures. I was upset and horrified. I went to a tanning bed and it was $100 and I felt guilty for spending the money. Then the lady added a 20 percent tip which was crazy. When the lady at the tanning place realized we saw the accident, she told us to stop by this sandwich shop in the building and said they would give me a free sandwich, which they did. I went back to the house and I was sharing a bedroom with someone (an old roommate of mine?) and there was someone in a second bedroom. The roommate was talking about moving my office furniture out so I could have a private bedroom but then pointed out I needed the office furniture. But I very badly wanted a private room. Then I had the kids and Buster again and we were in a hotel. We were following a man and I was lost and couldn’t find the room. He led me to it. Then we were almost sharing a room- we had to walk through his room to get to ours. It was strange, but I was happy to be away from the scene of the accident.
I had applied for a new job and they allowed the applicants to work there for a few days on a trial basis. I spent a lot of time setting up my desk and things and then I saw an obnoxious guy who also applies who was making sales calls and signing renewals. I was worried that I wasn’t adding any value. So I asked the lady who was in charge of hiring if she would explain how I could add the most value in these few days. She was more than happy to sit down and explain. She started by asking if o undersitood the importance of renewals and I said that yes, it was a key element at my current job.
At one point I spilled coffee on a pile of ol of our resumes but mine was on top so I was trying to find a way to discretely re-print it.
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.
I was at work, and it was focused on technical support. I was working in a different building that was like a mall or something. I had a new boss who insisted that I take copious notes in a very specific format on every call and I draw out boxes to help troubleshoot. I had a hard time doing this, and I didn’t have a notebook to use so I was using one of the kids’ old ones and just using their blank pages. I took a break and went down to see my old teacher Charla. She had a classroom of small children and said she had a small bottle of wine hidden in her purse. She offered to split it with me if I would go and buy a seven up and mix it. I got it out and discreetly poured it into a glass. I drank my half and then went to get 7up but spilled the rest. I had some back at my desk so I went to get it. Near my desk was a big set of wooden bleachers that I was running down. I got near the bottom and the drop off was too much. I got afraid to climb back up the way I came and some guy started spinning the bleachers to collapse them. It was fast and fun and let me off at the bottom on the floor. There was a woman sitting in my office with someone else I work with (maybe Corey?) and she was related to someone at the church (like a descendent of the Johnstone’s.) She had been living at the church but I hadn’t met her yet so I introduced myself.
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!