The Search for Solutions

I dreamed that someone (a couple) was coming to stay in my granny’s house. When they pulled up they saw a broken rosary hanging in one of the windows and said they wouldn’t stay in that room. I couldn’t tell from the outside which room that was in but we promised they could stay in a different room.

Evidently, I knew that the house (or at least part of the rooms) were haunted but I didn’t tell them. We started to set them up in Granny’s room and then realized that the bed was a single bed and it was weird- not a normal mattress but a leather-like hospital bed. Also there was a bench in the room covered in mouse poop. So we switched them to a different room but that was the one with the broken rosary.

Before I could reach a resolution on that dream, it switched and mom and dad were visiting. Suddenly they were the ones looking for a room and we told Dylan that the only logical choice was for them to stay with him in his apartment. (which he doesn’t have IRL) He didn’t want anyone staying with him.

Also woven in, there was an escape room. Apparently I had a group of friends and every week we would go to an escape room. We had almost mastered one but sometimes still made a mistake. While mom was in town we were going to go to a different one.

On the way I stopped at a library to get a library card. It was a difficult process but we got it done. It required filling out several forms and finding certain books and scanning pages.

We then left for dinner.

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Running, Worrying, Waiting

I dreamed that Alex and I both had jobs at a place. We were in different sections but I saw him in passing from time to time. One day we were under attack. I was in an auditorium and men with machine guns came in. Someone really close to me got shot at. I put my hands up but they didn’t care. So I ran and escaped out the side door. I was looking for Alex and saw a giant Winnie the Pooh balloon. I knew without a doubt that’s where he would be. Sure enough he was hiding behind it and when I found him he gave me a big hug. Then we were separated again and I was working in the stained glass division which, for some reason, I thought made me safer.

Our life became repetitive threats though- at any time, these men could come in killing. I started sitting near the far doors in auditoriums so I could be among the first one la out of a room. One day two men burst in on me and another girl while we were using the bathroom. The bathroom was weird- no stalls just two toilets next to each other, but by this point we didn’t have any shame. They weren’t there to kill us though, just to clean up water in the bathroom. They said they would come back the next week.

We were trying to come up with an escape plan but hadn’t by the time I woke up. The dream was very repetitive- running, worrying, waiting. Running, worrying, waiting.

Psych-U

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.

Expensive Problem Solving

My dreams this morning ran together, so I’m not sure where one stopped and the next started.  My apologies for a bit of a ramble!

It started with some sort of a ghost story at the Chapel.  I wrote down:

Stupid fake ghost story.

Broke the Internet. Had to take down.

Church window?

Then, it became a work dream.  I was trying to figure out a problem, and suddenly I was in a plane flying.  I think I was the pilot.  I was flying higher and higher, and was among clouds, then suddenly I broke through and I was high – flying fast – and I could see all the stars.  They were big, and bright and beautiful!  They were normal stars (not like the stars in my “first” dream) but they were breathtaking, nonetheless.  I can’t really read my writing at the bottom of the page – something about seeing the stars, or perhaps see 13 stars???  The flying was amazing though.

Then later, I was at work, and Elizabeth called me.  She asked, “How much do you think it costs to fly the plane?”  I didn’t know, and she said it costs $11,000, and I had to find a way to pay her back for flying it.  I thought to myself that it was very much worth the $11K.  About that time, I was paid an $8,000 bonus, and then Scott W. nominated me for an award that was going to pay $2,000.  So I thought to myself, “That’s not too bad – I only have to come up with $1,000.”

Zombie Dorm

I was in a city that was being taken over by zombies.  I was in a dorm building.  I seemed to have this dream two different times, because there were two different sequences of actions.  In the dorms, there were lots of doors – some locked and some didn’t.  In the upstairs hallways, there were exterior doors that led into the hallway, but then there were also interconnected rooms that just opened to one another, and did not connect to the hallway.  I was trying to decide if I should lock those or keep them open – which was a greater risk?Snip20160522_3

By De Vries, David [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

The first time that I was in this dream, I was obsessed with cleaning the rooms as I locked them.  The second time, I was just locking the doors and windows.  The first floor doors didn’t lock, so we had to assume that the zombies would get into the building, and just lock the doors on the second floor.  There was lots of running from room to room.  At one point, I climbed into a window.  I went to a meeting in a bar*, and it started with a prayer.  I had a baby carriage with me.  All my liberal friends left and looked at me like, “What are you doing here?”  Jon W. from church was there, and he was trying to sell me cases of Snickers bars.  It was $200 for a case of snickers.  I bought two individual bars for $6.  At the end, a friend who was on the “other side” of the war was setting up codes that we could use to share information.  At one point, I was in what felt like a basement of a house with several different rooms.  Some rooms had doors that linked to tunnels that went outside.  There was a living space and a bathroom.  Lots and lots of doors (which, for obvious reasons, is a risk when you are trying to fortify against zombies.)

*Maybe instead of it being two dreams, I was in the dorm before the meeting and then again after the meeting.

Haunted House

Right before I woke up this morning, I had a very strange (and long) dream.  We had bought a new house… this time, the new house was actually the one we are in now (that we moved into last August.)  And our old one (not our actual old one) was up for sale.  Our realtor and friend Lynn was selling it, and it was staged really cutely!  I’d gotten a text from Donald Trump saying he was single again if I was interested.  I answered him and said I was married, but I did have a house for sale if HE was interested.  We met him out at a restaurant, but that part of the dream was a blur that I don’t really remember.

Then we were in the new house, but there was a dead body  there.  We didn’t know how to get rid of it, so we just kept it in a black trash bag.  I don’t know how it came to be there.  We had to have people over to our new house, and we had delayed as much as we could, but our friend (and former homeowner association president’s wife) Nancy said we had to.  We were trying to figure out if we could put the bag in an area that was off limits.  That night, she was spending the night but was sleeping in an outside shed.  Michael and I were asleep and I woke up to a terrible storm.  The window in the bedroom had blown open, and it was blowing and lightening outside.  Our radio came on, and identified our yard as being the most haunted place in somewhere (the city? the state?)  They said they’d studied it, and you can see the ghosts at night.  I went and shut the window and tried to lock it, but none of them were locking properly.  I think I finally got them locked, after several tries.  Then the phone rang.  I went out to lock the garage door, and Michael said not to lock it because we promised to leave it open if Nancy needed anything.  Nancy was on the phone and she was updating the emergency contact list for the neighborhood.  She had replaced one person with us.  We got to someone else on the list, and Michael asked “Do they have a bigger house ghost than us?”  I looked at him horrified, and he winked like it was funny.

Late again…

I was talking to someone who was checking into the hospital.  (Maybe David?)  I asked if he needed anything, and he said “snuff” and told me a brand, so I wrote it down.  Then I remembered that my friend Adelia was in the hospital, and she had asked for a painted piece of wood with ivy on it, a small bottle of alcohol, and some mint M&Ms. (Do they even make mint M&Ms?)  I drove by, because I was really late and thought maybe she had checked out, but she was still there – I saw her  and another woman through the window.  So I was going to take the stuff even though I was late.  I was driving my Saturn and had gone to the school.  I was first in line and then got stuck in the “out” line because the gate was blocked until the bell rang.  Then I left and called mom to say I was going to miss band, but Mom turned into my friend Sloan and said she didn’t care.  She said she was too focused on the “garden” event (something in RL that is happening at the Chapel) and that would be her last hurrah. As I was driving to pick up the items to take to the hospital, it was still dark, and there were shadow men who tried to jump out and make me run off the road, but I was expecting them and missed them.  I got to church at 8:45 and went to the painting class, where I was expecting to paint the block of wood with the ivy.  However, there was also someone painting porcelain plates as well as the wooden plaques.  I think the artists were my friend Mary Lea and her son Daniel.  I needed to get the ivy plaque to take to Adelia.