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.

Camp Capers

I dreamed I was at some sort of camp. I went to the bathroom and the toilet had overflowed. I got poopy water all over my shoes and feet. I also spilled my makeup bag in the poopy water. It was gross. Different groups had set up camp differently- done with cots and done with blankets and sleeping bags spread out neatly and uniformly on the ground.

 


As I thought more about this dream throughout the morning, the meaning became more clear. In my personal My personal dream dictionary bathrooms tend to represent  a “safe place” for me. They tend to show up as places I go to get ready, or places I go to hide. In real life, my company is in the middle of a merger. My job security is uncertain, and so I’m considering what to do if I need to start looking for a new job (after 13 years at this one!) Meanwhile, back at the farm, I’ve gained about 100 lbs and am not in great shape. I have a fear of interviewing for new jobs – afraid that people will have a bad impression of me and not hire me because of my appearance. I’ve been focusing in the last few weeks on starting a new health care plan (diet, exercise, etc.) so this is top of mind. I think that my “safe place” or comfort zone has been compromised, and I’m worried about how my appearance will affect me. The different camps represent different companies (who have their affairs neatly in order) and I’m walking by with poop on my virtual shoes.

Wining and Whining

I dreamed I was in the bathroom and people kept coming in. It began with mom and when I yelled at her she said she had been drinking. Then she brought in this man and woman. I was furious they came in while I was on the toilet. I went into the kitchen and started yelling, telling everyone they could do whatever they wanted but don’t come in my bathroom or bedroom. They had high school athletes there and were getting them drunk. I poured myself a glass of tea into a vase  and then tried to pour a glass of wine. The wine was hanging upside down in a wooden holder but it wasn’t dripping for some reason. When I pulled it out, it sprayed all of the wall. Then I accidentally poured the wine into the same vase as the tea so it was ruined. I tried to put the wine back into the holder and it poured out everywhere. I was so annoyed. I went back into the bedroom and was trying to get Buster to come in before I closed the door. He went into another room instead. He finally came in and had a Dentastick so I knew that was why.  The people came in again. The woman and man jumped on my bed in their shoes. I had a waterbed and was terrified it would break. They just laughed when I told them to get off the bed.

While I was in the room, I found a video of myself as a little girl. I didn’t know where it came from because no one I knew had/used a video camera but I knew I couldn’t ask mom.

People also kept coming in to talk about cleaning. Someone had cleaned up and had a bag of trash and there was a purple stuffed animal in the top of it. I was annoyed, thinking that they should have saved that and donated it. Then someone (one of the high school boys) asked if they should have, and I said I do if I have a box started for donations. Then Drew came in and said he forgot that today was the day to clean — (something) and he was going to start now. I told him he was doing a very good job with the schedule, and he asked if I would buy him a ring. I wasn’t sure what kind (class ring maybe?) but told him maybe.

The alter-ego of drugs

I had a terrible dream. Alex had been acting strangely. I came in and he asked to do something and I said no. He started sobbing and shaking and rocking hysterically. Come to find out he was on drugs. He went to rehab and when he came back he wanted to go running through the alleys with friends but we wouldn’t let him for fear he would find drugs. We were worried there were drugs hidden at the house too. Then we found these tiny dolls that you could hold in your hand. He freaked out and bit their heads off. I somehow knew they were alive and had something to do with the drugs. He wanted to swallow their heads and I said no that I would flush them down the toilet. When I went into the bathroom though, someone had an accident and there was poop and vomit everywhere. When I flushed the toilet it just kept coming back up. It was terrible and I was afraid I would never be able to get rid of the dolls. We were in another house somewhere and Alex really wanted to fly home. We were considering it but then realized that his mom wasn’t going to be in town and neither of us would be. We felt like he wanted to just move out and live on his own. It was sad and scary and we weren’t sure what to do.

A different kind of camp

I was at a camp only it was in a huge mansion. I was aling around the perimeter of the house and Was about to take the trash to the street. Someone (maybe Austin’s friend Joseph’s) grandma asked if I wanted to go down the street and deliver something to another house. I said sure but that I wanted to put on tennis shoes instead of flip flops. I went into my room and then thought I would go to the bathroom too. It was the first time I had been in the bathroom and there were around 20 light switches on the wall but none of them seemed to work. I sat down on the toilet and it was a bidet and I was worried since I couldn’t see to read the instructions.

I was wearing grey workout pants and so I grabbed a grey and red tshirt to wear but it ended up being a sweatshirt which would be too hot.

We left and walked down the store and the other house was like a big frat house and had a tropical theme outdoors. We walked in and the air was thick with marijuana smoke. Someone (maybe Katy) came storming out saying that everything had marijuana in it. She said that te name of the house might as well mean Mississippi marijuana. There were five or six boys laying around on couches and they were mad saying, “why didn’t you tell us your mom was coming?” I told them it wouldn’t have mattered because the smell was so strong there would be no hiding it. They had all sorts of desserts (donuts, rice Krispy treats, brownies) but I couldn’t eat any of them because they had pot in them. Then we started examining every piece of furniture and small bags of pot were sewn into them. Literally everything in the house had some in it. Ben had been by earlier and been sent with some, but he didn’t know it.

Things aren’t as clean as they appear

We had gotten home and our housekeeper and her daughter were cleaning our house. They had been to a concert, and they were wearing dresses and looked very pretty. I wondered why they hadn’t changed clothes before cleaning though.

We were trying to get ready to leave. Michael’s sister and her family had been visiting and just left? And they had found a lot of old shirts I didn’t know I still had. I was excited.  I had to go to the bathroom and had terrible diarrhea. I couldn’t finish because people kept trying to come in. Finally I did and the toilet was clogged. I unclogged it but then Michael picked it up and put it in a swimming pool. It got it clean but then I was worried about the water in the pool being contaminated. Jessica chimed in and told us about how kids were getting sick because of glow sticks in the pool too.

We left and went to Michael’s friend Nancy’s house. She had just installed a swing over her pool. It was very high and looked very scary. I was worried she would hurt herself.

The Law of the Archer

I was in a building with a lot of law offices.  The halls were very dark and very long.  All of the doors were closed and they were made of some dark wood.  They all looked the same.  I went to the bathroom and had to pay attention to which door I went in.  Someone was in it, but when they left they went out a door on the other side (sort of like when there are elevators with doors on both sides of them.)  So I never saw the person who left.  When you went in, the toilet was low on the ground so you had to squat/crouch on it.  When I went back into the office, I was trying to shoot someone with an arrow – like a devious sprite or something.  The bow broke, so I ended up stabbing her in the back with an arrow.