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.
It’s been a while since I have remembered a dream in great detail. Last night, the dream started out in a yard. Buster was chasing deer but this time it was a herd of tiny deer (babies about the size of cats with one momma deer.) By the time I realized they were so small and might not be able to get out of his way, it was too late. I ran over and one deer was so tiny it got on my finger. But instead of hurting them, he played with them and they became friends. I was afraid to touch the tiny one for fear the mother would reject it (much like a baby bird.)
Then the dream shifted. I was in a work trip to the Philippines with a group of people. Me, Daphnie’s friend Marie and one other person- a guy that reminded me of my old friend Doug and the capital campaign consultant Jesse- were staying in the Shangri La but Marie had found rates for $120 per night. Rather than being in the main part of the hotel though, we were in a section off the garage. You walked out the door like you were going to the parking garage but instead of going straight out one door, you turned to the right. You walk past a big black desk that belonged to Ramon (from Honduras) and there were rooms. They were light and airy and were set up to be multiple bedrooms surrounding a central common area. There was also an outdoor living area. The only problem I was having was getting the phone to work. I was trying to connect an old manual phone to wifi to call home for free. As I was working on that, they wanted to switch hotels for the next week but I was concerned about the extra cost. I suggested we just try to move into he main part of this hotel. Then I walked out into a mall area, and I was sitting on a bench talking to my old colleague Dave. We had a dog and a tiny puppy that fit on the palm of my hand. Dave was supposed to be taking care of the puppy but he wasn’t paying attention to it. I was worried it would die. It had wandered behind the bench and gotten wet. I picked it up and tried to dry it off and warm it up. Then Dave said he was starting a new call center in New Orleans. I said confratulations and he told me he wanted me to come work there and move from Atlanta. I told him I was flattered but that I didn’t live in Atlanta any more. I explained my kids were going to be seniors in high school so I couldn’t leave and he said that if I was interested after that it would be perfect timing because it would take that long for him to get there and be ready for me. Then we saw Elizabeth and our other colleagues walk by. They were dressed in old west attire. I asked what they were doing and he said it was an excursion. I was upset because I didn’t know about it and he said the other guy rooming with us had sent out a full agenda. I was not pleased I didn’t get one, but he said I could take his spot. He was supposed to be the sherif. I put a leash on the big dog. He was pretty good about staying with us, but I wanted to be sure he was safe. I wrapped the little dog in a blanket. I ran to catch up and Alison was there, my old friend from high school. I put the sherif stars on my chest and she said “thank God you’re here”- apparently it had been challenging with more disruptions since there was no one playing the part of sherif. We started running, and just barely made it to a train that was about to leave. We had to open the doors on the moving train and jump on. It we made it, and I remember thinking this was harder than I thought. Then I woke up.
Interpretation: I believe that this dream was a clear answer to a prayer. I was asked to do something at the church that I was hesitant to do. I had told the person who asked me – almost word for word – the answer that I gave Dave about this job. I also had talked to Ben about the request at the church, and he suggested that a better time would be in a few years. That aligned with what Dave told me that “he wasn’t ready yet anyway.” I think the part of the dream about the sheriff/ old west was telling me that when it was time to do this job, it would be a lot more work than what I expected.
I have not yet figured out what the miniature animals represent. 🙂
I was at a conference of some sort. We were away at a meeting and had one final day. Our rom had changed and we were down to four people attending. I had to go out to a car to help someone carry something in, and they had a dozen pink roses that someone had given to me. My friend I was helping put one in her button hole but then I cut the rest very short and put them in a shallow dish with less than an inch of water. They got very soggy immediately. We ate Mediterranean food for lunch, then I went to see Mam-ma and Sandy. They were in their old house. Mam-ma had a beauty shop chair and sink in her bedroom so she could get her hair done. I pulled Sandy’s sheets off her bed to wash them. I was so tired, I was supposed to be meeting with people but I laid down for a nap instead, and it was a great nap! When I woke up, Mam-ma had taken meat I had started to cook and put it in the oven. I started to make Sandy’s bed but ran out of time. Just before I left, there was a phone call. It was a boy on high school calling my friend Mac. I said he was calling about prom which made everyone laugh since it implied my friend was going to prom with him, so I clarified what he wanted to talk about.
We had sold our old house in Annandale and moved to the one we are currently living in. Something else broke (In RL, we’ve had a series of unfortunate events happen with issues around the house.) Michael said that he couldn’t live here anymore, and we went back to the old house. (I think that it was owned by the people who owned the restaurant we used to own.) We started discussing the sale of our new house. (When we moved in in RL, we covered the scored concrete floors with hardwood.) In my dream, we started pulling up the hardwood floors, and discussing how much we would sell the house for – if we had done improvements that would warrant increasing the price.
In the old house, we were hiding, and waiting to tell the new owners. I said that I loved the new house, and that Buster loved it, but Michael said that Buster would be fine in the old house. We decided to get breakfast, and there was a cafe down the street with an outdoor seating area. We decided to take Buster. There was a sign that said “No dogs” but there were dogs on the patio so we ignored the sign. At first, we thought there were no tables. We walked to one we thought was free, but there was a little boy sitting at it alone. Then someone pulled back a curtain and there was a table and chairs behind a rail. Someone said that was the chef’s table, but we could sit there. The waiter said he would have to get our places set, but then we noticed an empty table we had missed before, so we sat there. We ordered Buster a hamburger (plain.) They kept wanting to add sauces, etc. but we finally convinced them he could only have plain hamburger. At first, Buster was scared and hiding under the table, but then he got brave and started going under other tables and sniffing people. Then some other dogs left and Buster sniffed them and did ok. Then another dog left and reared up like a bear – like he was going to attack Buster. I threw myself over Buster so they wouldn’t fight, but was scared he would attack me.
I went into the bathroom and was trying to plug something in, and the prongs wouldn’t work. I told Michael that I couldn’t go back to the old house again. I started crying, and told Michael if he wanted to go he would have to go without me, so he took Buster and left. I was crying in the bathroom hysterically. I was trying to eat some kind of pastry. I was so upset. Then I tried to call Michael and the calls wouldn’t go through. I was devastated and thought he’d blocked my calls. I tried the hotel (?) not sure how we got to a hotel! and those calls wouldn’t go through either. I was heartbroken. Then the call went through and I was so relieved. I said I was sorry and I didn’t mean it and I shouldn’t have said it. He said, “Do you know why the call went through? I told them to let it through.”
I woke up so overwhelmed with sadness and fear…. very impactful and emotional dream.
I was Dylan’s sister in this dream, and he and I were going to go to prom together as friends/siblings. The prom was scheduled in Chicago, and we were hearing on the news that Chicago was being taken over by zombies, so I didn’t want to go. I had dressed up in a dress (though it was not a prom dress really) – it seemed rather plain and blue, with flowers on it I think. It looked nice enough but wasn’t a formal dress. I was wearing a red barrette, a red necklace, and red dangly earrings. I was in a gym in the airport, and Geneyssa was there. In this bathroom, I had put on my lipstick, and suddenly these other people that I didn’t know were using my lipstick, including a young man.
I was really uncomfortable going to Chicago, but Michael talked me into it and said it would be fine. When we got there, Austin met us to pick us up, and he was smoking a cigarette.
There was an emergency contact list to call in case of zombies.
Right before I woke up this morning, I had a very strange (and long) dream. We had bought a new house… this time, the new house was actually the one we are in now (that we moved into last August.) And our old one (not our actual old one) was up for sale. Our realtor and friend Lynn was selling it, and it was staged really cutely! I’d gotten a text from Donald Trump saying he was single again if I was interested. I answered him and said I was married, but I did have a house for sale if HE was interested. We met him out at a restaurant, but that part of the dream was a blur that I don’t really remember.
Then we were in the new house, but there was a dead body there. We didn’t know how to get rid of it, so we just kept it in a black trash bag. I don’t know how it came to be there. We had to have people over to our new house, and we had delayed as much as we could, but our friend (and former homeowner association president’s wife) Nancy said we had to. We were trying to figure out if we could put the bag in an area that was off limits. That night, she was spending the night but was sleeping in an outside shed. Michael and I were asleep and I woke up to a terrible storm. The window in the bedroom had blown open, and it was blowing and lightening outside. Our radio came on, and identified our yard as being the most haunted place in somewhere (the city? the state?) They said they’d studied it, and you can see the ghosts at night. I went and shut the window and tried to lock it, but none of them were locking properly. I think I finally got them locked, after several tries. Then the phone rang. I went out to lock the garage door, and Michael said not to lock it because we promised to leave it open if Nancy needed anything. Nancy was on the phone and she was updating the emergency contact list for the neighborhood. She had replaced one person with us. We got to someone else on the list, and Michael asked “Do they have a bigger house ghost than us?” I looked at him horrified, and he winked like it was funny.
This one seemed to begin in the middle…
I hadn’t followed up, so Michael started, but then asked me to finish. (Based on the original note below – I feel like I was trying to follow up on a capital campaign for a school, and was going to ask someone in my sister-in-law’s family to donate $3,000- $8,000.)
I was trying to fill out a very long form over the phone, and I kept going out of order. It seemed like I was filling out a pledge card, or a pledge for a donation, but it was visually very different than other pledge cards. There were pictures of 10 hands of cards, and the person answering had to rank them 1-10. I thought to myself that this must be to analyze the person’s risk for gambling and losing their money. A woman came around talking loudly and I couldn’t hear.