The Little Light House

I had a dream
of what I can only describe
as a little light house.
Only,
it wasn't really a lighthouse.
It was just a tall building,
not quite as high as a lighthouse,
but one you had to go up many stairs.

It was made of stone.
It was clearly an ancient building.
No one knew who built it
nor why it was there
in the middle of the city.
It was just an old,
yet solid, ediface.

All of the neighborhood children
were constantly trying to get in,
to climb up to the top.
It was hard to get in
as the door was very tricky.
And once inside,
it was very hard to climb to the top
as the stairs were very, very steep.
One literally had to climb
with hands and feet
to get to the top.

And the room at the top was small.
And there was another little room,there, too.
But it had no door.
There was just a small window
that led to this other room.
One would have to climb through the window
to get into this other room.
That was the one and only way to enter
that other room.

I worked at a store
that was near this little light house.
Another store in the area
was holding some sort of raffle.
I don't remember the prize amount,
but it was a lot of money.
A co-worker of mine
asked if I wanted to go in
and buy raffle tickets.
The plan was
to form a group of people,
a club,
who would each buy raffle tickets.
If any one of us won
we would split the winnings with each other.
I agreed.
But they were going to stop selling tickets soon
so I had to buy my tickets right away.

Since I had to go to church after work
I decided to change my clothes
and then get in line to buy my tickets.
That way,
I could go right to church already dressed.

But there was no place to change.
So I decided to go into the little light house.
Once inside I went up those very steep stairs.
Once at the top
I head noises.
It was a bunch of kids
who were trying to pry the door open
and get into the little light house.
I decided to go into the little room
through the window,
just in case the kids got in
they wouldn't catch me in a state
of partial undress.

I managed to change my clothes
and those kids never got in.

And then I realized
that the little room
was very little after all.

In fact,
it was huge.
I don't know what magic was used
to build this Little Light House,
but that room that was apparently smaller
was secretly
a very large area.
It was like
there was a secret magic that happened
if you could manage to make your way
through that little window.

I left the little light house
and got in line to buy my raffle tickets.
Apparently,
many folks decided to form
these little raffle clubs.

It took nearly forever,
but I got my tickets
and made it to church on time.

Later,
I learned that our raffle club had won.
I took my share of the winnings
and purchased the little light house
from the city.
I changed the door
so that those people
who were always trying to get in
would realize
that the Light House
was off limits them.
I own The Little Magic Light House now
and you can only get in
if I let you in.


What does a Lighthouse sybmolize?
Why was the door so tricky to open?
What is the window?
What is the magic of the other room??

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???

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.

Computer in the Sub Attic

I was online very early this morning
for quite a bit.

So, after awhile
I decided to head back to bed,
maybe lay down for an hour or so.

During that time,
I had the following dream.

I dreamt that I was in bed,
just sort of being lazy.
Then I realized that we had another room.
I had never noticed it before.
I've lived in the house for four years now.
So, it surprised me that there was another area
that I never even knew about.

It was sort of a sub-attic.
It wasn't the actual attic
as that's another area.

But this space was only about
three feet higher than the bedroom.
Access was through the wall
where my dresser is.
It wasn't really a door,
but more like a window,
with two rows of curtains covering it.
The curtains covered the view of the window.

But once inside this sub-attic,
no matter how you pulled the curtains,
you could see the bedroom
from the sub-attic area.
The curtains covered the view from the outside
but not from the inside.
Inside, the curtains seemed to be transparent.

Like most attics,
there was lots of stuff.
But this stuff seemed to be a lot more organized
than most attic areas.

There was a rack with clothes on it
that belonged to I don't know who.
I'd never seen them before.

There were all sorts of things there
that I knew were important
but I don't know why there were important.
Nor do I know to whom they belonged.

But the thing that intrigued me the most was the computer.

It seemed to operate like any normal PC.
It even had internet.

I left the room and went to tell someone else
about it.
They didn't believe me
until I showed them.

However,
upon entering the room this time,
there were now two computers.
This new second computer seemd to have
a lot more purpose and reason for being there.

The mouse on the first computer was now gone,
so we couldn't use it.

And the mouse on the second computer
wouldn't "allow" us to use it.
Rather than plugging into the tower,
it had attached itself with little hands.

What were able to see on the computer screen, however,
was everything.
The computer showed us every thing we had done,
every thought we had ever had.
It was sort of like,
the eternal memory of our lives.

I think the reason the mouse wouldn't let us use it
is because we can't erase anything we've done
or anything we've said in life.

Somehow,
I knew that there was some way
that using this second computer could be used.
It's like I knew that this room was going to become
very important to me, for me.
But I had no idea how to use the computer,
And even if I did,
I didn't know what to use it for.

And then I heard water.
I realized that it was coming from the bathroom.

We walked out of this secret room
and back into the bedroom,
the on to the bathroom.
The sink was just slightly overflowing
as the water had been turned on.