Ectoplasm

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??

Northbound I-75

I had a dream
that my husband and I
were in the car
headed north on I-75.
He was driving.

We were on our way to Detroit.
I needed to be somewhere,
I don't know where,
and he was driving me there.

As we got on the bridge
I noticed that there was
a bit of trouble on the southbound side.

There was not an accident.
Nor was there a back-up.
The cars just seemed to be
moving over
to another lane
all at once.

And then I noticed
that the edge of the bridge
was collapsing.
The cars were trying to
get out of that far lane
so as not to go down with the bridge.

It was only the far lane
was falling down.
The rest of the bridge seemed fine.

As I looked in the rear view mirror
I could see the edge of the bridge
just crumbling away.
But the northbound lanes were fine.

Once we got off at our exit
the entire bridge just collapsed.

So,
what does the collapsing bridge represent?
Why were we save on the northbound side?
Why was it only the edge of the bridge at first,
before the entire sudden collapse of the bridge?
Why did we witness the danger,
but were spared from it?

Fire, A Deck of Cards and Mushrooms

I had a dream
where I was helping a local group of scientists.
I was not told
what it was they were seeking to find.
I was only given certain tasks to do
and then to report on those tasks.

During one experiment
the work was done outside
in the winter.

They created a platform of sorts
out of the snow,
about the size of a card table,
maybe a little bit longer.

They put several packets
on the platform.
Inside each packet
was a card (from a deck of cards)
and a particular substance.
The card and substance
where then wrapped in foil
and the packets
placed on the platform.

The only substance
that I knew about
was the last one,
which contained mushrooms.
I was told to watch
that particular packet.
If it should catch on fire by itself,
the experiment would be a success
and it would have
world wide implications.

But this was a very special deck of cards.
It looked like ordinary playing cards,
but they seemed to have magical powers.
I was playing solitaire
and found the deck
to have more facecards than usual.
When I tried to show one of the scientists
he flipped through the deck of cards
and found them to be quite normal.

I tried again
and it was full of jacks.
There was something mystical
or magical about this deck of cards
but I was the only one
the cards would change for.

Anyhow,
the cards were used in preparing the packets
and the packets
were placed on the snow platform
with the hopes of
the mushroom packet to self ignite.

If any other packets
were to catch on fire
it would make the experiment
one of the most important finds
in contemporary history.
But the scientist really didn’t hope
for much more than
for the mushrooms to self ignite.

One of the reasons
this experiment was done outside in the winter
was to help contain the fire
with the snow.

The scientists then proceeded
to do something at a distance.
Within moments, the mushrooms self -ignited,
then another packet, and another.
Within seconds
all packets on the platform were on fire.

I was excited and shouting
as were all of the scientists.
I didn’t know what they discovered,
but I knew it was BIG.

I ran inside of a church
that was there,
and my friend was getting ready
to lead the music.
I told her that something amazing had happened
and she got equally excited.

There was recorded music played
as the people gathered for church.
I knew one of the songs
and started singing with the CD.
“. . . we become the miracle
that illuminates the night. . .”

Somehow,
I received some jewelry
for participating with the scientists.
I’m not too sure who, exactly,
gave it to me
or when I was “paid” with it,
but I received
a silver bracelet with jade stones. ..
Another person received the same style bracelet,
only her jade stones
were set in gold.

Car Accident

Another car dream. . . .

I had a dream
that I was in the passenger side
of a car,
someone else was driving.
(that's the second time recently
that I've had a dream
where someone else
was driving the car.)

We were going down a street
that I can only describe
as a town square.
We were just passing
a quaint city hall.
There was only one lane going in either direction,
with a center left turn lane.

It was a nice fall day,
beautiful colors and a decent temperature.

Suddenly,
the car in front of us
started to move toward the center lane.
There was an elderly lady driving.
And then,
she just did a total about face.
It was almost as if
she was sliding on ice,
but only there was no ice.

Her car was totally facing
the opposite direction
and she was in the center lane,
moving backward toward the other lane.

There was a car coming
from the opposite direction.
There were two young men in that car.
They tried to avoid hitting that car
so they ended up driving on the side walk.
But there was a railing to one of the buildings
and there car went right into it.
Then, there car just flipped right over.
One of the young men fell out of the car
at that point.
He seemed to very seriously injured.

The person who was driving the car I was in
went into a total shock
at seeing the young man
fall from the car.
He managed to stop our car,
but ran into one of the buildings
on our side of the road,
not wanting to see the young man who was hurt.

When the police came
I told them everything I saw.
After the ambulance took the young men away,
I went into the building
to get the person who was driving our car.
(I'm not sure who it was,
but I think it was a relative or close friend.)
He did not want to drive the car home.
He didn't even want to leave the building.
He would only leave if he could close his eyes
so as not to see.
I had to guide him to the car
as though he were blind.
He kept his eyes closed
until we were totally out of that area.

What does this mean?
Who was driving my car
and why was I on the passenger side again?
Why was there an accident?
Why did I witness the accident?
Who was the old lady who caused the accident?
And why was her car going backwards?
Who was the young man that fell from the car?
Why did the person with me
need to close there eyes?

Ghostly Door

This dream is short,
but pretty impressive.
At least,
I woke up
not sure if it was real
or just a dream.

I had a dream
that one of the doors in my home
was being open and shut
by a ghost.

All I would need to do
is point at the door
and it would open or close.
I told my pastor about this
and he didn't believe me.
So,
I invited him over to the house
to witness it for himself.

When he got to the house
I showed him the door in question.
I told him
that all I need to do was point to the door
and it would open or close.
At the moment,
that door was open.

And as I was telling him this,
I pointed at the door,
not realizing I was doing so,
but just trying to explain to him
how it happens.

In that instant,
the door closed,
there was a poof of smoke
and sparks flying everywhere.

He thought I was playing a joke on him.
But then
when I kept doing it
and he tried to see
if there were any gadgets in place
to make to make it open and close
he realized that I was telling the truth.


So, what does this mean?
What does the door symbolize?
And the smoke and sparks?

Car Crash

It's been a while
since I've posted anything to this blog.
To be quite honest,
I've been VERY busy
and I really haven't had many dreams
worth noting. . .
.. .until now.

I had dream
that I was taking my son to school.
For whatever reason,
we weren't going by our usual route.

When we got to certain corner
I noticed it was very icy
so I slowed down.
Then, out of nowhere,
a car hit us.

At first I thought it was a Navigator,
but it turned out to be van.

My son and I actually switched places
with the impact.
I was now on the passenger side
and was on the driver side.
Only I was mostly on the floor
of the passenger side.
I was half conscious
when he walked over to the other car
to exchange information.

He came back with $40 in his hand
and said that they asked for us
not to call police.
I immediately got myself together
to review damage to my car.
It wasn't a lot, mostly just paint work.
But I knew it was going to cost
way more than $40.

I told my son to write down the plate number
of the other car
and jot down details,
color of car,
make of car, etc.
He called police from his cell phone.

When the police got there,
I felt like something wasn't quite right.
It told the policeman,
"I don't know,
maybe you can call it a mother's instinct
or maybe I got a bump on the head,
but something isn't right
with the children in that car."
I asked him
to ask the children in the other car
to step out,
to see if they were all O.K.

Suddenly,
a gazillion kids got out of the van.
Too many to be driving safely with.
One child barely had any clothes on.
I told my son to give her his shirt.

In my dream
I thought to myself,
"Everything happens for a reason."
My car got a little damage to it,
but the greater good
was that these children
were being saved
from some abusive situation.

The Big New House

Last night,
I had a dream that we were moving
into a bigger, newer house.

I think the mortgage company
gave it to us,
or traded it with the house
we now live in.
I don't know exactly,
but I do know
that it didn't cost us anything.
Sort of like,
they rewarded us
with a nicer house.

At first,
I didn't want to go see the house.
But some of the family went
and told me
that I was going to love it.
There was fountain
just inside the front door.

When I finally went to see the house
I really loved it!
There was a fountain
just in the main entrance.
Beyond the waters,
one could see the kitchen.

I decided that my Guadalupe statue
would go in the fountain area,
as well as some of my other
religious statues.

Once we walked in
we could see just how large it all was.
The kitchen had a dining room area attached.
From the dining room
there was bedroom.
And a second bedroom was beyond that first bedroom.
I thought that this wouuld be a perfect space
for my sons.

And then we went to the second floor,
where there were more rooms.
And then I saw a series of stairs,
each ascending to different levels.
Only, the lower portion of the stairs
was really those chain ladders.
One would need to go up a flight of chain stairs
to actually make it to the next level of stairs.
There were are least three different sets
of these chain ladders.
I thought to myself,
"I'll never go up those chain steps."

And then it occured to me
that this was just too much house.
How would we pay for utility bills?
How would we keep it clean?

We decided to take in borders.
One person would live with us
and clean the whole place as their rent.

Another person came to live us
who lived in one of the upper levels,
which was actually a green house.
That person's job was
to be caretaker of the green house,
which was his rent.

Others came
who actually paid us rent money.

I eventually had all of those chain ladders
replaced with an actual staircase.
The lower portion of the staircase
was wide enough to take in
all sets of stairs,
each going to another level.

Now it was easier
to go up and down
from the various levels of the house.

Eagles and Rams

It's been a while since I've posted to this blog,
but this dream,
I think,
is worth the wait!

In my dream
we (there were two of us)
were returning to the car
after shopping.
I was sitting on the passenger side.

All of a sudden,
I heard a sound
that I had never heard before.
I knew it was a bird.
And then in an instant
I realized that was the sound of eagles.

Suddenly an eagle flew over the car
and then just sat down
right next to the car
on the passenger side,
very close to the car.
It was beautiful!
I was looking at at him
and he was looking right at me,
each of us sort of in wonder of the other.

Then there were many eagles flying over the car
and they started to congregate
on the driver side of the car.
I commented on how
I wish I had my camera.

All of a sudden one tried to get into the car
via the window in the back seat.
We decided it was time to leave
before one actually got into the car.

We slowly started to drive away
and the eagles followed us flying over us.
I saw that some feathers
and flew up on to the dashboard
and I was happy
to have some little memento of the eagle's visit.

As we neared the express way
we saw a ram walking up the ramp.
Suddenly,
we saw several more rams
all making their way on to the expressway.
There was another animal with them,
a much smaller one
but I couldn't make out
what sort of animal it was.

We thought that maybe
they had escaped from a zoo,
but the nearest zoo
was more than ten miles away.
Or maybe they were part
of some sort of museum special exhibit.
But the closest museum
is Greenfield village
and rams didn't seem like an animal
the Village would bring in.
Cows, farm animals, maybe. . .
but not rams.
We couldn't figure out
where the rams could have come from.

And then I realized
that an eagle had actually gotten into the car.
It was injured and was sitting in the rear window.
We opened all of the windows
in the hopes that it would make it's way out of the car.

A woman
in another car
started to beep
as she noticed the eagle in the car.
We shouted back to her
that we knew the eagle was there.
She hollered for us
to turn on our flashers
and so we did.

Suddenly,
there was a little boy in the car with us.
He was in the back seat.
I don't know who he was
but I knew that he was five years old.
I told him
to try and shew the eagle out of the window.
In doing so,
he was half way out of the window himself.
The eagle made it's way out,
but his claws held firm to the window.
The eagle refused to leave the car.
I pulled the child back into the car.
But the eagle never left the car.
It's almost as if
he wanted to be with us,
to stay with us.

Once we got home,
we left all of the car doors open
hoping the eagle would find his way out.

All of a sudden
all of those eagles that had been following us
swooped down toward the car.
The seemed totally oblivious to us
at this point.
It seemed like
the eagles were only concerned
about their friend.

A couple of the eagles
pulled their friend from the car.
And between three of them
they carried him off.

With that,
all of the eagles flew away.

What do Eagles represent?
And rams?
Who was the woman who saw the eagle?
Why did the eagles come to us, follow us?
Why did the one particular eagle
want to stay with us?
And where did the little boy come from?
What do all of these symbols mean???

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?

Wilt Chamberlain

I had a dream that I was visiting some friends.
A group of them
Decided to live together
To save money.
They didn’t have much furniture
And had to make due with the space available.
The linen closet had people’s clothes in it.
The kitchen cabinets had personal items.
They just made due with what they had.

I don’t remember how many lived in the house.
But there were ladies and gents in the household.
But it was all platonic,
All about trying to get ahead financially.

I went into the basement
And found more clothing,
Folded neatly on a table.
It wasn’t the laundry.
I think it was just that there wasn’t enough closet space
And no dressers in the house.

And then I saw a light on
In the back of the basement.
It was the laundry room.

I hadn't noticed this room before
as it was sort of hidden from view.
It was the light that made me notice it.

And it was more of the same,
Personal items, clothing, ect.
And then I saw a gentlman there.
He said that the laundry room
Was his bedroom.

And then I realized
That it was Wilt Chamberlain.
He said that the others in the house
Hadn’t recognized him.
He asked that I not tell them his true identity.
I’m not sure,
But I think he was trying to see firsthand
How people with limited resources
Manage to find a way to make ends meet.

Note:
Isn’t Chamberlain deceased?
Why do I keep having dreams in them
With people who are deceased?
Also,
What’s with the recurring theme
Of hidden rooms?
What meaning does hidden rooms in dreams have?

Trip Up North

I had a dream that I was going up north
With several of my friends.
We were discussing which of us would drive
And then decided that we could all go in one car.

I don’t know why,
But everyone was dressed very nicely.
This was odd
As this was going to be long weekend,
Sort like a camping event,
though we would be staying in a hotel.
Most of the events we were going to attend
Would be outside activities.
And yet,
Everyone arrived ready to leave
In very nice attire.

My friend, Marcy,
Was wearing black pants
With a red and white blouse
That had spaghetti straps.
Dolores was dressed in black pants
With a black suit jacket.

When we got into the car
I ended up in the back seat
With two other friends.
There were actually four seated in front.
Lupe was driving,
Though in real life Lupe is already deceased.

During the drive up
We were discussing the talks
That each of us would have to give.. .
. . .some sort of testimony.
The plan was that everyone in attendance would speak.
After each talk,
A flag of some sort was placed
In a design.
The flags for our group were red and white.

When we arrived,
I decided to go for a walk.
One of my friends was with me.
A child started to follow us.
She wanted to warn us about something,
But I don’t know what.
She continued to follow us,
Though remaining behind us some distance.
As we neared a railroad track
We decided to return to the group.

On Sunday we went to church.
The priest had invited several couples
Who had lost a child.
They all came, but were seated, each couple, alone.
No one from the congregation had welcomed them
Or greeted them when they came in.
After church,
They were going to have
Some sort of support group for them.

I approached the priest
And told him that I thought
That each couple should have
Some sort of sponsor couple from the parish.
Not so much to be a part of the support group,
Though I thought that was a good idea.
But mainly to befriend them
And welcome them to our church. .
. . .introduce them to others,
attend church functions with them. . .
. . .basically spend time with them
until they knew some members of the congregation.
The priest decided that mine
Was a bad idea.

After all of this at church,
We went back to all of our activities of the weekend.
More people gave talks
And different colors of flags
Were placed in the design.

It's 9:00a.m.

I had a dream that a bunch of us
were going to meet for dinner.

The restaurant decided upon
was one of those greasy spoons.
You know,
where everything is either fried
or dripping in its own grease.

I wasn't too happy about going to this place.
But I really wanted to go out with the group.

In my dream,
I knew these people well.
But I don't know who they were.
I don't know if they were family
or friends
or co-workers.
But I did know them.

When we arrived
the wait staff quickly pushed tables together
so that we could all be seated together.

When the mean came
I was really surprised.
It was a home style meal.
Good food, really good food.
It all had that home made sense to it.
And it came in plates that we had to pass round,
like a real home style meal.

When it was over
I told everyone how surprised I was
and how wrong I was
about the type of food it was going to be.

We decided to spend the night at my mom's house.
I don't know why.
We all slept in the basement.

And when I woke up the next day
I realized that it was 9:00a.m.
My son was very late for school!
I shouted at him to wake up
and get his school uniform on
so that we could get going.
He already missed first hour
and was into missing his second class of the day.
I called the school
to let them know we overslept
and were on our way.

When I woke up (in real life)
I realized that I had actually overslept.
I usually get up at 4:30am.
I woke up at 6:40a.m. . .
. . more than two hours later. ..
and ten minutes later than I usually get my son up for school.

Selling the Family Business

This dream was unusual.
My family in this dream
wasn't my family in real life.
In this dream,
all of these people were unknown to me real life.

My father was a tubby Greek gentleman.
And I had three brothers.
(In the awake world I have two brothers.)

We had a family business
that was going under.
I'm not sure what it was,
but I think it had something to do
with pet supplies or pet food.

I worked in the family business,
but I also had a job outside of the business.
So,
I didn't depend on this for my income.

An offer came from a large company
to buy the family business.
Except for one of my brothers,
no one in the family wanted to accept the offer.

I think my brother only saw the dollar signs.
He really wasn't too concerned
with what was best for everyone.
He just knew that he would receive
a significant chunk of change
if the business were sold.

I had another brother
was running for City Council.
He didn't want to sell
because he was using the family name.
He really had no business running for office.
He just wanted the fame of being in local politics.
Selling the business
wouldn't be good for his political name,
or so he thought.

Another brother didn't really want to sell.
But also realized that some sort of comment
needed to be made to the public.
The press had gotten wind of the offer
and started to follow us everywhere,
asking if we were going to sell.
He made some comments to the press like,
"we're examining all options,"
"we're taking all things into consideration."
He didn't really say anything.

A secretary who worked for us
always avoided the subject of children.
We never knew why.
Another of our workers found some candy
stuffed in the cushions in the couch in her office.
Only he realized that it wasn't candy at all.
It was drugs.
He said this is how the drug pushers
sell to children.
He wraps it up as candy
and then the kids get hooked.
The secretary burst into tears.
Amidst her weeping
she told us that that is how she lost her child.
Her son had died after a drug overdose
taking what he thought was candy.

At that point my father realized
that we had to sell the family business.
It would give everyone a new start.
It would bring jobs to the area
(something my brother running for office
could use in his political pitch).
And it would just give us more time
to be family,
not just business partners.

And I don't know what this means,
but my father wore white throughout this dream.
Sort of like that white suite Col Sanders wears. . .

So,
What does this all mean?
What's up with that white suite?
What does a family business symbolize?
Who were these people who in real life aren't my people?
And what of this child that died?

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?

Dad, The VA, and Court TV

I had another unusual dream last night.
To me,
a dream is unusual when something
just isn't quite right.
O, I know.
Dreams are always
full of imagery and symbols.
I guess this particular dream was unusual
because it's another dream with my father
who is deceased.

I dreamt I was volunteering
in some sort of nursing home.
Acutally,
it was more like a veteran's hospital.
Everyone there was a vet.
Everyone.
They all had a story to tell.

I was volunteering
with lunch duty.
I would help serve the food,
poor the juice and what not.

It was getting so the place
expected me to be there
almost every day.
It started interfering with my job.
So,
I let them know that I would not be coming
as often as I had.
They would need to make other arrangements
for others to volunteer and help out.

I told them that I would only come in
on certain days.
And on those days
I would be coming in to visit with my father.
I had been working there so much
that even though my father was a resident there
I never got an opportunity to visit with him.

On the first of my visits to my father,
I had to miss work.
But I didn't mind.
I just told my pastor (I work for a church)
that this was something I had to.
He didn't like the idea of my missing work,
but he understood.

When I went to see my father,
he was sitting in a chair watching TV
in some sort of community room.
In my dream,
my dad had had a stroke
and so could no longer speak.
But I could tell that he was sad.
And then I saw that it was the program on TV.
I switched it over to court TV.
Dad always liked stuff
about court, detectives, politics, etc.
And with that channel switch
he became very happy.

The other residents
who were in the room
weren't too happy.
But then I told them to calm down,
that it was only for a little while
as I visited with my dad,
then I would switch the channel back.

In real life,
my dad was a veteran,
though he never had a stroke.
Nor was he ever confined
to any place like that as a resident.
Also,
my dad died several years ago.

So,
what does it mean
that he wanted me to visit him?
What does it mean
that even though I spent time with him
he could not speak?
Why was I working all around him,
but not with him?

Moving Pictures

This dream was a bit unusual.

I had a dream that I had some friends
who inherited a house
that had been in their family
for many generations.

As they began to move in
they found a box
with several old photos in it.
It was of past generations
of their family
in front of their house.

One was of children
playing on the front porch.

One was of a bridal couple
entering their car
right in front of this house.

The photos were all black and white.
But there were like movies.
Each time my friends handed me a photo
it was like watching a short movie of the event.
I found this odd.

What was even more odd
is that the people in these little movies
were very much aware
that we were watching them.
The bridal couple even waived at us.

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?