Lake Life

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.

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Dream Home?

I dreamed that we had just moved into a new home. It was a beautiful home and I absolutely loved it. The best part was that there were multiple areas designed for entertaining. When you walked in the back door, there was a covered (or perhaps screened in) porch with lots of seating. In the living room, it was a big open floor plan with several conversational areas. Aunt Sandy was there and Ashley was there. We were sitting and talking and enjoying ourselves. The house sat on a lake, and I looked out the window and saw gravestones floating in the lake toward our house. I was horrified and thought that flooding must have caused this, and I was certain there were dead bodies in the lake below the surface as well. I called someone to report this, and they said I needed to add something to our water before we drank it. I was horrified thinking that we might be drinking water that was contaminated with bodies. I didn’t have any of the chemicals they were talking about so I tried to use hand sanitizer, but it ended up being anti-microbial hand lotion (not even sure what that is!)

Late for School

In my dream, we had all moved to a new house. Alex invited five friends over and they were playing dress up in full costumes. They were like onesies and there were soldiers, cowboys and more. I realized that they didn’t have time to change and get to school on time and so I told them to get changed. Dylan was driving us, even though the school was within walking distance. Dylan went to pick up his friend and came back and was waiting in the driveway. Then suddenly I was a student and had to go too. I was worried about having to run laps for being late to band and I didn’t know if I could do it. Also that day we had a field trip scheduled to a science museum that included an aquarium. I didn’t want to be sweaty to go to the museum. As we were walking in, Aunt Sandy called me.

This One Time at Band Camp

I was attending some sort of band camp, as a chaperone I think. I was trying to set up two campsites that were accessible to one another: one for me and one for a friend of mine in a wheelchair. I had to ensure that the sites were handicap accessible which meant they had to be configured a certain way with the gravel and the sidewalks where he could get to them. I was trying to plan on my phone, and I was making power points with pictures configured a certain way. I was also trying to make a point about not being alone in your camp with others of the opposite sex, so the pictures were fairly suggestive.  I needed to edit them and someone showed me how to use my finger and make an “x” over the people I wanted to edit out. It was so easy! Once I got everything planned, I tried to contact my friend using a button (that looked like an Amazon Dash button) and a small mirror. Then I was going to go have dinner with mam-ma and Sandy. I was trying to shower and I joked to someone that I should take Mr. Baker to dinner with them. We laughed because he likely wouldn’t enjoy it much. 

Family Ties

I had gone to visit family. Originally, the event started out as Christmas Eve at my maternal granny’s house. Then as I was hugging everyone, my Aunt Sandy (my dad’s sister) was there. My first thought was, “What is she doing here?” Then my second thought was how amazing she looked. Her face was full of color and energy. She looked more well and vibrant than she had in years. People were sad about something – it was as though she had stopped treatment for some illness and she was going to die, but in the meantime she had a much better quality of life. My aunt Vicki was also there, and the two of them were going to go to Walmart. I said I would go with them but had to find some socks. I went to the room I was staying in (this was an unfamiliar house- not one that anyone in my family owns.) The room had twin beds in it, and Dylan was there. I went through all the drawers but couldn’t find any socks. Eventually I grabbed a pair that belonged to someone else. By that time, Sandy and Vicki had disappeared and a biker was there. This young man was famous and had been biking across country. He had stopped by the house as he passed. I introduced him to someone. Then suddenly the scene changes and it was no longer Christmas but instead was my paternal grandfather’s funeral. (In real life, I don’t remember meeting him because he died when I was little.) I never saw him- he was upstairs. But I left before the funeral. I hugged Sandy goodbye and she said thank you for coming. No one was upset I was leaving early.

Of proms and meetings

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.

Mam-ma

As a bit of backstory: my grandmother Mam-ma is very sick, and has been having a series of health problems.  My Aunt Sandy, who has been disabled for years and years and is not in great health, has been taking care of her.  Clearly – this is weighing on my mind, waking and sleeping….

Last night, my dream began with going to see Mam-ma.  She was very, very thin and was so small that I could pick her up.  I had carried her to her chair*, and she was mostly just a head and torso, her legs and arms were so thin.

There were a number of people at Mam-ma and Sandy’s house.  (This was their old house on Kentwood Street.)  I wanted to take a shower, but there were lots of people around the room in which I was going to shower, so Aunt Sandy said I could use her bathroom.  Now, Sandy’s bathroom was very small in real life, and it didn’t actually have a shower in it – it was a half bath with a toilet and a sink.  In this dream, however, Sandy’s room didn’t have a bed at all*.  It had a chair, two showers, and a big pink bathtub that was very notable.

Before I took my shower, I was looking for clothes to wear.  I had a blue sweater, and I was looking for a dark blue shirt to wear with it.  I was having a hard time finding one, and was getting frustrated.

At some point – I think in Sandy’s room – there was a girl there who was friends with my friend Kathy J.  She was looking for something I think.  Later (in another dream?  later in this dream?) I saw her, and she had what she was looking for – it was a toolbox full of video games.  Her appearance looked different once she had found this toolbox, and I remember thinking how odd it was that having that could have made such a difference.

*The rest of the story?  While this may be a bit of a stretch, it could also be a bit of synchronicity.  Later in the day following the dream, I called and talked to Aunt Sandy to get an update on Mam-ma’s condition.  Last night, she was lying in bed and having trouble breathing.  She was in a lot of pain, and Sandy had to help her move to her chair where she is sleeping.  She is not very comfortable, and wants to be in her bed lying down, but is spending all of her time in a chair for the moment.


Mam-ma, very thin

Sandy – no bed, chair, and two showers and pink tub

kitchen full of people shower in Sandy’s room

Kathy’s friend

toolbox of gamer stuff

appearance looked diff

Blue sweater – looking for blue shirt