I dreamed that I was at the top of a building and someone was trying to convince me to get in these super fast go carts. You weren’t supposed to get in at the top but they let me and they weren’t even going to charge me. I did pay $20 though. I started going down through the different levels of the building and going through the different obstacles. The first few were practice so you could stop abruptly on a piece of metal or bump a target to open a door. I was wearing a skirt which was also weird. At the bottom the guy who was mad about me starting at the top had forgiven me.
Last night I dreamed that I met a personal trainer. He resembled Jason Momoa only he was more clean cut with neater hair and fewer tattoos. But his build was very similar – he was HUGE! Normally I don’t like super-muscular men, but he was very attractive. He started helping me with something and had his arms around me. We started dating.
In the midst of this, there were large locker rooms with rows and rows of showers. There was a debate about whether or not the showers should remain, and I pointed out how many people were using them. I said that women used to just walk around stinky all day but now we have a better option. There were concerns about privacy, but no one really looked at anyone else in the shower. At one point, there was even a man in there, but he was looking down at the ground not at any of the showers. It was strange that they had clear doors rather than opaque though.
Then we were telling someone (a family member? a team leader?) that he needed to make sure that the other personal trainer didn’t go with us on family vacation again, because this new one would be going. Apparently, we were going to pay him to work out with us. I was talking to another girl/woman and we wondered if this man was actually going to tell the old guy (who looked a lot like my ex husband Jeff) or if he was going to end up paying for both. We said that we have to stop adding things on and start paying things off.
Then “Jason” and I had gone to Honduras. We were not going to stay for the whole mission trip but we had come to help plan and set up. As the clinics were getting ready to open, we got ready to go back to San Pedro Sula. I realized we didn’t have a ride or any money. Penny Sisson was standing there so I went to ask her how to get a safe taxi. She was very upset with us and said that it wasn’t ok that we just showed up and put a strain on mission resources. I told her not to worry, we would take care of it. I assumed we would be safe because Jason was so big. No one could mess with us really. I figured as we walked, we could hitch a ride on the back of a truck at some point and/or get a taxi in Santa Barbara.
We got to the first city down the mountain and there were several storefronts. I wanted to buy some water but I didn’t have any Honduran limpira. A little boy started walking with us and I recognized him from the village. He took us to a shop where we could exchange $20. He said I wouldn’t like the $50 note, and when I looked it’s because it had a picture of someone stabbing someone else on it. All of the notes were really big, and I asked him if they had changed. I suspected they might be fake, but I trusted him. That’s when I woke up.
I dreamed that Michael and I were on vacation in Mexico. We were out and went on this diving tour in which you walk into a room and it fills up with water around you, and then drains. It was all indoors, very strange. We were paired with a family of three, and when it was over they took us back to our hotel but they took us to that family's room. There was a very soft spoken woman who told us about the history of the hotel, and then we pointed out that we weren't a part of that family, so she told us we could go out to the lagoon area and reach the common areas that way. It was beautiful outside, and I got the impression we were near Mexico City in a dangerous area. We stopped at the bar to get a drink, and Michael started to take this plastic container that held another man's passport and money. The man came up to retrieve it and then told Michael just to keep it. Then we came upon a magic show. Of course I wanted to stop. The tricks were really neat but what amazed me was that they knew what I had dreamed about the night before. One of the magicians made a comment and I assumed I had mentioned something about it. Later, the other magician said something about a very private, erotic part of my dream that I was certain I hadn't told to anyone. It was a strange but exhilarating (and almost addicting) sensation to share my dreams with someone else. I went back to the show every night, and every night it was different but they still knew and discussed my dreams. I guess the. Eat way to describe it was that I suddenly had an immediate sense of intimacy with these strangers because they knew such a private thing about me. At one point I wondered if they were psychic or if they were somehow directing my dreams. It was really remarkable.
I was working at EarthLink, but it was a different building that I had never been in before. I came up a very fast elevator and exited into a mall. There was a big arcade on the corner. I went into work, but then when it was time to leave, I couldn’t remember what floor I had parked on. There were 17 floors to choose from. I was standing at the elevator bank, and there was another girl with me. A different elevator stopped for us, and she started to say, “I’ll wait for the other one” but then changed her mind. We got in, and I decided to try the 6th floor. When I got in, I found out why she didn’t want to be on that one. It was much slower, and inside it had colorful fabric making it look like a tent. The fabric kept flapping around. When I got out on the 6th floor, it was the correct floor. I realized that time that there were two arcades, not one. As I walked through, I thought about what a good time the kids would have there. It wasn’t as big as Dave and Busters but there were lots of fun games from their childhoods. There was a guy that was blocking my aisle working at one of them – he was shouting something about games or tokens to the people who were around playing, and he was wearing a hat with antennas on it. (Like those springy kind on headbands that have hearts or shamrocks or whatever on them.) Once I passed the arcades, I looked around and there were lots of restaurants around too. I thought to myself that I would have loved working there when I lived in Atlanta and could have gone to the mall regularly. I got disoriented and couldn’t find the parking, but then I walked past a fountain and saw there were doors out into the parking garage. They had labels, and one was labelled EarthLink so I went through that door. I was walking around clicking the key fob on my rental car. Eventually I saw it to the far right side. It was covered in snow. I said, “How did it get covered in snow inside in the garage when it didn’t snow?” The people around laughed at me and said that it came from the roof, and I said, “Oh, that’s how I got such a good spot – everyone else knew about that!” They laughed at me. There was a young man cleaning it off very fast. It was done by the time I got there, and so I gave him $5. He had taken a lot of small items he’d found and set them out, but then they weren’t mine, so we set them in a basket to the side. Then I couldn’t find my keys and I thought he had taken them, but then I saw them where I sat them, so I tried to play it off like perhaps I had put them in the basket.
I was in school of some sort, but it was not high school or college. It seemed like some sort of adult learning. There was a dorm and a cafeteria. I was getting soda and lunch and I had a really old dollar bill – it was very soft and faded. I was trying to plan my next schedule.
There was some sort of mystery – we went to a vet’s office but they wouldn’t let me look around. They invited Ben back, and he figured out the password. Then he was looking at a picture and realized there was a shoe hidden in a crevice in the photo. Someone had a dream and told him about it, and then he saw the picture.
I was supposed to give a talk at work. A bunch of agents were scheduled to be off the phones for this talk. I knew the content, but I had to wear a microphone and I kept passing out. I would start, and then suddenly black out and not remember anything. Finally, in the last attempt, I started and then Michael did the middle section (although he skipped a lot) then I finished. Afterward, we went to the cafeteria, and Dylan and Leslie were at a table selling pink rice krispy treats. I bought one because it was for a good cause, but it was $4! I was expecting it to be $1.
Last night, my dreams were filled with various forms of geocaching. It started with a very extreme geocaching – we were in a school of some sort. It was dark, and there was security trying to keep us out. I took off my shoes so I could move around more quietly. I don’t remember finding the geocache but I also don’t think the security guard caught me.
Then we were out in the ocean, and someone in a wet suit climbed up on a giant ladder (like a fire ladder). They planted the geocache up high. I was looking around to try to tell any identifying surroundings. Again, it was dark, but I could see trees along the outside, and several dark buildings.
Then I went to Elizabeth’s house, and she was doing it online as part of a game. There were two games – one was star wars related, and you collected different types of gems. They would combine and make better gems, spinning and making unique sounds. I thought that was too complicated. Then we started talking about the online geocaching game. Parts of it were on the computer and parts of it were live. Her oldest stepson came in for a little while but didn’t stay. Then her youngest daughter Sophia came in. I tried to talk to her but she was pretty shy. I told her that I thought that the game was hard. Elizabeth showed me some tips and tricks. She played with a different circle of people.
Then I went to a party where everyone was playing. The only person that I knew there that I saw was my old high school boyfriend David. I was sitting down with him in the same chair, and he was helping me. There were people milling around and they would occasionally chime in with answers or feedback. At one point, a girl (woman?) said that I needed to introduce them to Hannah and Dylan because they could in turn introduce them to an advance group. (They called the group by name.) I realized I didn’t remember their online names. I struggled to try to figure out how to introduce the two separate groups of gamers. A young man walked by and introduced himself as a leader (would have been called a ‘wizard’ back in the days of mucks.) He said he was known by several names, and one of them had “no” in it. Then I found a cache with money and a gift card in it. Someone said that it was replenished regularly to give new players hope. I was in the process of trying to log everything and count the money when I woke up.
A few initial thoughts on this one. The first part of the dream in the school – I think that I’m still trying to work through what people think of me. Taking off my shoes was me changing my persona to try to “hide” this part of myself. When I did that, while I didn’t get caught, I also did not find the prize.
A ladder is meant to represent getting nearer to God (much like Jacob’s ladder.) This part was pretty clear that there is a big prize if I’m brave enough to brave the rough waters and the dark.
Then it transitioned from school to work, and Elizabeth was trying to help me, but it was in a “family” environment.
Karen told me that parties represent the “heavenly” party – a way to get closer to God, and this part of the dream was about making connections. I found the biggest prize yet, and there were people all around me trying to help me.
I think this whole thing points back to embracing this new, more spiritual part of my life and know that there are people all over who relate. The prize will be great.
The first dream that I remember, Michael and the kids and I were all on a trip. We were either in Mexico, or perhaps Honduras. We were in a hotel room packing up to go home, and someone knocked on the door. It was three young boys. They had a baby elephant with them, and they gave me a handful of American money (A ten and some ones.) I asked what this was, and they said it was a gift. I thanked them, and I said I would come up with a good way to pass it along. The main boy gave me a pamphlet, and said his name was Miguel. A little while later, they came back, and gave even more money. I was really disturbed and I didn’t want to take the money from them. At some point, I looked at the pamphlet and it told the story about the elephant and what they were doing, but I can’t remember the story now.
Across the street from the hotel, there was a big community center. It was designed for teens, and had roller skating, bowling, and all sorts of other things. You had to be 16 to go on your own, because I was telling someone that this was the first year that Alex and Dylan could go without us.
When we left from our trip, Austin went on his own trip to Mexico-he had booked everything himself. We told Dad about it, and Michael said that if he was going to do this often, we should buy a timeshare. Dad said we didn’t need that.
Once I had gotten home from the trip, and went straight to set up for the baby shower. We had 3 hours to get ready, but there were people already sitting at tables as we were setting up (guests!) There were 12 tables set up rather than the 8 I had planned for, and I was stressed about not having enough decorations. But then someone else had brought some of the same wooden cutouts as I had. Also, I had large stencils and “snow” for windows to put umbrellas (I guess because it’s a baby “shower”?) on one of the tables, they had set up a grand piano on the table as a centerpiece. It was just beautiful, with multiple layers of table clothes. Even on the regular tables, there were lacy tablecloths and they were looking very pretty. I realized that I hadn’t done anything I had committed to do – there were no flowers, I hadn’t located the vases, I hadn’t printed the stickers and signs for the games, and I hadn’t made the food I had agreed to make! I was in a panic and said that I needed to leave to go to the store. I asked Tell if she needed anything else, and she gave me this list:
- Tampons and Maxipads
- Hats (for this guy who was creating a photo booth for the shower)
(Plus of course, I needed the flowers, stickers, sign, and ingredients for the food!) I was in such a hurry to leave that one shoe fell off. I woke up in a panic!
There were a good number of things that made it into my dream from real life this time:
- The baby elephant: I saw a Facebook video about a newborn elephant just before I went to sleep
- The baby shower for Sarah in real life is tomorrow, and yes – it’s true, I haven’t yet done anything I need to for it 🙂
The “rest” of the story…. that same day shortly after , I saw THIS ELEPHANT POST from Dee – Archangel Oracle. I had assumed that the elephant was in my dream because I had seen the article on Facebook, but as my friend Karen would say, YES, AND….
Perhaps this also pointed to the gift described in this card. The fact that the young boys with the elephant were giving me a gift (and the fact that I titled my post “The gift of the magi”)… it also points to this gift of caring for one another, of family, of supporting and loving one another, and of gratitude for those gifts.
My dreams this morning ran together, so I’m not sure where one stopped and the next started. My apologies for a bit of a ramble!
It started with some sort of a ghost story at the Chapel. I wrote down:
Stupid fake ghost story.
Broke the Internet. Had to take down.
Then, it became a work dream. I was trying to figure out a problem, and suddenly I was in a plane flying. I think I was the pilot. I was flying higher and higher, and was among clouds, then suddenly I broke through and I was high – flying fast – and I could see all the stars. They were big, and bright and beautiful! They were normal stars (not like the stars in my “first” dream) but they were breathtaking, nonetheless. I can’t really read my writing at the bottom of the page – something about seeing the stars, or perhaps see 13 stars??? The flying was amazing though.
Then later, I was at work, and Elizabeth called me. She asked, “How much do you think it costs to fly the plane?” I didn’t know, and she said it costs $11,000, and I had to find a way to pay her back for flying it. I thought to myself that it was very much worth the $11K. About that time, I was paid an $8,000 bonus, and then Scott W. nominated me for an award that was going to pay $2,000. So I thought to myself, “That’s not too bad – I only have to come up with $1,000.”