Flying Frisbee

I had a dream that was really different.

I was looking out of the window
and I saw two men who were very well dressed.
They had on dark suits with ties
and an overcoat.

It was dark,
so I didn't think they could see me.

And then I saw one of them
reach his hand into one of the windows.
I wasn't sure what he was doing,
though later I would realize
that he had a long extension cord
and was just pluggin it in.

I saw them raise something up to their face
and I thought they had guns
and were getting ready to take aim,
so I fled
yelling to others in the house
that men with guns were outside.

When I got to the next room,
I realized that what they actually had was cameras.
They were taking pictures of me.
I couldn't figure out why.
But then I just decided to let it go.
I mean,
they weren't dangerous.

As I sat in the room,
I saw a colorful, transparent disk type thing.
It wasn't really a frisbee,
because it was flat.

Somehow I felt like there was a spirit in the room.
So I called out to it.
I told it to lift the frisbee thing
and bring it to me.

And when I saw the frisbee start moving
I got scared so I got up to leave the room
but the frisbee hit me in the ankle.

I picked it up and went into yet another room.
My son was in there.
I told him what just happened.
He told me to do it again.

And so I did.
I told the spirit to give me the frisbee.
The frisbee came to me
as if someone had thrown it, in true frisbee fashion.
I threw it back,
and then after landing,
it got up and came to me again.

My son tried to do it,
but the spirit would not make a move for him.

We decided to ask the spirit some questions.
I decided to find out if it was male or female.
"You are a women?" I asked.
And then,
what seemed to be a male voice,
said, "Yes."
My son and I laughed.
It was very quite, spoken in a low voice,
but it was clearly audible.

The Secret Room

Another short dream,
but one that is very interesting.

I had a dream that I was in the basement
in the laundry room.
I had a can of Raid
because there were a lot of of those little fruit flies.
I found where they were coming from.
There was a pipe coming out of the wall,
I think it was a water pipe.
But they were tucking themselves in behind the wall.
So, I had the bug spray and was going to spray them out of there.

But then,
I noticed a light coming from the small spaces
around that pipe.
I took a closer look,
and I could see that there was another room,
a secret room on the other side.

I tried to figure out how to get in that room.

But,
before I could figure out how to get in,
my eldest son found the way.
There was secret passage to that room
about half way down the stairs to the basement.

The room was basically,
just another basement.
Cement floor, unfinished walls,
ductwork, etc.

The room seemed to be midpoint
between the first floor and the basement,
which was virtually impossible for it to be so.
But there it was.

We had a secret room.

The Falling Dreams

Last night,
I had two very short dreams.

In the first dream,
I dreamt that I was getting into
a hot air balloon.
Someone else was with me in the balloon,
but I don't remember who it was.

The balloon started to go up.
Before it was too high,
I fell out of it.

Of course,
as soon as I hit the ground
I actually fell on the bed.

Needless to say,
I woke up laughing
when I realized it!

In the second dream,
I was at the top of a very tall building.
As I looked down from the building,
I could see all sorts of people
flying through the air below.

I was afraid to join them
as I wasn't sure that I could fly like them.

I finally got the courage to try.
But I fell.
And.. . .again. . .
I hit the bed as soon as I hit the ground.
Again, I woke up laughing!

I wonder,
what is this?
I mean,
how is it that we wake up
as soon as we hit the ground?

And why is it
that I'm barely awake
but find this so humerous?

And the heck can't I fly
like the rest of the people in my dream?

The Funeral Prayer Card

The blog entry will be short
and to the point.

I had a dream
that I was at my mother's house.

She went out to get the mail.
When she came back in
she said that there was something for me.

I found this odd
as I haven't lived there in decades.

I opened the envelope
with my name on it.

Inside was one of the little prayer cards,
you know,
the kind that you get a funeral home
that has a prayer
or maybe a little something about the deceased.

It had a picture of a lily.
But the information was hand written.
And it seemd to be as though
it was written by a child.

All I can remember
is that the name of the deceased was Mark
and that he died at 17 years of age.

Selling the Basilica

A rather strange dream last night. . .

. . .I dreamt that the church
(The Roman Catholic Church, that is )
was in dire need of financial help.

The church decided
that it was going to sell off a lot of her buildings.
This included selling
St. Peter's Basilica in Rome.

I protested the sale of the Basilica.
While I could understand
selling some of the Catholic school buildings
that were no longer in use,
or other buildings,
I could not understand selling The Basilica.
The Basilica is an historic treasure,
not just for Catholics
but for many people.
I tried to explain this
to church leaders,
but they continued with the plan nontheless.

The church also decided to sell off
all of the rectories.
The parish priests were relocated
to much smaller housing.
The houses were one room homes,
with a very small driveway to park their cars.
It was basically a bed and a bathroom.

All of the priests in a geographical area
(not sure how large the area was)
would have a community building
where they would have their meals
and watch TV and just hang out.
The idea the church had was to
bring the priests back into
a life of community relationship with each other.

In my dream,
I decided to live in one of these house.
I dressed it up very nicely with curtains.
And I planted all sorts of flowers outside.
My house was way better than all of the others.
I was trying to show the priests
who were not keen on the idea
of living in these small houses
that they could be made quite comfortable
and homey.

In the end,
the small houses became quite popular
with single people.
Married couples without children
and older couples with grown children
also liked these one room houses.
And the neighborhoods
all shared the TV room and
had meals together in the community house.
People took care of each other
but still had their privacy.

Church, School and The Little Boy

OK. . .
. . . last night's dream had way too many things going on. . .

First off,
I dreamt I was driving the car,
on my way to church.
It was raining.
I saw a man from my church walking,
so I offered him a ride.

The front passenger seat was all pushed foward
and leaning in,
so he had to adjust it to get in.

When we arrived at church,
it was really a school.
He walked in
and I never saw him again from that point on.

A number of young girls came up to me
and greeted me, hugging me.
I remember thinking
that I didn't have a clue
as to who these girls were.

A teacher, actually I think she was a coach of some sort,
wanted to show me something.
I think some sort of new design
for the cheerleaders uniform.
One of the parents had designed it.
After I looked at it,
I went into the church. . . .
. . again, I know it was a church,
but in my dream it was like a school.

I sat near an Asian family with several children.
The youngest child was very active
and kept talking to me very playfully.
Somehow, I had the idea
that even though I had never met this family before,
they were, somehow,
my own family.

Later,
I was walking around the building,
I saw my mother having lunch
with another woman who in real life is deceased.
I remember telling her that she had to see the child,
especially since she was with her friend.
I took the ladies over to where the family was
that I sat near during church.
She marvelled at how the little boy was growing up so fast.
. . this seemed odd.
Somehow,
this family was my family
even though I had never seen them before this day.