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 I was looking for a new house. We found one that was perfect– the other one we had talked about would have required me to set up my office in a bathroom but this one had the right number of bedrooms.
We wanted to go see it once more. When we showed up, the parents were nervous and frantic. They asked us if we could take their kids’ shoes to school. Apparently they had forgotten them. We were going to but then the kids showed up. The parents didn’t notice until I pointed it out and then they were too distracted to give them their shoes. So we have them to them and sent them back to school.
We were concerned about two things initially: the house was in Springfield in Sunshine street which is very high traffic and commercial, but this was on the very edge of town so it was near the country. I thought the traffic sounds might have bothered Michael. Also as you drive further into the country there were a lot of confederate flags so I was worried about the kids’ safety. The second concern was with the back yard- it was a 45 degree angle so we were worried about mowing it.
I spent the night there and was contacted by some sort of spirit. I knew his name in my dream, and I had an extremely intense tingling in my neck and spine. It was very pleasurable, but I got the impression that this spirit and maybe others were in the house and the people hadn’t told us. The next morning I was trying to get more information to see if they had this experience and if there were others. They were being very evasive with their answers. I really wanted to communicate with him again though. It was a consuming, addictive feeling and I wondered if that was why they were so distracted.
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 at a house getting ready for a festival of some sort. It was a big empty house and I was going up and downstairs. There were neat old clocks that didn’t work scattered around on the floor. The day of the festival, we went to a booth and were with Emily and Rob. At the booth they fixed old clocks. I was upset that I didn’t realize that’s what they were for and Emily bought a plain white plastic clock.
There was something about filmmaking in the dream but I don’t remember what.
We went back inside the house and Rob had given gifts to me and Emily. She was disappointed in hers- it was stationary. I thought it was cute- colorful spiral bound notebooks. I had opened part of mine but not a small wrapped package in the gift bag. It was a notepad and you could write on it and at the top it had games you could play. I was really excited.
Michael and I purchased a lake house. It was on the edge of, or in, a campground because we saw lots of campers going back and forth walking by. It was a huge house. I counted 4 or 5 bedrooms plus it seemed like there were other sleeping areas. We planned to add additional beds in the bedrooms so more people could come and stay.
When we first moved in, I know Sandy was there, a bunch of kids (boys), and Hetz and CeCe. I was really excited that they came. I was trying really hard to remember the names of their kids (Adam, Seth, and Greta.) Most people had to leave and go to some sort of sporting event, but they would be back. Sandy stayed, but she stayed in bed most of the time. I just relaxed and didn’t have any agenda.
We purchased the house fully furnished, and I kept wondering what the story was from the people we bought it from. We didn’t know anything about them, and I had a weird feeling about it. We were staying there and hadn’t even changed the sheets on the bed. Michael started freaking out about the pillow shams, and I explained that he should take the shams off and use the pillowcases underneath.
There was a commercial on tv for a movie where people had purchased a vacation house a lot like ours. The storyline was normal, but every character’s face was like a monster’s face, but no one was acknowledging it. I thought it was really strange.
I also went to turn in some construction plans. Twice, people thought that my name was Carrie, or they thought I said I need to carry something. It was very strange, and I felt like it must have some significance for someone named Carrie that I knew.
I wanted to find out about the change request process, and Michael yelled and told me that the plans were now final and there could be no changes.
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Clearly, this has something to do with my persona – both the people who looked like monsters on the outside but were living a normal (and parallel life) as well as the idea of the pillow shams with the outsides being dirty but the insides being ok to use. I’m not sure what the story is, but there’s something meaningful there.
I dreamed that Michael and I went to see Dottie. In my dream, she was still alive but Bo had died. We were dreading it and were worried about the state of the house. We knocked on the door but no one answered, so we went in. Inside, it was amazing! The house was perfectly clean, and she was up and doing things. She was healthy and agile and doing great! We had a conversation, and she had gotten remarried. Apparently, this had helped her. We assume he helped her get off of her pain medication, and he had hired a housekeeper. It was a great visit and it was wonderful to see her doing well.
We were living in a new house and I spent almost all of my time on this new, outdoor porch. We were receiving a shipment of coffee mugs every day or every week and I was responsible for inventorying them for work. I created a System where I didn’t have to redo the work every time. I had to find shelves to put them on. Then Michael gave me these Harry Potter collectible aquarium units. I didn’t know what to do with them but then I saw our house (and my little room) was connected to a public library and there was an area dedicated as a Harry Potter aquarium so I donated them. The aquariums were tall and long and the fish were weird looking and took up the entire aquarium. One was white and looked sort of like a jellyfish but with a face that had a weird lopsided smile. We had gone into the museum and there was a young girl working there. She was going to take us to a secret part of the tour. To get in, first I pulled a piece of chicken out of my leg that was lodged there like a splinter. Then I went and found a costume jacket.We left before the tour though and figured we would be back.
Then we were in Alex’s friend’s car. He was about to pass the house but it was his house. When he turned in I ran into the back office/porch and was changing clothes for the ole miss game. I couldn’t find my red sweater so just wore a black sweater. We met up with Katy’s family and they made fun of us.
In my dream I was an adult (I looked and felt like I do now) but I was a child (living at home with my parents.) They had just bought a new house- it was big and fancy. I thought about having a party because they were out of town but I didn’t want to deal with cleaning up afterward. Instead while they were gone I went and picked up a printer in a repair shop. I got there and there was a younger kid trying to pick something up and they wouldn’t let him. When I got to the window they were going to let me as long as I could verify all their information. But since they had just moved I couldn’t remember their address. While I was there, my friend Jan came in with her son. Her son (in the dream) was a teenager and was my age. I don’t know if we were dating or if she was trying to set us up. I was interested. She invited me over to swim the next day and I was stressed because I knew I looked more like a mom than a teenager and I was worried he wouldn’t want to date me.
I awoke in the middle of the night with this dream.
Michael wanted to fix a grill that hasn’t worked since we moved in and said it would save us $1000 a year. (This is not a grill irl.) I wondered how it would do that but I didn’t ask.
Alex was sleeping in an attic bedroom. It was set up like Austin’s old room but if you went through the door, there was an area win a low ceiling where his bed was.
Michael and I were up there and he had a carton of milk on the floor. There was a notice on it saying that if milk was left in the attic, we were not insured. I was worried that nothing was covered in the attic and wondered if we should move his bed into the main room or even downstairs. I was worried.
We were In the bonus room discussing and saw something under the rug like a mouse.
Buster started to chase it and I was going to let him catch it. Suddenly it put its head up and it was a copper head snake. It was very small but his heady was shiny like a penny. I started yelling at Buster not to chase it, and then I hit it with a lawn chair and it flipped back and hit me. I was frantically trying to get it off of me when I woke up shaking.
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