I dreamed that I was working for Taco Bell and I was sent into their corporate offices to do a site inspection. They weren’t doing any coaching and so I built them coaching forms and was trying to help them. There were great offices and classrooms. They had deals where you could adjust every piece of them and put your arms and legs wherever was comfortable. Everyone was super friendly and was trying to use them. They were trying to apply the concept of abandoned calls to the drive through but I tried to explain it didn’t work that way. Then I went into a training led by Karen. Everyone was really engaged and actively participating in the class- we were leaning left and right, and every time a guy behind her raised his hand we raised out hand. We took a break from the training and we got on a small jet and were flying. I was up wandering around talking to people and someone asked if I had thought about opening my own business and I was saying that no, I wasn’t afraid of changing industries because as long as you have a good product, good marketing/sales and good customer support, the rest would fall into place. About that time the plane got really turbulent. We were all trying to get back to our seats. As I put on my seatbelt the plane flipped and i realized were going to crash. We landed in a field and I thought we were going to run into a tree. We stopped just short but I was trying to brace for impact. I tried to protect my head and one leg hoping I could crawl out. Everyone was ok but we were trying to get off the plane before it caught on fire and I was trying to call Michael. My phone had upgrades while it was off and I couldn’t figure out how to do it and I accidentally did a group call with Michael and Monica. She answered and I said I was sorry I wasn’t trying to call her and she said, “well why did I answer then?” I was so frustrated and in shock I think I said that my plane crashed but I was ok and trying to call Michael. Then I woke up.
I dreamed I was back in school and didn’t have the proper supplies. I had gone upstairs and was going to English. (I wasn’t sure I had the right class.) when I got there I saw my old elementary school friend Alison was there and had brought a whole pack of plain dark colored markers. I had a multi colored pack and remembered I was supposed to have the other. The teacher was a mean old woman so I expected to get in trouble.
I dreamed that one of Dylan’s friends invited me to go to Hawaii at the last minute. Their family had a private plane and it was a spur of the moment trip. In my dream, though, I was traveling with people my own age.
Gerald, an old teacher of mine who passed away several years ago, was flying the plane. We arrived and it was still early morning. Out first stop was their house but not everyone was awake. It was only 9 am there. I sat outside on a bench and petted a gray kitten I called Smokey. Buster was there and at first they were afraid of each other but then he started licking the kitten and they became friends. They had a bowl of candy that included a few pieces of candy and then some nerds. I ate it all and then felt guilty so was planning to buy them replacement candy. I was eating right out of the bowl and so I got all the nerds wet and so ate them all. I was waiting until a little later to call my parents and tell them where I was.
Dylan’s Friend’s sister came out and I mentioned a friend he no longer hangs out with. She said, “Oh, you still remember the night ladies?” And I said of course I did.
Then we were supposed to go and volunteer at a place (nursing home I think.) as everyone was walking in, something started hurting my eye. I went into a CVS – like store to get eye drops. As I walked in, an older lady I didn’t know said she had some so I didn’t have to buy them but I ignored her. This was the fanciest CVS I had ever seen and looked more like a cosmetics counter in a high end department store. I started worrying that the eye drops, having to be flown in, would be really expensive. I never found any, so I went in the bathroom. There was a big red mark in my left eye and I rinsed it with water. When I came out, the older lady had waited for me and handed me the eye drops. They were scented and I was worried they might irritate my eye. I struggled to put them in- I squeezed and nothing came out but eventually it did and it helped my eye a lot.
I had gone to this place to work on my psychic abilities. When I got there there was a wonderful older woman there helping me and I could immediately start to see a difference. She taught me to fly and there was a record player in the room that somehow magnified things back to me. So I would ask a question and then could hear the answer from this machine. At one point during our session there were legs with yellow shoes that belonged to a life sized doll hanging outside the window. I pointed them out and she said “oh dear” and brought the doll in through the window. And we hugged it and it was fine then. She left, presumably to handle that., and I laid on the bed to practice. I couldn’t fly or do anything but the energy was getting stronger and stronger. I could feel the vibrations but instead of me moving I pulled everything toward me. When I stopped she was outside the door but didn’t want to interrupt. She was just starting to talk to me about what happened when I woke up.. I was sweaty and shaky.
At one point we were talking about my aunt Shelly and she said that something could be explained by mental illness. I told her she had depression.
I dreamed I was at some kind of a school dance. It was the kids’ school though not mine. One of their teachers was supposed to dance and he picked me to dance with. I told him that he should choose another mom but he said no and so I felt proud that he picked me. Afterward, he went into a locker room. I left him a gift outside the door and left. I thought to myself that I should have proposed to him. Then I went to catch a flight. It was an international flight and I was supposed to be on it an hour early. I was sitting in the gate area reading a book. It had a terrible ending- just suddenly ended without closure. I got up and realized my flight had already boarded and they wouldn’t let me on. I finally got on and it was the Olympic swimming team but they were all sick and quarantined with all these tubes. It was awful.
I was in school, and I was taking a final exam of some sort. I was in a classroom that wasn’t my normal one, because someone called and asked what room I was in, and I had to look around for clues. I told them that it looked like a history classroom.
The test was made up of watching a commercial about bears and answering questions about the commercial. The top section was a scorecard, and the bottom was a table designed for comments. The test was really hard, and it felt like I worked on it for a really long time. Finally, I finished. The teacher, who I liked, was calling us in one by one to review the test. When it was my turn, I had missed many of the items in the scorecard, and most of the comments (many of which I had left blank.) I had gotten a 55% for a score, and I was devastated. I started to tell her that I just didn’t want to do this – that I didn’t want to spend an hour trying to understand a 30 second commercial, but then she gave me the chance to do it over (and had done so for a few other people as well) so I was glad that I didn’t tell her I didn’t want to do it.
First, she gave me a giant blanket, and it was too big and unwieldy for me to write on. I was on the floor and tried going into a closet, but once I wrote something on the blanket, it was so big that I couldn’t find the answer again.
I then tried again on the original test paper, but it was so tiny, I couldn’t even fit a few words in the spaces, and I had decided I would write a lot of detail about every question to try to make up for it.
Finally, I settled on using a spiral bound notebook, and I would first write the question, then give the numeric answer, and then write details/comments after that. I realized as I started writing the first question in the notebook that I had read all of the questions wrong to start with. For example, the first question was not a rating about the commercial itself, it was about how the bears felt. It was really hard to understand the question and also to stay focused.
As a child, I never really minded school as much as some others did. The fact that I wasn’t lost, and I didn’t THINK I was ill prepared for the test was a good sign (normally those are the things I struggle with when I dream about school.) This dream was different since I thought I had done well, and then my teacher (my shadow self) told me I had misunderstood. On the bright side, the path of correction was clear – I had the chance to do it over again, and this time, read the instructions and read the questions more clearly.
Does this mean that there is something in my life that I’ve misunderstood? Something that I need to re-think and do differently? How do I figure out what part of my life that is?
I think that maybe I’ve gotten distracted with the “psychic” Facebook group that I joined. While it’s interesting and really neat to read about some of the topics, they seem to be focused on “mediumship” and let’s face it, I have no desire to communicate with those who have passed on. It’s compelling to try to see ghostly faces in pictures that are posted, but not really of much value to me and what I want to do in my life. On the flip side, the fact that I didn’t want to do the analysis of the commercial is pretty indicative of how I feel about interpreting my dreams sometimes. The big ones – the ones that have strong emotions or easy meanings or synchronicity in my waking life – those are easy! But to sit down and pull apart dreams that (on the surface) seem so random is a bit more challenging – especially with all of the potential work that could go into it.
The fact that I was in a history room… again, I’m not necessarily interested in history on the surface. I never enjoyed that subject in school (although as an adult, when I have specific ties to a part of history, it becomes more interesting.) But the setting is said to be an important part of the dream.
The fact that the commercial was about bears – hmmm, I don’t have any particular history with bears. I did have another dream about bears, and much like this one, it was very frustrating and tiring. In both cases, I was not very familiar with bears, and I was frustrated with the process of researching them and learning more about them. Could bears be my dreams? Scary, dangerous to my ego, something I’m very unfamiliar with?
The fact that when I went back and read the question closer, it was asking about the feeling of the bears could point to my own feelings. How do I FEEL about what’s happening? How do I FEEL about the dreams?
I included something about Goldilocks in the title of this post, because a) of course there were bears but b) when trying to resolve the situation I had to try something too big (the blanket), too small (the test paper) and ultimately find something JUST RIGHT (the notebook.) I suppose with any new endeavor, there is a bit of trial and error, and especially when working with symbols, it’s easy to dig too deep or remain too much on the surface. By going back to the basics (with my dream notebook?) and making sure I try to understand the question, perhaps that will help me stay focused on what God is asking me to hear.
I was at school, and it was the last few days before school was out for the summer. I didn’t know which class was next, but unlike my normal dreams (when I have no idea where to go or how to find out) this time I had a schedule. I thought to myself that I never used to forget where I was going next while I was in school. I went to a history class (I think it was history.) The teacher asked me to arrange for an overhead projector for the next class. I also needed to do that for my science class. Someone brought me the book that I needed to fill out to check out the equipment, and I started to fill out the form to reserve it. Then in my science class, I left to go drop them off at the front desk. After school, I was walking out and the history teacher was at the front desk. He yelled out to pick up the projector on the way to class. I was thinking it would be too heavy for me, but then I realized he was asking the guy behind me to do it. The guy was in my class, but I didn’t know him.
We were supposed to watch the new Peanuts movie in class on the last day. It had not yet been released, but it was going straight to the DVD. I was telling Mom about it – in the plot, Lucy killed all the others and it was a comedy – not a normal Peanuts movie. I wondered if it would be appropriate, and if we were on a waiting list to get it, or if we should try to download it via iTunes. Then we were stuck in traffic, and I thought we were going to be watching in our cars and blocking traffic. (In another part of the dream, we saw protesters blocking traffic too.) Alex had to get home because over the summer, he was going to be working three jobs – two were at different hotels and a third job was not related but I don’t remember.
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