Contributing Editor to the Book of Life

I dreamed I was visiting a new place (or it may have been an extended stay.) When I arrived, I was shown my room, and then they were giving me a tour and showing me where to go. I came out of the bedroom, and they took me down the hall and turned the corner. Every few feet there were doors and stainless steel refrigerators turned sideways. They stopped at one of them and pushed the refrigerator to the side. That opened up a passageway and stairs. When we went downstairs, we were in a large corridor with tons of people in it. It felt like a cross between a shopping mall and a train station. People were all walking and going places. They took me back upstairs and I realized I was lost and didn’t know how to get back down there, so they showed me again. (Something interesting to note, I don’t know who “they” were. Men, women, etc?)

Then a woman I knew in my dream (not in real life) took me to a bar/restaurant area. We were sitting down near the front of the stage, but the funny thing was that the stage was extremely tall, so the front rows didn’t have a good view of the stage. A band came out and two men who looked like Crosby on Parenthood were in the band. One was the lead singer and the other was a guitar player. The lady I was with was dating one of them, and they were twin brothers whose family were either owners of the place we were in, or they were very influential.

After that, I went back to the area near my room. There were writing prompts, and everyone present had the opportunity to participate. Sometimes there was a question asked and people were asked to write a response. Other times, there was already a response, and people were asked to write the intro. If your response was selected, you were paid. It was almost $10 for a very short prompt, but I got the impression it was highly competitive. I got the impression that someone was writing a very huge, very detailed book. No one really knew the whole storyline, but everyone got to contribute to small parts of it.

As I was writing, someone important acknowledged what I had written, but they were being discouraged from calling me out because I was so new to the place. They felt I had to prove myself over time. Then they mentioned an inventor who lived there. I recognized the name, and he was someone who had invented a kitchen gadget. They laughed and said that yes, that’s all he was known for in our world, but in other universes he had created so many different things that weren’t possible with our technology. They said it must be so frustrating to have done so much elsewhere but not be able to in our world. I was star struck and felt very impressed to know that the man lived there. I’m not sure if I “knew” there were other universes but it seemed to make perfect, logical sense at the time I was being told.

Then a friend came up and she had a device that would let us travel through time. She said that she found out when the “gods” were going to come through. “Gods” wasn’t the word she used – it was a very specific word, but I can’t remember it now. They were not God the creator, nor were they traditional mythological gods. But they were supernatural beings that carried some celebrity status. Anytime they appeared, people were very exciting. So my friend transported us to where they were appearing, and suddenly they appeared out of nowhere. It was very exciting. They didn’t do anything but walk past, but everyone was excited. She used this tool a couple of time to see different sightings.

Afterward, I went back to my room. I was talking to my friend and shared something about a meme I had seen. It was something about people exchanging emails and Donald Trump. She said she’d never seen that one, and I realized that in this place, I was seeing new content that had never been seen in the world before. Eventually, some of it would trickle down to Earth, but as of then it was unseen.

I then realized that I was laying on the floor and I wasn’t wearing pants. I was just in underwear. I had started my period (which is odd, because IRL I had a hysterectomy years ago.) I was worried that I needed to change my pad because people would be able to see since I was in my underwear. The only bathroom I remembered seeing was past the refrigerator downstairs by the large corridor. I got to the area, and there were people standing around talking by the refrigerator. It was almost like a break room. But before I got to the bathroom, I realized I hadn’t brought my pad with me. So I went back to the room. I had my small, purple suitcase with me, and someone asked how I could have such a small suitcase. I told them that the shirts didn’t take up much space and I only wore one per day. Then I noticed that there was a bathroom connected to the room, so I didn’t even have to go back down to the corridor bathroom.


This was an extremely vivid dream with a lot of detail. My first thought was that I needed to turn it into a novel. My second was that this is how I envision a small slice of heaven. I think I might have read somewhere once that all information is housed in heaven and it doesn’t always make it to Earth. I imagine this place in my dream as sort of the ‘grand central station’ of information, and that everyone there was contributing – storylines, music, invention — all of the creative forces in the universe. They were all doled out to different worlds. And people take turns staying there and then going out into the worlds (almost like “field work.”) It was really amazing.

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The Games We Play

Last night I dreamed I was in a live video game. I was taking care of two children – a boy and a girl. I don’t remember them clearly, but it seems like they were spoiled and very bratty. We were playing a live video game. In the game, there were two components, a “story” component that included mysteries that needed to be figured out and a racing part where you were in cars that went very, very fast and the goal was to beat everyone else. The racing was set up as boys vs. girls. There were also dogs involved, though I don’t know how. I started on the story part, and I was in a hallway going through different doors trying to find something. I finished with the racing part, and it was really fun – I was going super fast and didn’t want to stop.


Because I didn’t write the whole dream down when I woke up, I lost a lot of the details. However, I’m certain that this dream stems from my participation in the Women’s March on Jackson yesterday. Obviously, the clear distinction between boys and girls reflects some of the core missions promoted by the march. I also think that most people (on both the left and the right) are acting unprofessionally and unproductively – perhaps aligning with the “naughty” boy and girl in the dream. I definitely feel conflicted between the call for action positioned against the need for meditation and taking time to really understand and listen.

Un”conventional” Medicine

It’s been a long time since I’ve written down chicken scratches on a pad by my bed. Last night I “woke up” several times with snippets of dreams, but I couldn’t pull myself out from behind the veil of sleep to actually write them down.

My issue is compounded by the fact that I’m not even interpreting these notes until 16 hours later, so… this dream will leave a little to be desired.

The notes I can read are:

Convention

copy room

permission (or maybe parmesan)

Pills to share

EO

readouts

Chased


I remember being at a work convention with my boss Elizabeth. It was very stressful and I feel like I wasn’t prepared to complete the readouts. I was looking for a copier or a printer, and I was running through the halls and couldn’t find one to use. I felt like it had been set up in a temporary room and that it had moved. I was very worried about being late.

At one point I was talking with EO (maybe we were back in our hotel room?) and I was trying to take pills. There were some tiny ones in the bottom of the pill bottle, plus other larger ones. Some of them had turned to dust, and so it was really hard to find the little ones, as they were blending in with the dust. When I tried to get them out I made a mess.

Making Room for the Next Phase

I was living in a “new” house although it felt like I had been there a while. The house was large, and I didn’t understand how much space it had. I was getting ready to clean it, and I discovered that in addition to the main house, there was an entirely new floor below (in the basement) that had a very long hallway with extra rooms. Many of them were bedrooms, and in fact some had multiple bunk beds. I remember thinking that I didn’t realize how much extra sleeping space we had. I felt overwhelmed at the idea of cleaning it all, but I closed off some of the rooms that I wasn’t going to need immediately, and then I started cleaning my own bedroom first. I was dusting a shelf, and there were items from my childhood that I didn’t really like. There were some very feminine, girly things like ceramic hearts with fake lace around the edge. I thought to myself that I didn’t need to keep those things, and that I needed to donate them or sell them.

Then the dream shifted (or maybe it was a second dream.) I was supposed to go to the young adult group at the church and talk to them about Servant Ministry projects. I was supposed to be there at a certain time. First, I was in a big area that resembled an airport but with lots of food places. I was looking for something to eat. It also felt a little like a college dorm cafeteria. I was planning to eat and then go to the meeting. I stopped Will and asked if it was ok if I turned it into a game. I was planning to do trivia like “How many people did we feed with Stop Hunger Now?” He said that was fine. But then I missed the event (maybe this is when I was cleaning??) Dylan came in and said that he and his dad had done it, and although he hadn’t wanted to go, he ended up winning the trivia.

Clean Sweep

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.

Zombie Dorm

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?Snip20160522_3

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.

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!