The Giant Giraffe

Wow. . .I realize that it's been a while
since I've had a good dream
to add to this blog. ..
.. .this should be worth the wait!

Last night,
I dreamt that I was with someone named Anne.
She wasn't my mother,
but was an older woman, a motherly type.

We were at some sort of street festival.
There were all sorts of booths and stands
lining the streets of the neighborhood we were in.
. . . Vendors, Food, Art, Music. . .
. . just an atmosphere of festivity.
There were a lot of people walking around.

We (Anne and I) needed to get to another area.
As I recall,
we needed to walk three blocks down
and then go to the left.
I'm not sure what that area was,
but I got the impression that it was a restricted area,
but that the people there were expecting us. .
. . .or at least, that we had permission
to enter that area.

But there were so many people
that it just seemed like three blocks
would take forever.

Anne said she had an idea.
We were at a store or restaurant
that I think she owned.
It was higher than the rest of the places,
sort of like on a plateau.
She then came out with two giant animals:
A Giant Giraffe and a Giant Ostrich.
She said that we would ride these animals,
that they could walk quickly over all of the venders and peoples.

She mounted the ostrich
and I rode the Giraffe.
We decided that we would each ride at our own pace
but would wait for each other
once we reached each corner.

The first street we had to cross
was right there where her restaurant was.
Basically, the giant animals
just had to take a stop down
to get off of the plateau
and then just cross the street.
She managed fine,
but I couldn't get the Giant Giraffe
to step down and cross.
She came back
and showed me how to guide the animal.

Once I knew how to direct the Giant Giraffe
I managed just fine.
I got the Giraffe to step down
and cross the street.
We proceeded just fine.
When we arrived at the first street corner
I paused to wait for Anne and her Giant Ostrich.
I didn't see her anywhere.

I looked ahead to see if she went on ahead of us.
I looked down the other street
to see if she had already turned and gone to the left.
And then I looked back
to where we started from.

She was still on the plateau
at the restaurant.
Her Ostrich sat down
and just wouldn't get up.

I decided to go back
and see what had happened.

As I neared the plateau
I saw yet another giant animal.
This was a Giant Lion.
He was scratching his claws,
as housecats do.
I think he was one of Anne's special animals as well.

I stepped up on to the platuea with my Giant Giraffe
and saw that the Giant Ostrich
was simply too tired and just wanted to rest.

The funny thing about this dream
is that no one thought that these giant animals
were strange or out of place.
The people just saw them
as a normal part things.

So. . .
What do these animals represent?
Why did I get to ride the Giant Giraffe?
Who is Anne?
(I don't know her in my waking life.)
And why did she get the Giant Ostrich?
Why was the Ostrich tired?
What of the Lion?
What is this restricted area we were going to?
Why didn't we end up getting there?
And what was this street festival/fair about?

Secret Studio

Once again,
I had a dream about a secret room.

This secret room was at church.
It was a secret recording studio.

In real life,
the church in my dream
does have a recording studio.
But it's not "secret."
In fact,
in real life,
many have recorded there.

But in my dream,
the secret studio was actually
in the sactuary area.
It was secret in that only a very few
knew that it existed.
And yet,
it was right in front of their noses
just above the sactuary.

From inside the studio
you could see the entire enterior of the church.
It was all windows, large plates of glass.
How it was that you could see out
but people in the church couldn't see in
I do not know.

The technology was just fabulous!
Something as simple as
burning a copy of a CD was amazing.
You could take an ordinary CD
and just copy what music you wanted.
For example,
instead of copying all of the music,
you could just copy the guitar part.
The program would just remove
the other music for you.

And the room itself was pristine.
Clean.
Well cared for.
Those who knew this room existed
obviously took great care of this space.

How it is that I was invited
to know about this room
I don't know.
But somehow,
for some reason,
I was one of the chosen musicians
who able to share in this sacred space.

NOTE:
That I dream a bit about churches
is no surprise as in my waking world
I work for a church.
In fact, I work part-time
for three different churches.
But what does all of this dreaming
about secret rooms mean?
What's the secret?
What's the room?
Where's the room?

Trapped in the Choir Room

I fell asleep this afternoon.
And, as things would have it,
I had another dream!

I dreamt that I was on my way
to choir rehearsal.
(I do sing in the choir
in my awake life.)

Ruben was leading the rehearsal.
Ruben was a very talented guitarist.
In actuality,
he died awhile ago.

Anyway,
Ruben was leading the rehearsal.
Really, it wasn't so much a rehearsal
as a run through of things
before worship.
I was running late.
As I arrived
things were just finishing up.

Everyone was leaving,
but I sat down
to get my music in order
after having received the song list from Ruben.

It was a larger rehearsal room.
I think it was underneath the church,
Like a basement social hall or something.
It definitely was on a lower level.
Except it wasn't a hall
it was clearly a music room. . .
. . music stands, choral seating,
piano, etc.

Everyone had left
and then I heard someone calling.
She was on the floor above,
but not in the church.
She tried to come down through the elevator
but something happened.
A myriad of plastic toys
had gotten in the way
in the elevator shaft.
The elevator couldn't come all the way down.
I told her to try to go back up
and come down the elevator
on the others side of the building.

And then I walked around
to where the other elevator was.
The doors suddenly burst open
and tons and tons and tons
of plastic toys came spilling out.

She eventually made it to the music room
via a stairwell.
It really was more like a fire escape,
except that it was in the building.
It was very narrow
and you had to pull the stairs down
in order to use them.
We didn't know where all the toys came from.

So,
what does this mean?
This is the second time today
that I dreamt of someone
who has already passed on.
What does that mean?
What does the elevator mean?
And an elevator going down???
Plastic toys?