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.

Looks can be Deceiving

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.

Escalations

I had several dreams that I only remember snippets of. In one, I was shopping at JCPenny and accidentally went outside with a basket of merchandise. My intention was not to steal it but I could have. I went back in downstairs and to a customer service line. Everyone was freaking out and there were lockdown procedures and I said they were caused by me.

In a later dream I was meeting with Elizabeth and we were trying to update escalation lists. Someone was late for our meeting but we were working on it anyway.

We were talking and suddenly heard lots of people lauding as though there was a party. Alex and Dylan were where we could see them- one in the kitchen and one asleep in the living room so we assumed Austin was having a party.

In a later dream I was meeting with Elizabeth and we were trying to update escalation lists. Someone was late for our meeting but we were working on it anyway.

Buns in the oven

I had two similar dreams that I will lump together here. The first, I was pregnant but it was with a fish… Meaning the baby was a fish. I don’t remember the details but I woke up in the night and remembered this.

In the second dream, I was pregnant with an actual baby. I was in a house that was either a resort or some sort of group home. There were lots of people staying there and j considered them friends although I didn’t know everyone. I had found out I was pregnant and there was a doctor there who was taking care of me. I was happy that a) Michael would be a dad again b) I would get to experience the baby years and c) that dads name would live on (I was going to name the baby Ellis or Ellison Barker!) there was another woman there who had a crush on me that was also pregnant at the same time but she lost the baby. Everything was going fine for me though. The doctor said we were going to start going out to dinner once a week.

Then i was at a banquet. I had nibbled on a few foods but it was pretty strange food. On one table there was a huge roast but it had a layer of white on it. I asked what it was and they said it was bone- somehow the bone and everything had been cooked so it was edible. I tried a bite of the meat part and the normal looking roast looked good. I went looking for it but found ham instead. Eventually I found some. I also picked up (on a small plate) what appeared to be roasted strips of pumpkin. I noticed the plates because most of them were too big but I grabbed this one off the salad bar. None of the plates matched.

A convention of Sorts

I had gone to some sort of conference and was staying in a hotel with Michael. It had a really large bathroom so he could take a bath and I could take a shower and we wouldn’t see each other. We had been at a parade just before going back to the hotel. It might have been a gay pride parade, the only thing I remember was there were individuals riding in cups of dippin dots, and I realized that you could rent them and be in the parade. As it was getting over, a man on a horse came over and I tried to pet the horse. A man came back to the hotel with us and offered to do a dream Interptetaion reading for me, so I tried writing my number On a business card but the marker smeared. Instead I wrote my number on a piece of paper and kept his business card.

I was having some sort of indigestion or heart burn and dad had told me to go to a doctor. I went- it was in the hotel- and I filled out the paperwork. But then I had to wait because either Alex or Dylan was filling out a job application. They were asking the interviewer questions about being on Canada and writing down her answers. It seemed like they were filling it out wrong but I couldn’t interrupt them. By the time they were done, I had decided to wait and go to Dr. Chen. Then I went to meet Austin to buy tickets to an event, but we were having trouble getting them. I went up to the room and he was supposed to be right behind me. When I got there, he wasn’t there yet but Heather was. She had a thick dark mustache and beard- it was strange. She was really upset and I was trying to calm her down. She was looking for a job where she could take her four kids to work with her. I suggested a daycare. Once she left I went to find Austin. I got on the elevator and rode to the 5th floor and there was a big party with food and drinks. I got back on the elevator and Austin was slumped on the floor drunk. I got him back to the room and he kept trying to leave because there was a lady taking over his Twitter and he was upset.

Somewhere in the dream, Alex was in the woods turkey hunting .

Headbanging Zombies

Dylan had decided to play the drums in the band, and so he was trying to learn the drums. For a part of this dream, I switched places with Dylan and so *I* was trying to learn the drums. He was trying to learn on a metal drum of some sort – it didn’t look like a normal drum. There was a pool party, and there was a ghost of some sort that was making people cut other people’s heads open. I know for sure that Mr. Baker’s head and Mr. Harrison’s heads were cut, but there may have been others. When they were cut open, it was a long slash from one side of their forehead to the other. It could be covered with a baseball cap or hat.

I woke up for a few minutes, then went back to sleep, and the dream resumed.

There was someone else there – I believe it was my Mom. We were standing around, and there was a plate of sushi that included a sushi roll, but also two squiggly jello-like things. One of the squiggly things was larger than the other. I was eating the smaller squiggles, but I thought that the larger one (though it was meant to prevent nausea) was going to make me black out and perhaps cause me to cut people’s heads open! She ate both, though, without consequence.

Later, Alex was getting ready to leave the house for lunch with friends. A second car pulled up with a car full of boys (but they weren’t quite right – I thought they might have been zombies) and they were handing out boxes of oatmeal, and we determined this is what was causing the attacks. Our friend Jimbo pulled into the driveway and yelled at them, saying “Never again!” They pulled out, but he kept yelling and directed it at Alex, but Alex wouldn’t respond. The boys in the car Alex was in were obviously not quite right either. They kept laughing at Jimbo, and when I asked, “Do you hear him?” They said that all he was saying was “Ribbit.” They were wearing orange and blue sparkly lipstick. I told Alex to get out of the car, and he shook his head and said no, so I told him I was taking his xbox. I ran upstairs, looking for his car keys to take along the way – but I never found them. (we were in our old house in Annandale) When I got upstairs, I was trying to unhook the xbox. He came up and agreed to stay in and not go to lunch. I was very angry, but I knew about the oatmeal and hadn’t done anything about it, so I felt guilty about that.

Extreme Geocaching

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.

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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