Contributing Editor to the Book of Life

I dreamed I was visiting a new place (or it may have been an extended stay.) When I arrived, I was shown my room, and then they were giving me a tour and showing me where to go. I came out of the bedroom, and they took me down the hall and turned the corner. Every few feet there were doors and stainless steel refrigerators turned sideways. They stopped at one of them and pushed the refrigerator to the side. That opened up a passageway and stairs. When we went downstairs, we were in a large corridor with tons of people in it. It felt like a cross between a shopping mall and a train station. People were all walking and going places. They took me back upstairs and I realized I was lost and didn’t know how to get back down there, so they showed me again. (Something interesting to note, I don’t know who “they” were. Men, women, etc?)

Then a woman I knew in my dream (not in real life) took me to a bar/restaurant area. We were sitting down near the front of the stage, but the funny thing was that the stage was extremely tall, so the front rows didn’t have a good view of the stage. A band came out and two men who looked like Crosby on Parenthood were in the band. One was the lead singer and the other was a guitar player. The lady I was with was dating one of them, and they were twin brothers whose family were either owners of the place we were in, or they were very influential.

After that, I went back to the area near my room. There were writing prompts, and everyone present had the opportunity to participate. Sometimes there was a question asked and people were asked to write a response. Other times, there was already a response, and people were asked to write the intro. If your response was selected, you were paid. It was almost $10 for a very short prompt, but I got the impression it was highly competitive. I got the impression that someone was writing a very huge, very detailed book. No one really knew the whole storyline, but everyone got to contribute to small parts of it.

As I was writing, someone important acknowledged what I had written, but they were being discouraged from calling me out because I was so new to the place. They felt I had to prove myself over time. Then they mentioned an inventor who lived there. I recognized the name, and he was someone who had invented a kitchen gadget. They laughed and said that yes, that’s all he was known for in our world, but in other universes he had created so many different things that weren’t possible with our technology. They said it must be so frustrating to have done so much elsewhere but not be able to in our world. I was star struck and felt very impressed to know that the man lived there. I’m not sure if I “knew” there were other universes but it seemed to make perfect, logical sense at the time I was being told.

Then a friend came up and she had a device that would let us travel through time. She said that she found out when the “gods” were going to come through. “Gods” wasn’t the word she used – it was a very specific word, but I can’t remember it now. They were not God the creator, nor were they traditional mythological gods. But they were supernatural beings that carried some celebrity status. Anytime they appeared, people were very exciting. So my friend transported us to where they were appearing, and suddenly they appeared out of nowhere. It was very exciting. They didn’t do anything but walk past, but everyone was excited. She used this tool a couple of time to see different sightings.

Afterward, I went back to my room. I was talking to my friend and shared something about a meme I had seen. It was something about people exchanging emails and Donald Trump. She said she’d never seen that one, and I realized that in this place, I was seeing new content that had never been seen in the world before. Eventually, some of it would trickle down to Earth, but as of then it was unseen.

I then realized that I was laying on the floor and I wasn’t wearing pants. I was just in underwear. I had started my period (which is odd, because IRL I had a hysterectomy years ago.) I was worried that I needed to change my pad because people would be able to see since I was in my underwear. The only bathroom I remembered seeing was past the refrigerator downstairs by the large corridor. I got to the area, and there were people standing around talking by the refrigerator. It was almost like a break room. But before I got to the bathroom, I realized I hadn’t brought my pad with me. So I went back to the room. I had my small, purple suitcase with me, and someone asked how I could have such a small suitcase. I told them that the shirts didn’t take up much space and I only wore one per day. Then I noticed that there was a bathroom connected to the room, so I didn’t even have to go back down to the corridor bathroom.


This was an extremely vivid dream with a lot of detail. My first thought was that I needed to turn it into a novel. My second was that this is how I envision a small slice of heaven. I think I might have read somewhere once that all information is housed in heaven and it doesn’t always make it to Earth. I imagine this place in my dream as sort of the ‘grand central station’ of information, and that everyone there was contributing – storylines, music, invention — all of the creative forces in the universe. They were all doled out to different worlds. And people take turns staying there and then going out into the worlds (almost like “field work.”) It was really amazing.

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The Answer’s in the Palm of Your Hand

Last night, I had a very strange dream. I was on a business trip of some sort (only not traveling with my actual co-workers that I know.) We were in a hotel – maybe a conference center, although at times I got confused and thought we were at our friends’ house (Jon and LouAnn.) Of course, it wasn’t their actual house either. I had gone outside, and there was a swimming pool. It was very natural looking, with lots of landscaping/forests around it. It looked less like a pool and more like a pond. In the back corners, it was very dark because of all the shadows. I felt like I should ask LouAnn if I could go swimming, but as I was thinking about asking, suddenly I was in the water. I was nervous about going in the back since it was so dark. I also wondered if it was stocked with fish, but the water felt great. As I was swimming around, I saw a small silvery/white thread sticking out of my hand. I got out of the water and used tweezers to pull it out, and it was extremely long. As I pulled, then it turned into a wide, brown stick maybe half a centimeter in diameter. It hurt a lot pulling it out, and I had to put pressure on my hand to make myself pull it out. But the relief was so great when it came out that I had to do it. Each time I pulled one out, another one would appear. All of them were in the palms of my hands, and they had come from swimming in the pool. Someone else started to get in, and I warned them against it.

The dream then shifted and I was back inside the hotel. We were going into a meeting that I was leading, and it was on the 11th floor of the hotel. My room was also on this floor, and there was also a fast food restaurant on this floor. I wanted to get a diet coke before the meeting, but I was worried about running late. When I got into the room, though, everyone was late, so I left to go get a diet coke. The people in the restaurant knew me because I’d been in there so much. There were some people getting these huge plastic tumblers of diet cokes, but I just ordered a regular large one. They got distracted and forgot to get it for me, then a lady tried to give me a small one. It was very chaotic. I was also looking at the cabinets and appliance doors, and there were small bottles used to help prevent them from slamming. Austin called me while I was there and told me about the same thing, and I thought that was a big coincidence.

There was also some form of betrayal. I don’t remember the details now, but someone in the group had done something, and we were trying to figure out who. There was a bathroom that had plastic sheeting on the walls (like we used to have in our restaurant on the kitchen walls.) They had put crayons in the bathroom so people could write on the walls, but then it could be washed off. I wrote something but then felt guilty about it.

Ramblings from the Week

I wrote down a few snippets of dreams on paper next to my bed over the last week, but I didn’t write them down in full at the time, so I’m not sure which days the dreams occurred and I don’t remember the details of the dreams.  But here’s what I’ve got:

Dream 1:

car dealer/rental Terry from My Friend’s Place

angry boss

work/office bathroom

pee everywhere dropping from ceiling

no one would help

friend Matthew?

apt/clean/4some

dog

naked

mother

Ok…the only part of this dream I remember clearly was when I went into the bathroom. It was very unclean and there were pools of urine on the floor, and it was on the ceiling dripping down. No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape from getting it on me. It was disgusting and I was so grossed out. This is oddly similar to Camp Capers, where there was also a bathroom and I was getting excrement all over me.

Dream 2:

gone on trip

met guy at apt (?)

reservation at Mexican Villa in Nixa

lost on Highway 116

almost to Fayettville

Almost plane crash

cat hair in apt

Cousins at CVS exchanging —-?

This dream obviously relates to my recent trip back to Springfield. I don’t know what the significant of the number 116 is – that doesn’t mean anything to me.

A Rowdy Reunion

We lived in a big house but one that needed many repairs. In our master bathroom, we had an area of tile, and the tile was starting to come up. Suddenly, I was told that a lot of family was coming to stay with us. These were all people we had met at least once but I didn’t know any of them. Right as they began to arrive, I went to take a shower and get dressed, and I hoped Michael would get them all settled. I called Kathy and she was talking about how she should have joined those companies that give out free samples. I told her “why? You’ll end up with a or of stuff you don’t use.” I opened my bathroom cabinet and gave her examples. I found some hand sanitizer I set out in my sink to use.

Then I went back out and there were at least 20 people roaming around. I was worried about who would sleep where. There was a brown dog that started to chase Buster. The owner grabbed him but he was growling at Buster. Buster started running wildly around through the crowds of people like he lost his mind. Then he found a baby deer, and chased it into the yard next door. There were other dogs and people and Buster just didn’t care. He wouldn’t come when I called. I tried to tell Michael about the floor but someone had fixed it. But if you walked through the center it was still likely to fall through. We all left to go on a boat tour. It was supposed to be for an Asian group and I was one of the leaders. I hoped they spoke English. As we pulled up, we realized that it would be less expensive than planned so we would make more money on the tour. We decided not to charge for individual tickets. We went into a large restaurant to eat and were with the family again. Everyone was ordering drinks and I said I couldn’t because I had to be sober to finish the tour.

Just a Small Town Minotaur

I only remember a few flashes of this dream. I was trying to open a restautlrant in a small town. At one point I was in a house and was being chased by another species. There was a young man who was a part of the species but didn’t look that different from a human. He was very nice and made me believe that we could have a good relationship. I got to the top of the stairs and was talking to someone I got along with. There was a Minotaur who hated me but o met his son who was so nice and had a great smile. He couldn’t believe his dad didn’t like me. About then his dad came around the corner smiling at his son but saw me and his smile faded. I shook his hand though and we started to make peace.

Missed Connections

I dreamed that Michael and I were taking Alex and Dylan to a drag show. It was in a mall. We went by and then Katy came over with her whole family and thought we were going to a movie and they wanted to come. We laughed and explained it wasn’t a movie but they said they would come anyway. We decided to eat first and then I got done before everyone else. I went back to with the show. First I sat down at a long table and everyone said how great it was that I would go to the show by myself. I explained my family was joining me. Then I ended up sitting at the feet of a guy leaned back on his legs. It was very comfortable but a bit too “intimate” for a stranger. I kept looking for everyone else to get there, and when they did I jumped up to join them but the show was over.

The next thing I remember might have been a separate dream. I was at a camp of some sort and it was the last day. We were out of dishes so I was washing paper plates to eat from. Then there was a musical instrument that I had never seen but I washed it too. When we came back, I saw a guy (same one as at the drag show maybe) who was arranging hotel rooms. His were not very nice but had that same familiarity/comfort level. I tried to walk over to him and lost him in the crowd. There was another guy giving out brown paper bags and gave me one since I didn’t get a room. (I actually got 2 from him.)  I somehow got separated from the group and decided I would check into the nice hotel that was paid for as part of the trip and then text the guy to make separate arrangements for the second day. I got on an elevator and couldn’t find the lobby. Some of the buttons were in a different language. One said “corpse bath” and about that time I stepped (barefoot) in a puddle on the floor and started to panic. One went to the penthouse. I couldn’t find a regular lobby!! 

Three Rings

I was in a bedroom (maybe a hotel room) and had to leave.  I went into a restaurant or bar area.  I don’t remember the details of what I did while I was there, but as I started to go back to my room it got interesting.  Along the street, there was a street carnival of sorts.  I passed a group of contortionist/acrobats that were women wearing skimpy Santa-inspired outfits (short red skirts with fluffy white edging.)  They were performing, and I decided that I wanted to do that.  So I started exercising right there on the street to try to get into shape.  What was amazing is that I started to immediately feel a difference.

Then I went inside, and there was another group of women and men who were performing.  The act began with a ball being dropped into a maze (the type where balls trigger different activities as they roll along a track.)  When the ball reached the end, two men would begin hand balancing.

I don’t remember if I ever made it back to my room or not before I woke up.