A Camp or Conference Like No Other

I dreamed I was at some sort of camp at the church. I think it had to do with the diocese. Alex went with me and made friends with the youth group, and had a great time. I didn’t really see him but I knew he was there. When I arrived I needed to find someplace to sleep. I was sitting on a bed (it looked like a hospital bed on wheels.)  It was in the main room and there was a bathroom down the hall we would all share.  I had a 12 pack of diet coke, but then I looked down and realized it was Diet Dr. Thunder (that my mom drinks.) I started bargaining with people to trade some for diet cokes in the morning. I was also trying to do some emails on my laptop.

Then a group of disabled people came in, and we realized these hospital beds were meant for them. So they took those beds and wheeled away. I asked someone what we should do, and they said that we could transfer to another part of the hotel. I didn’t want to spend the extra money, so I walked around checking in other rooms, but they were all full.  When I came back, more beds had been added but they had all been taken too. (And some were golden bunk beds that were extremely wobbly.)  So, I decided to go to the other part of the hotel.  I walked down the hall, and there was a ride you could get on.  It was a combination water ride/roller coaster (a lot like fire in the hole.) At the end you arrived at a different part of the park. I got off (and was with a female friend of mine.) We walked into the hotel part, and sure enough, they gave us a room there.  It was a shared suite with a guy we knew (short with glasses – reminded me of my old friend Doug.) There were two huge bedrooms and a huge bathroom with several dressing areas plus shower, toilet, etc. It was extremely luxurious and huge. We were thrilled and it was so much nicer than all the places people were staying over on the other side. We went to bed, and when we woke up, we realized we had overslept and missed the morning session. We got dressed, and I was wearing a short skirt with pink, sparkly tights and a renaissance-style coat with a hood. It was very cute, but very unusual for me. As we were walking over to the sessions, we passed through a mall-like area.  There was the chance for groups to take pictures of themselves, so we did. I remember thinking they were very cute, and I wanted to buy copies.  There were lots of places that would put those pictures on t-shirts, but I just wanted prints. The technology was pretty neat though because as you would walk by the booths it would recognize you and show you your pictures.

I decided to stop in a store that was dark with black-lit aquariums. All of the fish were sparkly and glowing and beautiful, and everyone was wearing costumes similar to my own outfit. There were surreal looking trees in some of the aquariums and also some had an octopus in them. It was all beautiful and magical and surreal.

I was wearing skates of some sort, as were the people who worked there. I just wanted to wheel around and look at everything it was so beautiful. I stopped at one point for a romantic encounter with two people I used to work with. One was extremely shy (to the point she would falter and stutter in meetings) yet she held a position of authority. The man was the complete opposite, very outspoken and aggressive about everything. She was trying to satisfy me but I kept asking him to finish. She was disappointed and said that we would have one more meeting and he couldn’t participate but that she would make sure it was exceptional without him.

I continued toward the back of the store, but they had to turn on the lights because of some sort of a safety issue or accident. I was very disappointed because it took away the magical elements and made it look like a normal store. I tried to move forward to the front of the store where it was still dark and sparkly, and there was an octopus that was loose. The employee was trying to catch it, and it almost hit me.  I jumped to avoid it, and that action caused me to wake up.

Cooking with Fire

I dreamed that I was going to make spaghetti sauce. I put the water and A can of tomato paste on the stove but never bought the rest of the ingredients. An hour later I looked at it and it was just a watered down mess. I said it would be ok because it only took an hour to cook so I could go get the other ingredients and still have time. 

Then we went to an Ole Miss Football game. When I got there, Aunt Sandy was inside. I was so surprised that her health would be good enough to go to a game. I didn’t go inside though because I was waiting on mom and dad and Michael to arrive. Mom got there and we went to get a Diet Coke. I looked and they also had some unusual soda options. I don’t remember now what they were. We sat in a small air conditioned room drinking the soda and it was very cold.

A Painful, Hidden Truth

Another bad dream. It started out at the church. I’m the circle where we have the statue of Jesus, there was some sort of device hidden that had the potential to be explosive or poisonous or somehow destructive. It was in the center of a battleground and there was a queen who was protecting it? Or threatening to use it? Or not allowing us to disarm it? It was hidden in the center of a maze. Then the context changed and the device was hidden in a store. I knew it was there and there were conspiracy theories on the internet but the store denied it. I called the store and made an appointment with the manager under a false pretense planning to surprise him and try to talk to him about it. I got to the store early and was looking around. I saw a room with a big circular table and it had different types of shampoo and conditioner so you could refill your bottles. It included the suave kind that I use and also a bubble-gum scented one. I was really excited but then I noticed the table was unplugged so I couldn’t use it. Then I went back in a section where people were shopping for Christmas presents. It was there that the device’s impact was most evident- a giant lumbered by (and was not friendly.) A severely crippled man walked by with his wife- he could barely use his legs so he was sort of dragging himself along the ground but he didn’t have a wheelchair. He said something to me about wishing he had known I was there so I could have helped him. I then started walking down the street, afraid of what the world had become. I realized that I wasn’t wearing my glasses and couldn’t see clearly. I was so worried that I wouldn’t be able to find them and would get a headache. About that time I looked down and they were on the ground. They were broken and when I put them on, they pinched my nose. I wondered how they had gotten there because I had entered the store a different way and not walked down this side of the street before.

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I feel that this dream has to do with being able to see clearly, and how sometimes that is painful but is necessary.

A Card up my Sleeve

I was in the airport and going to Mam-ma’s house after Christmas. Mom and dad were with me, and I wanted to stop in the airport shop to buy a deck of cards. I had the option to stop at some kiosk and use “points” to get them but it would have cost a thousand points which was crazy. I went into one shop because I thought I saw a deck of cards but they were really greeting cards that looked like playing cards. Then I saw all of the Christmas stuff on sale. I wanted to look through all of the Christmas cards but mom and dad were waiting so I didn’t. I did see a large glass ball (like a snow globe) that had an angel on top. It was normally $14 but was marked down to 60 percent off. I bought it and went back out in the airport. Then we got to an area that included an office for me but it wasn’t set up. I didn’t know my phone number, so someone came and I set my password and extension number.

A Painful Persona

I was shopping, and helping a young lady (high school age) pick out her first formal dress.  I don’t know who the girl was in real life, but in the dream, she’d had a hard life and really struggled.  She wasn’t popular, and this was the first, and probably last, time she was going to go to a dance.  She was wearing a beautiful floor-length gown, but was concerned if her butt looked big.  I taught her how to use two mirrors to see herself from the back – she had never looked at herself in a mirror before!  Once she got the dress, I was sitting in the food court at the mall.  I was going to try to get something to eat or drink, but they were closing for the night.  I tried to walk behind a man in a wheelchair  to leave, and he grabbed me, and the whole table of men started attacking me.  They kidnapped me, and he put marks all over me.  It was a process similar to tattoos, but they were brown and not as painful, and used a stick to apply.  There were brown lines all over my body.  When he got to my face, I started crying and said, “are you really going to mark my face too?”  I was really upset, but the person was very kind and assured me it was beautiful.

Then Michael was there and it became a very romantic dream and I was no longer worried about the markings.

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This dream was all about persona – how I see myself.  Using the premise that everyone in the dream was me, as the young girl, (perhaps the first half of my life) I hadn’t really looked at myself.  It is now time to settle into myself and really look at myself.  The fact that my “attacker” was in a wheelchair is strange, and I’m not sure what that symbolizes.  A handicap that I’ve placed on myself?  The tattooing process was interesting because I was really upset at the beginning – especially on my face, or that part of me that I show others every day.   But by the end, the people who attached me were no longer a threat and I was not upset about the markings – they became an almost sensual part of myself.  Sexual dreams are supposed to be about bringing you closer to God and spirituality.

An interesting side note – the tattooing process and designs looked very similar to the New Zealand Maori tradition of Moko, although the markings on me appeared to be more like those on a man based on what I can find online.

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.

The gift of the magi?

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.