Dream 9-5-12
I was preparing to leave for an
important vacation trip. I thought I had everything ready and
prepared, so I was working at getting those around me ready for the
trip as well. Most wouldn't even listen to me tell them about
important this journey would be for them to take, others made it
clear they weren't going to go, a couple were listening, but they
were very distracted about getting ready. So, I proceeded to try and
move the distracted ones along in getting ready.
When the black bus that was going to take us pulled up to board, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my ID that allowed me to go on this particular ride. I ran inside to get it but I also had forgotten where I put it. I looked in the closet and found it stuffed so full of all different sorts of jackets and coats I could barely find anything at all. I searched and found my train ID and ran back outside, just in time to see the bus pull away.
Only two of the people I had tried to get ready had managed to board it. The rest were off dilly dallying and not even paying any attention. One of the two that did board was waving out the window, encouraging me to run after the bus, but I was so loaded down with my belongings I could only move very slowly. The person's yelling got the bus driver to slow to a stop for a moment. I realized then that if I wanted to catch that bus, I was going to have to drop my belongings and make a run for it. Just as I was about to do that though the bus started back up and took off, leaving me there...very upset.
I set my things down and crawled into the corner on the front porch to mope.
My grandmother, looking very young (like how she did in her pictures before my mom was even born) came out of the house and scolded me. She told me that if I had paid better attention to my own needs, instead of worrying about everybody else, I would have made that bus. She stated that if the others truly wanted to go they would have done so for themselves and would only have asked for my help IF they had needed it. She also reminded me about how much baggage I was carrying and how I didn't need any of it. She ended it with a 'now get off your duff, get back to work and make sure you are really ready for when the next bus arrives.'
*** In other dreams, when Gramma Grace's presence arrives in the form of a butterfly, a death has occurred soon after. This has happened more than once. This time though, she appeared in person...
September 23, 2012
I was with someone (not sure who) in a thrift/antique/estate sale type store, when I realized that many of things looked familiar. I couldn't place why. In my looking around, I ended up crossing to the left side of the place. I followed some stairs up and then next thing I know, I found myself in someone's home, but it was old, dingy and looked as it had been picked through. I then realized that many of things that were in the thrift store had been pulled out of this person's home. When I went in further to the back part of the home, I saw my paternal grandmother sitting there, looking very old, tired and sad. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that they were selling off all of her keepsakes and that soon nothing much will be left. She was complaining that there was nowhere for her to go either, that she was trapped here while they did this to her. I asked her why she felt trapped and she pointed to where the front door used to be, and I saw that it not only had been boarded up, but that concrete had been poured to seal the door and the front windows. I told her she could leave the same way I came in. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I indicated the stairs I had come up and told her to use the back door and proceeded to leave that way. I'm not too sure if she followed, because the next thing I remember...
When the black bus that was going to take us pulled up to board, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my ID that allowed me to go on this particular ride. I ran inside to get it but I also had forgotten where I put it. I looked in the closet and found it stuffed so full of all different sorts of jackets and coats I could barely find anything at all. I searched and found my train ID and ran back outside, just in time to see the bus pull away.
Only two of the people I had tried to get ready had managed to board it. The rest were off dilly dallying and not even paying any attention. One of the two that did board was waving out the window, encouraging me to run after the bus, but I was so loaded down with my belongings I could only move very slowly. The person's yelling got the bus driver to slow to a stop for a moment. I realized then that if I wanted to catch that bus, I was going to have to drop my belongings and make a run for it. Just as I was about to do that though the bus started back up and took off, leaving me there...very upset.
I set my things down and crawled into the corner on the front porch to mope.
My grandmother, looking very young (like how she did in her pictures before my mom was even born) came out of the house and scolded me. She told me that if I had paid better attention to my own needs, instead of worrying about everybody else, I would have made that bus. She stated that if the others truly wanted to go they would have done so for themselves and would only have asked for my help IF they had needed it. She also reminded me about how much baggage I was carrying and how I didn't need any of it. She ended it with a 'now get off your duff, get back to work and make sure you are really ready for when the next bus arrives.'
*** In other dreams, when Gramma Grace's presence arrives in the form of a butterfly, a death has occurred soon after. This has happened more than once. This time though, she appeared in person...
September 23, 2012
I had 3 dreams, all in a row. One right
after the other, where I would wake up in between each of them and
then would go back to sleep and dream the next one.
In the first dream, I was in an old
house and walked upstairs. At the top pf the landing, which was like
an attic, I saw a door to my right. My maternal grandfather, feeling
almost like a ghost, appeared behind me. He indicated for me to open
the door. When I did, it looked a closet that had been made into a
place to keep records and books. It was full of shelves packed with
books, scrolls and even some stone tablets. I could see some of them
were very old and dusty and some of them were newer. When I looked
closer, I could see each one of them had date spans written on them.
I looked closer at one of them and saw that it had a date from the
1800's on it, but I woke up before I could really register any more
than that. Somehow, with out speaking, Gramps made it very clear that
this was HIS 'records' and that he very much wanted me to read them.
The second dream was a bit more upsetting, for I was handed my
mother's obituary. It had her birthday and Oct 22 on it. I am not
sure if 22 was to mean a day or a year, for I didn't register if
there was a 3rd set of numbers or not. I just remember realizing what
it was, and was very upset at the person for not telling me sooner.
In the dream, it happened in such a way that I wasn't even able to
see her before she died. As I began to weep, I was adamantly told to
focus, that she would NOT be gone, that she was still with us, and to
realize that she would be inclined to follow my Gramps. I woke up at
after that.
* It did occur to me after waking that my mother had had her brain surgery, and the stroke from it, on Oct 23, 92. In some ways her personality had changed so much afterward that I had often thought that my mother sort of died on that table. In some ways it was a good thing, for she doesn't remember a lot of the 'bad' things anymore.
* It did occur to me after waking that my mother had had her brain surgery, and the stroke from it, on Oct 23, 92. In some ways her personality had changed so much afterward that I had often thought that my mother sort of died on that table. In some ways it was a good thing, for she doesn't remember a lot of the 'bad' things anymore.
In the 3rd dream, I don't
remember all the details EXCEPT right before I woke, my maternal
grandfather again appeared before me and just repeatedly kept saying,
"I was born on Sept 21st." My Gramps was born in January,
so I found this odd.
November 15, 2012
Okay....now I just had a dream about Nana (dad's mom). Kind of depressing one though. It was sooo unlike the one with mom's parents. Mom's parents were like energetically kicking me in the ---. Nana was more subdued and complaining about feeling trapped and clinging to the past.
Okay....now I just had a dream about Nana (dad's mom). Kind of depressing one though. It was sooo unlike the one with mom's parents. Mom's parents were like energetically kicking me in the ---. Nana was more subdued and complaining about feeling trapped and clinging to the past.
I was with someone (not sure who) in a thrift/antique/estate sale type store, when I realized that many of things looked familiar. I couldn't place why. In my looking around, I ended up crossing to the left side of the place. I followed some stairs up and then next thing I know, I found myself in someone's home, but it was old, dingy and looked as it had been picked through. I then realized that many of things that were in the thrift store had been pulled out of this person's home. When I went in further to the back part of the home, I saw my paternal grandmother sitting there, looking very old, tired and sad. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that they were selling off all of her keepsakes and that soon nothing much will be left. She was complaining that there was nowhere for her to go either, that she was trapped here while they did this to her. I asked her why she felt trapped and she pointed to where the front door used to be, and I saw that it not only had been boarded up, but that concrete had been poured to seal the door and the front windows. I told her she could leave the same way I came in. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I indicated the stairs I had come up and told her to use the back door and proceeded to leave that way. I'm not too sure if she followed, because the next thing I remember...
What's weird is the dream about her merged into a dream about...all I
can describe it like....was...I was dreaming about the man from
Atlantis....you know the TV guy one? That's how he looked and
acted....and he had these weird contact lenses that allowed him to
see in the dark under water.
It was night and I stood next to him on
a damn/bridge over a river. It was like we doing some sort of secret
spy type of thing. He kept going into the water and coming back out.
I stood by to keep an eye out. The last time he came out, he
indicated that he was having trouble seeing and that we were going to
have to go deeper and farther out together this time. He pulled out
two contact lenses from his sleeve, put them in and then indicated
for me to follow him. When I jumped in with him into the water, it
was like an huge atmospheric gray cloud engulfed us. I couldn't see
anything, but he could (because of the lenses). He guided me through
the water and we came ashore on a river bank right before I woke up.
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