A Camp or Conference Like No Other

I dreamed I was at some sort of camp at the church. I think it had to do with the diocese. Alex went with me and made friends with the youth group, and had a great time. I didn’t really see him but I knew he was there. When I arrived I needed to find someplace to sleep. I was sitting on a bed (it looked like a hospital bed on wheels.)  It was in the main room and there was a bathroom down the hall we would all share.  I had a 12 pack of diet coke, but then I looked down and realized it was Diet Dr. Thunder (that my mom drinks.) I started bargaining with people to trade some for diet cokes in the morning. I was also trying to do some emails on my laptop.

Then a group of disabled people came in, and we realized these hospital beds were meant for them. So they took those beds and wheeled away. I asked someone what we should do, and they said that we could transfer to another part of the hotel. I didn’t want to spend the extra money, so I walked around checking in other rooms, but they were all full.  When I came back, more beds had been added but they had all been taken too. (And some were golden bunk beds that were extremely wobbly.)  So, I decided to go to the other part of the hotel.  I walked down the hall, and there was a ride you could get on.  It was a combination water ride/roller coaster (a lot like fire in the hole.) At the end you arrived at a different part of the park. I got off (and was with a female friend of mine.) We walked into the hotel part, and sure enough, they gave us a room there.  It was a shared suite with a guy we knew (short with glasses – reminded me of my old friend Doug.) There were two huge bedrooms and a huge bathroom with several dressing areas plus shower, toilet, etc. It was extremely luxurious and huge. We were thrilled and it was so much nicer than all the places people were staying over on the other side. We went to bed, and when we woke up, we realized we had overslept and missed the morning session. We got dressed, and I was wearing a short skirt with pink, sparkly tights and a renaissance-style coat with a hood. It was very cute, but very unusual for me. As we were walking over to the sessions, we passed through a mall-like area.  There was the chance for groups to take pictures of themselves, so we did. I remember thinking they were very cute, and I wanted to buy copies.  There were lots of places that would put those pictures on t-shirts, but I just wanted prints. The technology was pretty neat though because as you would walk by the booths it would recognize you and show you your pictures.

I decided to stop in a store that was dark with black-lit aquariums. All of the fish were sparkly and glowing and beautiful, and everyone was wearing costumes similar to my own outfit. There were surreal looking trees in some of the aquariums and also some had an octopus in them. It was all beautiful and magical and surreal.

I was wearing skates of some sort, as were the people who worked there. I just wanted to wheel around and look at everything it was so beautiful. I stopped at one point for a romantic encounter with two people I used to work with. One was extremely shy (to the point she would falter and stutter in meetings) yet she held a position of authority. The man was the complete opposite, very outspoken and aggressive about everything. She was trying to satisfy me but I kept asking him to finish. She was disappointed and said that we would have one more meeting and he couldn’t participate but that she would make sure it was exceptional without him.

I continued toward the back of the store, but they had to turn on the lights because of some sort of a safety issue or accident. I was very disappointed because it took away the magical elements and made it look like a normal store. I tried to move forward to the front of the store where it was still dark and sparkly, and there was an octopus that was loose. The employee was trying to catch it, and it almost hit me.  I jumped to avoid it, and that action caused me to wake up.

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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.

Popcorn and Priests

At a festival at church. No one had told me what to do so I got a big popcorn machine like they had at the braves game and started making popcorn. We were supposed to be done by midnight and I was finished. Suddenly we were in a school. Whoever was in charge was leaving and Michael and I left with some other guy. Two guys were staying there to get high and we were worried about them. The next morning we came back to church and Davis was doing communion and Ben was helping. The two men were missing and someone told everyone what happened and they were in the hospital. For communion we had water instead of wine and I had my glass covered in foil. One lady asked a question in the middle of communion.

“We’re not saving lives here”

I just realized I never transcribed my dream from Saturday, so here goes… since it’s now Monday, I don’t actually remember having the dream, so I can just share what I wrote.


in hospital but at work.  Everyone had been asked to share their hospital flowers, but not everyone did (only 3 people.)  Remedy (a tool we use at work) was going down and I was being asked to authorize it.  Mom was there and men that I didn’t know.


A quick footnote about the title I chose for this:  I work in customer service for a telecommunications company, and often, when I get stressed out, someone will say something like “We’re not flying airplanes here” or “We’re not saving lives here” – meaning, if I make a mistake, it’s not going to hurt anyone.  In this particular dream, the decision I made could have hurt someone, so that’s why I chose this title.

 

Of Angels…

This was one of the most amazing dreams I’ve had in a while!  I went back to sleep just to try to continue the dream!  I had been in Honduras but was in a hospital for the week.  The care at the hospital was terrible, so I was very glad to be leaving.  There were two doctors there that I was very close to, and I am certain that one was the Archangel Michael, and I think that the other one may have been Raphael, but I’m less certain about that.  Something happened and I missed my ride to go to the dinner after I was discharged for the hospital, but Archangel Michael gave me a ride, so I was secretly happy.  We stopped at a store, and he (and I believe the other doctor was there too) asked me to buy them lighters.  I bought them each small bic lighters.  We got to the dinner party, and I asked my friend Ed where the bathroom was.  He showed me, and it was in a car.  The driver of the car was a woman, and she tried to charge me for using the bathroom.  I explained that I didn’t have any Honduran limpiras – only American money.  She offered to exchange the money for me, and I thought something was odd about the money she handed me.  I found a “fire insurance” certificate from the game of life mixed in, and I yelled at her “Hey – this is Monopoly money!”  She tried to drive off (with me in the car).

What was remarkable about this dream is very hard to put into words.  Just to read the story line, it’s very underwhelming, but what was so amazing is Michael’s presence.  I wrote down the following immediately when I awoke:


Michael beyond words

Filled with overwhelming love.

Just wanted to be near him

Looked like a normal man – bright, sparkly eyes, short hair, very large man

Just wanted to be near him – safe, full of love.


I’m not sure I can put into words what a great feeling it was to be near him.  It was almost like a moth to a flame – the closer I got to him, the more I felt an overpowering sense of love.  I felt so very safe.  He was filled with joy. (I looked up pictures of Archangel Michael online, and he did NOT look like the artists’ renderings.  Most of them showed him as very serious, and in my dream, his eyes were so full of life, and joy, and sparkle.)  Have you ever been around someone whose joy was so infectious you couldn’t HELP but be happy just being around them?  That was Michael, only multiply the happiness and joy by unending love and protection.  I literally felt as though nothing could possibly harm me as long as he was nearby.  I don’t remember his face, or his clothes, or anything other than he had shortish hair (almost shaved, I think… or maybe just not noticeable) and those sparkly, shiny eyes.  He was very large – not outside the realm of what a really large man would be, but more like a linebacker or a sturdy basketball player.  He was very muscular and very tall.

At one point, someone in my dream told me to “stop falling in love with the doctors at the hospital” and I laughed and told them I wasn’t in love with the doctors.  In fact, at one point, Archangel Michael and I had a conversation about *my* Michael, and we talked about the fact that I was happily married.  I don’t remember the details, other than I told him rather plainly that I was married and happy, and he laughed at me.

Now, when I talk to my friend Karen about interpreting my dreams, she says that everyone in our dreams represents a part of ourselves.  BUT, in this case, I honestly believe that he was there.  As Karen would say, it might be a “yes, and” situation, so I will try to look at it objectively both ways.  But she also said to listen to my gut.  And my gut says that I don’t have that much love inside myself. 🙂

I think that as humans, we don’t really have a way to process or “feel” the love that God has for us, or the love that is in heaven.  I imagine it’s kind of like wearing goggles underwater – everything is distorted and doesn’t quite look right.  You come out, and you realize you haven’t been able to hear anything or smell anything, and even what you thought you could see is so much clearer and brighter than you thought it was the whole time you were underwater.  That’s how I imagine we will *FEEL* when we get to heaven. And every once in a while we get a little glimpse of it in our dreams…

When I started thinking about Archangel Michael once I was awake for a little while, I immediately thought that perhaps he was known for healing – I couldn’t remember, and the fact he was a “doctor” in my dream made me think that.  I did see in the Wikipedia post about Michael that he (among many other roles) does help the sick, though that’s not necessarily his primary role.  A better, more direct description came from Doreen Virtue’s website – Official Angel Therapy.  She describes Michael as being,

a “muscular, athletic archangel with intensely powerful facial expressions and body language.” Ok, so she doesn’t specifically say twinkly eyes, but they were there. 🙂

She says that one of his main roles is one of protection.  On her site, it says, “As the defender of all that is pure, Michael is the epitome of strength and valor. He intervenes miraculously to save lives and to protect our bodies, loved ones, vehicles, belongings, and reputations.”  Out of all of the emotions I felt upon waking, SAFE was the strongest.  I felt so safe, secure, and protected.  She says that he protects us against fear

“Archangel Michael is the supreme protector who guards against all effects of fear and fear-based energies. After all, this negative emotion is the driving force behind everything that’s unsavory in this world. Without fear, we have peace.” and in fact, she says in her opening paragraph that Michael’s primary role is “slaying the ego and fear.”

I believe that a big part of this journey (whatever it might be) is setting aside my ego, and opening my heart (and I suppose my unconscious self) to others, and making room for God and the larger Self  to be heard.  Maybe God called in the big guns to help get me there. 🙂

The only other female in the dream was the crazy bathroom car driver.  If that is my shadow self, clearly it could be my ego trying to pull me off track.  She tried to trick me with fake money, but what is weird is that the money was for her to start with.  She wanted some coins, but saw a greater opportunity to take advantage of the situation and get all of my money.  The fact that she was in a car and had me trapped – literally with my pants down! – MIGHT have been a peek at my inner control freak.

The men – the animus (animi??) whether we are just talking about my friend Ed, or whether we look at my angelic friends in this role – were trying to help me.  They were helping me get from one place to another.  They were helping me heal.  They were good. Why, then, did they want me to buy them bic lighters?  When I think of lighters, I think of lighting a candle, or maybe holding them up at a concert as a point of light in the dark.  Will they be my beacons?  Will they give me something to focus on?  Will they be that light that shines in the darkness?

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Johan Fredriksson [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Late again…

I was talking to someone who was checking into the hospital.  (Maybe David?)  I asked if he needed anything, and he said “snuff” and told me a brand, so I wrote it down.  Then I remembered that my friend Adelia was in the hospital, and she had asked for a painted piece of wood with ivy on it, a small bottle of alcohol, and some mint M&Ms. (Do they even make mint M&Ms?)  I drove by, because I was really late and thought maybe she had checked out, but she was still there – I saw her  and another woman through the window.  So I was going to take the stuff even though I was late.  I was driving my Saturn and had gone to the school.  I was first in line and then got stuck in the “out” line because the gate was blocked until the bell rang.  Then I left and called mom to say I was going to miss band, but Mom turned into my friend Sloan and said she didn’t care.  She said she was too focused on the “garden” event (something in RL that is happening at the Chapel) and that would be her last hurrah. As I was driving to pick up the items to take to the hospital, it was still dark, and there were shadow men who tried to jump out and make me run off the road, but I was expecting them and missed them.  I got to church at 8:45 and went to the painting class, where I was expecting to paint the block of wood with the ivy.  However, there was also someone painting porcelain plates as well as the wooden plaques.  I think the artists were my friend Mary Lea and her son Daniel.  I needed to get the ivy plaque to take to Adelia.

Putting away the old limitations

Dad was going in for surgery (in real life, he was going to have his gall bladder removed the next day.)  Before the surgery, he appeared at my house, and was putting his mattress (which in the dream, was the mattress for a hospital bed) into storage.  He was trying to lift it over his head and put it into the top of some storage shed, but had to get a ladder.  I was really worried he was going to fall off the ladder.