I dreamed that Shirley was retired from the CIA instead of being a retired teacher. She referenced one of her friends who was but then I realized it was a cover for her. She was also a time traveler.
I stayed at her house one night and got lost because the rooms kept changing.
I dreamed that someone (a couple) was coming to stay in my granny’s house. When they pulled up they saw a broken rosary hanging in one of the windows and said they wouldn’t stay in that room. I couldn’t tell from the outside which room that was in but we promised they could stay in a different room.
Evidently, I knew that the house (or at least part of the rooms) were haunted but I didn’t tell them. We started to set them up in Granny’s room and then realized that the bed was a single bed and it was weird- not a normal mattress but a leather-like hospital bed. Also there was a bench in the room covered in mouse poop. So we switched them to a different room but that was the one with the broken rosary.
Before I could reach a resolution on that dream, it switched and mom and dad were visiting. Suddenly they were the ones looking for a room and we told Dylan that the only logical choice was for them to stay with him in his apartment. (which he doesn’t have IRL) He didn’t want anyone staying with him.
Also woven in, there was an escape room. Apparently I had a group of friends and every week we would go to an escape room. We had almost mastered one but sometimes still made a mistake. While mom was in town we were going to go to a different one.
On the way I stopped at a library to get a library card. It was a difficult process but we got it done. It required filling out several forms and finding certain books and scanning pages.
We then left for dinner.
I was in school, and I don’t remember much other than going from one large classroom to another.
In real life, my friend is recovering from surgery. In this dream she texted me very upset. She asked why my son Dylan was so mean. I didn’t understand so I called him and he said he had made fun of her when he saw her in the elevator. I went to the elevator and she was huddled in the corner on a conference call. For some reason she had to stay on the elevator u til the call was over and she was miserable and looked awful.
I dreamed I was at work in a fancy new building, and there were six very important people coming for a visit. I’m not sure if they were clients or customers, but I was tasked with planning the visit. Elizabeth had talked to the receptionist (who I didn’t know) and put my name on the welcome board as chair of the “wall” committee which was apparently the job of getting the rooms ready. There was a huge conference room that wasn’t closed off but was open to the lobby, and there was a big table and a small table in it. I was waiting on a tablecloth to be added to the big table. When it finally got there, I started setting out food. Evidently, we made our own brands of food. There were egg rolls and a tart/pie (kind of like the old McDonald’s apple pies.) They had sent some that had two versions – Before (wrapped) and After (unwrapped.) I had found some cute plates in the cabinets in the room and so was working on staging the food. There was also a french fry holder that was really cute but we didn’t have any fries. There were other people (who brought the table cloth) that were setting out fancy plates and silverware.
Meanwhile, the six people came in. It was five women and a man, and the man stayed in the other room. They were very brisk and in a hurry and they were early (before the room was ready.) So I seated them somewhere else. In the meantime, we were supposed to be celebrating my old high school friend Alison’s birthday. Everyone was upset because I didn’t have time to do it and set up. So they brought everything into that room. Sadly, the only thing that we had were these little cookie/cracker sticks in a can (kind of like the breadsticks at Newks) but they were dirty shapes like you might have at a bridal shower. I couldn’t even find the gift I had for her. And everyone was eating at the big table and I was worried it would get dirty before the clients came in.
Once that was over, I had to get copies of the call forwarding. The process hadn’t worked as designed, and so I was trying to get the list from the man in the other room. He was annoyed and trying to leave. I gave everyone the dinner plans and they left. I was a little worried about the food I’d set out because now it was going to be cold for the next morning.
In the lobby, there were two elevators and two stairwells. Someone pointed out that if there was a fire in the lobby we would all be trapped, and I argued we could take the stairs. They said there was no outside exit. I argued, and so we walked to the bottom and it just emptied out into an indoor atrium fully enclosed.
When I went back up, it was time to leave. Buster was there and there were two ladies who said how cute he was. I asked if he was ready to leave and he started tearing around the lobby in circles. I caught him as he almost went down the elevator with a man and pulled him back. His leash was hanging in the other elevator wrapped around a blue wire. When I pulled it down, the wire set off an alarm and the people at the desk were upset. They said they’d just gotten it fixed, but I asked why they wrapped the leash around it then.
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.
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.
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.
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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 I worked in a call center and was training others to do the work. We had pulled five people to teach them. Across the room I saw my old friends Lynette and Cynthia and I didn’t l i.e. They worked there. I had also been working there for a while but just learned the name of the company- it was a man’s name and initials (like JP Morgan but I don’t think that was it.)
A friend of ours had died unexpectedly and so I was going to his funeral. He is young- probably early 50’s and so the funeral was huge. I was not dressed appropriately … I was wearing jeans, but I planned to be in the very back so I went on. The funeral was so big it was in a convention center. There were apparently two funerals there (I saw signs for the other one.) I started out way in the back and then somehow got behind the stage at the front. They were taking communion and called me out so I was in front of everyone. The priest wasn’t there, so I was told to just reach in and get a communion wafer. They were the large ones and weren’t broken, so they told me to take the whole thing! I also had to just pick up the chalice and drink wine. Our friend had been cremated so there was just a small box at the front. I had been worried it would be open casket and freak me out.
Once I took communion I decided to leave. I was in a mall section of the convention center and met the comedian Taylor Williamson from AGT. I introduced myself and about that time Marleen walked up with two other friends that were very funny. I told Taylor he had to hang out with us because he would get so much content from Marleen! I introduced them (using only Taylor’s first name, because apparently we were close like that!). Marleen and I went to get something out of the dorm room where (in my dream) we used to live together. No one else showed up so I told them we would meet them. I asked Marleen where we should meet and she said “on the steps of Frog Kroger.” At first I didn’t know where this was because no place was called Frog Kroger, but then I remembered that she thought the Kroger by my old apartment needed a name and called it that. We had a lot of difficulty getting there , and I actually woke up before we got there or met up with the others.
I was in a city that was being taken over by zombies. I was in a dorm building. I seemed to have this dream two different times, because there were two different sequences of actions. In the dorms, there were lots of doors – some locked and some didn’t. In the upstairs hallways, there were exterior doors that led into the hallway, but then there were also interconnected rooms that just opened to one another, and did not connect to the hallway. I was trying to decide if I should lock those or keep them open – which was a greater risk?
By De Vries, David [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
The first time that I was in this dream, I was obsessed with cleaning the rooms as I locked them. The second time, I was just locking the doors and windows. The first floor doors didn’t lock, so we had to assume that the zombies would get into the building, and just lock the doors on the second floor. There was lots of running from room to room. At one point, I climbed into a window. I went to a meeting in a bar*, and it started with a prayer. I had a baby carriage with me. All my liberal friends left and looked at me like, “What are you doing here?” Jon W. from church was there, and he was trying to sell me cases of Snickers bars. It was $200 for a case of snickers. I bought two individual bars for $6. At the end, a friend who was on the “other side” of the war was setting up codes that we could use to share information. At one point, I was in what felt like a basement of a house with several different rooms. Some rooms had doors that linked to tunnels that went outside. There was a living space and a bathroom. Lots and lots of doors (which, for obvious reasons, is a risk when you are trying to fortify against zombies.)
*Maybe instead of it being two dreams, I was in the dorm before the meeting and then again after the meeting.
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