Wow!
It's been about a year
since I posted in this blog.
My dreams must have been
taking a long vacation.
Until now,
I've not had any interesting dream,
at least,
nothing worth posting here.
But this one has me really wondering. . . .
. . .I had a dream
that there was a box on the wall
in the living room.
In my dream,
I thought that it was an old doorbell,
just a box
that had been painted over and over again
with no real purpose or reason.
My son told me that the box was leaking
so I thought that
maybe there was a problem with the roof
in that area.
I told him to put a container under it.
He did and then he told me
that it was leaking honey.
I told him that in order to leak honey
there would have to be bees.
But no bees.
He tasted it and said thought it was slightly sweet,
it wasn't honey.
It started to leak much heavier
and I told him were to get a much larger container.
We got more and more containers
and started to move the ones that were full
outside.
Thick, but not as thick as honey.
A strange detail to this dream
is that we pulled out every container
I could think of,
every tupperware or casserole dish
I have ever owned
showed up in this dream
as they filled with this substance.
And then something strange happened.
The containers that were on the front porch
suddenly were on the street
or across the street on the sidewalk.
We'd look away for a moment
and then the containers were moved.
No one was in the area
walking down the street
or anything like that.
They just moved when we turned our heads.
It was then
that we realized
that the substance
dripping from the box was extoplasm.
And I got a little scared
because my son tasted it.
We continued to fill containers
and take them outside. . .
So. . .
Why was ectoplasm dripping from my living room?
In real life there is no box,
so was there a box?
What does the box symbolize?
Why so many containers?
Why containers from my past, casserole dishes and the like?
Why did the containers move?
Why did my son taste the extoplasm?
Why did that scare me??
It's been about a year
since I posted in this blog.
My dreams must have been
taking a long vacation.
Until now,
I've not had any interesting dream,
at least,
nothing worth posting here.
But this one has me really wondering. . . .
. . .I had a dream
that there was a box on the wall
in the living room.
In my dream,
I thought that it was an old doorbell,
just a box
that had been painted over and over again
with no real purpose or reason.
My son told me that the box was leaking
so I thought that
maybe there was a problem with the roof
in that area.
I told him to put a container under it.
He did and then he told me
that it was leaking honey.
I told him that in order to leak honey
there would have to be bees.
But no bees.
He tasted it and said thought it was slightly sweet,
it wasn't honey.
It started to leak much heavier
and I told him were to get a much larger container.
We got more and more containers
and started to move the ones that were full
outside.
Thick, but not as thick as honey.
A strange detail to this dream
is that we pulled out every container
I could think of,
every tupperware or casserole dish
I have ever owned
showed up in this dream
as they filled with this substance.
And then something strange happened.
The containers that were on the front porch
suddenly were on the street
or across the street on the sidewalk.
We'd look away for a moment
and then the containers were moved.
No one was in the area
walking down the street
or anything like that.
They just moved when we turned our heads.
It was then
that we realized
that the substance
dripping from the box was extoplasm.
And I got a little scared
because my son tasted it.
We continued to fill containers
and take them outside. . .
So. . .
Why was ectoplasm dripping from my living room?
In real life there is no box,
so was there a box?
What does the box symbolize?
Why so many containers?
Why containers from my past, casserole dishes and the like?
Why did the containers move?
Why did my son taste the extoplasm?
Why did that scare me??
