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.

Diagnosis and Deeds

I had gone to the doctor to get test results.  There, a nurse showed me a picture, and I had white dots inside.  In my dream, they were on my uterus (impossible, since I had a hysterectomy in real life.)  Instead of  a round sphere, the surface was covered by indentations – much like the skin of an orange, except each indentation was larger and white.  There was no pain.

I asked if I should be concerned, and she said yes – she was surprised the doctor hadn’t talked to me yet.  I was worried they would eat through and become holes instead of dents.

I never got to talk to the doctor.  Then I was in Dr. Chen’s office, but it was on a busier street (it’s how I imagine a New York street in a neighborhood.)  I was in the waiting room with Michael, and decided not to go.  I looked out the big glass window, and saw a school bus with the #7 on it.  That was my bus, although I couldn’t remember the name of the school.  I ran out, and at first, the bus started to pull away.  Then they heard me knocking and backed up.  The bus driver (female) asked, “Why are you on my bus?” and I said I was always a car rider.  I tried to walk to the back, and most seats had a person in them.

A bully (male) wouldn’t let me pass, so I said, “Don’t worry.  I’m not going to sit with you.”  I went back toward the front and sat in an empty seat.  Behind me was a girl sitting by herself in an aisle seat so no one could sit with her.  The bully came up and grabbed my planner, and started ripping it apart.  I was screaming and crying; then I bit his side hard until he let go.  My planner had my dreams written in it as well as dates.  No real damage was done, though the pages were starting to come out of their binding.  I was mad and upset because the bus driver just watched and didn’t intervene.

Time for Change

This dream was in three parts, with the end tying back to the beginning.  Perhaps more importantly, it alluded to my earlier dream Alpha, part 2.

It began with me at work.  I worked in the old building with Mindy (the lawyer who currently goes to church with me at the Chapel.  The company had been taken over by a new company that was a bad pharmaceutical company that was going to do testing on people.  They were taking over the building, and had already started construction.  They were installing these very nice showers in every room – each one had multiple shelves and jets of water (I want to say five each) on the sides.  Mike M (a current colleague of mine) had been using those showers in the office, but he had to stop because customers were going to begin using them once they had tested products.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and I had gone to a floating house in the water.  I was with a man (that I don’t know in real life.)  At the far corner of the house, there was an open window I’d left open earlier, and I was going to close it.  It was on the very edge of an open-air “dock” type of porch, and I was afraid of heights, so I didn’t want to close it.  The man I was with went to close it.  Then we had to dive into the water to swim back to shore. We took off our clothes to swim, but this wasn’t that big a deal.  I had my black dress shoes and my phone in my hand when I jumped in.  It was hard to swim while carrying these items, and it felt like I dropped something.  I panicked, but I still had the shoes and phone, so I wondered what I had dropped, but I couldn’t figure it out.  We got out of the water and were walking along another dock , and looked down.  Earlier, we had noticed some shadows under the water but didn’t look closely.  This time, as we were walking past, we saw shoes under the water and realized that the shapes were dead bodies.  Someone had killed five people and tied them underwater.  It was a horrifying feeling.  Suddenly, I was the man, and was trying to walk quickly, hoping the woman would catch on and follow.  I (He) didn’t want the killer to see us, or to know that we saw the bodies.  We didn’t want others to think we did it.  I was so horrified I woke up.

When I went back to sleep, the dream continued, but I was back on the job search.  Apparently, I was still planning to work at the bad pharmaceutical company, but I had to re-interview, and it required filling out an extensive psychology questionnaire/test.  Several pages were filled with questions about vocabulary, and my mom was there filling it out, and that is what she was worried about.  I told her not to worry – she had a wonderful vocabulary.  In fact, those questions didn’t seem so hard to me.  I had jumped ahead to the word problems that were more mathematical in nature.  I had spent 4 hours just answering the first three questions, and I was stuck on a problem about clocks.  I sat down in a swing and was trying to figure it out.  The problem showed two clocks, and each clock had 4 hands on it.  The question simply asked “What is the time difference?”  I was trying to find a pattern.  I looked up, and the clocks were real – they were on the wall on the other side of a window in what looked like a small storefront where Michael was. First, I thought that perhaps each clock showed both the time in OUR universe and the time in the OTHER universe.  I was going to look for the set of hands that was larger on each clock, and calculate the difference in those; then look for the set of hands that were smaller on each clock, and calculate the difference in those – then add the two numbers together.   As hard as I looked, I couldn’t tell if there was a difference in size in the hands though.  Then I thought I’d compare like colors.  For example, if a clock had 2 blue hands, I would compare that time with the two blue hands on the other clock.  But one clock had two blue hands and I THINK the other set was red; however, on the second clock, there was a set of blue hands, then one green hand, and one yellow hand.  I asked Michael what he thought, and he said, “Oh, I haven’t even looked at the clock” and kept doing whatever it was he was doing.  As I was thinking about this, I was swinging higher and higher – faster and faster.  The sensation was similar to the flying sensation I had in Alpha, part 2 and also in The Road, and That Which Blocks It.  And I KNEW that the clocks were somehow linked to the other universe.  As I swung higher and higher, I got very cold, and I said that I would need a coat and hat if I was going to continue to swing!  At some point in this dream (maybe a prior problem?) there were three snow globes, and I woke up thinking that those were vitally important in figuring out the clock problem!


 

Mindy, law firm

in other offices

bad pharma co.

Mike M. was taking showers in the office – has to stop b/c customers will use to test products.

Went to floating house in the water.  Had left windows open and was going to close.  One was on the very edge.  Scared of heights.  Was not going to close then the man I was with was going to.  Took off clothes to swim.  I held black dress shoes and phone and jumped in.  Hard to swim.  Dropped something and not sure what.  By dock had seen shadows (5) under the water on the way back saw pair of shoes and realized someone had killed them and tied them underwater.  Horrifying feeling.  Suddenly, I was the man and was trying to walk quickly hoping the woman would catch on and follow.  Didn’t want the killer to see or know we saw.  Didn’t want others to think we did it.  So horrified I woke up.

The dream continued when I went back to sleep…

I was going to have to re-interview for the job – same place that is now the product testing place.  There were pages and pages of psychology testing to prep for the job interview.  I had dreamed about 3 snow globes and I thought that was really meaningful.  The paperwork was so hard it took me 4 hours for 3 questions, but I was determined to do it and hell bent on finding a job that would appreciate the effort.  Mom was also filling it out and was worried about the vocabulary sections, but I told her she would be fine with those.  I was on a swing, and there was a problem about 2 clocks.  The clocks were real – in an area through a window where Michael was.  The question was “What is the time difference?”  It was hard to tell which were the big hands and which were little hands – if there were 2 different sizes, I would have done big hand/big hand + little hand/little.  If two sets were blue and 2 were red, I’d have done that.  But on one clock the other was green and the other was yellow.  I asked Michael, and he said he hadn’t even looked at the clock, but when he did he didn’t comment about the extra set of hands.  *other universe* I was swinging so high and so fast that it was very cold and I said I needed a coat and hat.

Three snow globes