Last night I dreamed that I met a personal trainer. He resembled Jason Momoa only he was more clean cut with neater hair and fewer tattoos. But his build was very similar – he was HUGE! Normally I don’t like super-muscular men, but he was very attractive. He started helping me with something and had his arms around me. We started dating.
In the midst of this, there were large locker rooms with rows and rows of showers. There was a debate about whether or not the showers should remain, and I pointed out how many people were using them. I said that women used to just walk around stinky all day but now we have a better option. There were concerns about privacy, but no one really looked at anyone else in the shower. At one point, there was even a man in there, but he was looking down at the ground not at any of the showers. It was strange that they had clear doors rather than opaque though.
Then we were telling someone (a family member? a team leader?) that he needed to make sure that the other personal trainer didn’t go with us on family vacation again, because this new one would be going. Apparently, we were going to pay him to work out with us. I was talking to another girl/woman and we wondered if this man was actually going to tell the old guy (who looked a lot like my ex husband Jeff) or if he was going to end up paying for both. We said that we have to stop adding things on and start paying things off.
Then “Jason” and I had gone to Honduras. We were not going to stay for the whole mission trip but we had come to help plan and set up. As the clinics were getting ready to open, we got ready to go back to San Pedro Sula. I realized we didn’t have a ride or any money. Penny Sisson was standing there so I went to ask her how to get a safe taxi. She was very upset with us and said that it wasn’t ok that we just showed up and put a strain on mission resources. I told her not to worry, we would take care of it. I assumed we would be safe because Jason was so big. No one could mess with us really. I figured as we walked, we could hitch a ride on the back of a truck at some point and/or get a taxi in Santa Barbara.
We got to the first city down the mountain and there were several storefronts. I wanted to buy some water but I didn’t have any Honduran limpira. A little boy started walking with us and I recognized him from the village. He took us to a shop where we could exchange $20. He said I wouldn’t like the $50 note, and when I looked it’s because it had a picture of someone stabbing someone else on it. All of the notes were really big, and I asked him if they had changed. I suspected they might be fake, but I trusted him. That’s when I woke up.
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!)
I had a strange dream. I don’t actually remember the whole thing but it had to do with leaders and society. First, people were moving into different houses in the neighborhood. It just so happened that me and my immediate neighbors all moved so we were still neighbors in the same positions- just different parts of the neighborhood. Dad was there, and there was something about ratings PF Changs orange chicken. There was an old house that was burned to the ground. There was a play in which different people performed. Mostly comedians. In the end it was a parody of Donald Trump. Then there was a battle to take over land. I was in the car with an unofficial leader (there was another older, named leader but this young man was calling he shots.) we had mapped out different strategies to take over land. The land parcels were drawn out like square pizza slices with water in between. He ended up saying that every woman needed to swim into this area of water and claim a certain parcel of land. Because he claims added up to more than the star space we ended up claiming all of that plus the next area. He jumped out of the car too fast for us to questions and it was done before we could think too much about it.
At a festival at church. No one had told me what to do so I got a big popcorn machine like they had at the braves game and started making popcorn. We were supposed to be done by midnight and I was finished. Suddenly we were in a school. Whoever was in charge was leaving and Michael and I left with some other guy. Two guys were staying there to get high and we were worried about them. The next morning we came back to church and Davis was doing communion and Ben was helping. The two men were missing and someone told everyone what happened and they were in the hospital. For communion we had water instead of wine and I had my glass covered in foil. One lady asked a question in the middle of communion.
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.
I dreamed that I was someplace on the coast for work. I’d been one place, now this was a different place with beautiful beach views. I went down in the water, and there were waves coming in, but one of them went in my mouth and I got a mouth full of sand! There was a younger girl there (20?) and she wanted to take an “extreme swimming” class. I didn’t want to do it, but I did want to watch her. There was a fish in the water that looked like a zebra – the same markings, but with fish skin instead of fur/hair!
I was at a Florida Georgia Line concert, and they were performing in the center of the stage, but there were two small groups of us (maybe 4 in each?) at tables on either side of the stage. Someone was filming a video, and we were singing with the band. I knew we didn’t look or sound great, but somehow the videographer made us seem great. This was some kind of a ‘fan experience’ and was a lot of fun. I left and went into the parking garage and was going to go to the bathroom, and there was a girl there. She was drunk and passed out. I said I would give her a ride after I went to the bathroom. When I went to the bathroom, I got her some water from the fountain (the water fountains were strange – they had mushroom shapes and sprayed the water really far.) But I managed to fill up a water bottle. When I came back, I gave her the water and said I just wanted to see the end of the show. I started to walk back inside, but then it ended. Security was shepherding people out, and they were yelling “Stay between the blue lines” and there was no way I could get back in. I was very sad, and started to take her to the car, and then Florida Georgia Line came out in the crowd. BK grabbed my arm (Tyler was right behind him) and said thank you for taking care of her. They wanted to check on us, and they walked us to the car.
FL GA Line
video singing w/
girl in garage
came out, gave water
offered ride to girl
wanted to see end – yelling blue lines – but they came out and checked on us and walked to the car.