Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Singing: This Land is Your Land..

Wednesday, June 4, 2014:
I could not fall asleep last night! ok.. at some point I must have, because I woke up before 9am.. but, I went to bed at 2am and was aware that I was not sleeping. This morning, I remembered this dream:

Two men with me stole a laptop case from a stranger (at an airport). The thief laughed that the woman "probably doesn't even know it's missing!" We all look at the bag.There is a thick black antennae sticking out of the top (as from a walkie-talkie). I'm hoping it's not a terrorist's detonation package! The second man exclaims, "You idiot! Did you steal it from the security guard?" He opens the bag to reveal a walkie-talkie and a few other related devices. At least one has a numbered label on it.
We hear over the PA system about a missing radio unit with number (as on label). Great. She DOES know it's missing. I talk on the walkie to security. I verify the unit in question is the one in the bag. I "create a diversion" by returning the bag. I'm really not sure what these two are up to? They are not strangers to me, but I'm confused how this plan is going to play out. I just go with it.
As I walk to the security office, a guard on my left is talking on the landline (phone, hooked to the wall). She reports, "The subject is in your sector right now. You should see her." Yes, I am "the subject." I walk into what appears to be a retail area, but security has their office there as well. I hand the bag to the woman that approaches me. She thanks me and tells me a crisis has been averted and the two suspects (my friends?) have turned themselves in. I look at her quizzically, but I am a little sad that they are caught.
I talk to a man at the counter about the nice weather. It's May 31. I tell him I am going out to get some sunshine, and I feel sad for those who will miss this glorious opportunity. Three steps toward the door, I notice a woman has purchased sliced tomato. The tomato must have been the size of a dinner plate, judging by the size of the quartered slices! I decide to buy a couple of slices (quarter slices). The man at the counter asks me to select the two I want from the three available on the tray he offers. I quickly choose, and he praises me for not taking a lot of time choosing. He goes on to say that he tries to be nice to people by offering them to choose, but often customers are indecisive and he ends up choosing for them because a line is forming. He lays the lone piece over a slice of pizza.
"How much?" I ask as I dig coins from my purse (yes, the purse I currently carry).
"Six cents."
"Really? Okay, then I'll have a Coke to go with it!" I am surprised at the low price. I was worried I would barely have enough. I dropped a coin. The woman behind me picked it up and handed it to me.
"That's a nice one," she comments.
"Thanks. I have another one here that says 'Bulgaria'," I show another coin to her and the clerk. The bronze coin has high relief on one side with what appears to be  mountains with gold flecks covering the top half of the coin. Strangely, the high relief is an illusion, as the coin is the same thickness as any other.
"One dollar," the clerk asks for the Coke.
I count off four of the quarters I am holding - they are all different. One is white and has a verse on it.. ("Life..." is written but I can't remember the rest).
"Here you go! All different!" I hand him the coins.
I leave. It's a beautiful late afternoon/early evening. Driving my car, I remember to put on my seatbelt when I get to the first STOP sign. A song is playing on the CD player "This Land is Your Land,This Land is My Land." I sing along. I notice that I hold notes and train the lyrics together differently than the near staccato arrangement on the CD. Doesn't matter. I like how I sing it better. I press shuffle on the CD-player, but the system jams and the titles show on the screen slightly misaligned from their track numbers. What the..? I can't fix it while I'm driving. Darn! No music for awhile!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Tortoise with a cracked shell?

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6/3/2014This is late .. this dream occurred three nights ago(5/31?), but I'm telling you now ... confession: I had just read an email on feng-shui suggesting that I should add figurines of turtles to my decor (and even one under the bed) for "support"...

>>I'm indoors with family. I am sweeping cat/dog fur from under the kitchen sink and behind the dishwasher (a cabinet is movable so I can get behind it). The fur is orange. I muse it must be from my sister's calico even though that cat is predominantly white. Then the broom pulls out a white fluffy dog! It's definitely a dog.. I think bringing to life the saying "there's so much fur under here you could make another dog!" <so, maybe I need to sweep under and behind the appliances?>...
 I go outdoors. Walking straight out along a dirt path, I notice an old wooden flat-bed wagon to my right. I notice a turtle (tortoise) sticking its head out of a pile of leaves on the back of the wagon. The wagon is about 4 feet high, and I think the turtle can't be happy there, and should be on the ground. The shell is bright green, but it's domed like a tortoise. As I reach to move it, the turtle tries to bite me.. twice. I quickly grab it and put it on the ground. Somehow, this resulted in an overturned turtle, and I notice the underside was tan, but now is old, gray, and dingy. I set it right side up, and I notice a crack about a quarter or a third of the way up the shell. The crack is approximately a millimeter wide and open, and extends all the way across the shell. Well, that can't be good! I thought, and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of it to send to my sister who loves turtles. I mistyped the passcode on my phone. The turtle is crawling away - in a hurry! I can't find the backspace to correct the passcode. Turning off/on brings me to the same screen with the wrong code. I give up and chase after the turtle.
That thing is as fast as a lizard! I ask anyone I pass "Did you see a green turtle come past?" They each point to the forward direction.. by the time I get to a shed, I know I will have to give up the chase....
Now here's the weird part... I am walking through this shed - tool barn - and I hear music playing (the middle beats of Freakazoid by Midnight Star. I'm dancing as I walk, and (actor) David Spade is following me through the barn rambling "Oh, Heidi! I don't want to hear this story again! About how you met him and he's really not a good dancer and can't sing..." -
I glance behind me, "I don't think I've talked to you or even seen you since I've been back!"
I turn left through a doorway (that seems to open on the rightside of the shed?). I see (actor) Patrick Warburton (also from sit-com "Rules of Engagement"... was I watching this before I went to sleep?). I ask him about the turtle. He says he saw it going "that way," and points to a continuation of the original path headed into a field by the edge of the woods. Interestingly, there is water separating where I am standing (on a grassy bar) from where the turtle went. I stepped off the bar and quickly recovered before my shoe was wet.
I see two people (a guy and a girl) in a small boat in the water not far away. They appear to be taking trash out of the water. A young man behind me lifts an old ornate rubber turquoise blue doormat from a puddle in front of a desk (we are indoors, yet outdoors).
"It looks like a doormat," I offer.
"Yeah. It was my brother's," he replies.
"House flooded? or trashed?"
"It was trash."

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Tuesday, May 06, 2014... thanks, Long Island Medium...

I watched Long Island Medium Sunday night... the one with Cherry Lane Theater (great episode!)...
So here's the rundown of today:
I was awakened just before 8am when an invisible hand gently "honked my nose" ... you know, like you might lightly squeeze a clown's big red nose? I definitely felt it! My eyes popped open - I looked for the cat (sleeping soundly near my feet)... I was spooked for awhile, but not enough to get up.... this is the second odd thing that has happened in less than a week.... the first was actually a dream:

Friday night (May 2-3)...I dreamed I was with a long time friend of mine. The cat (the heavy one) had been walking on my thighs and hip as I was lying on my side. When I got up (in the dream), there appeared to be bruises on my leg where she had stepped. As I showed them to my friend, I saw the marks were bluish arrows that pointed to my lower right leg - I looked:  there is an 8-color drawing that completely covers my leg from the knee down! I remember a red barn, a blue sky, some green grass... some yellow (flowers? corn? sun?) and in black scrawled across the picture "GO TO FLAGSTAFF! ALL alil. ..." (something about 4 people who were indicted on federal charges were found in Flagstaff (Arizona)... in the dream! in the dream! I have no clue what that part draws from (draws, heh heh))!


Thursday, December 26, 2013

Why do I still not have shoes?

In many of my dreams recently, I am not wearing shoes. Most times, I am wearing socks, but not shoes. Only in a couple am I actually barefoot. So what is going on here?

I do know a few things I believe about shoes:
1.) Mom always told us to put on shoes when we were going anywhere - to the store, to the neighbor's to play, to the park, for a walk up the street... this task was required (as was "put on a coat" from October 1 to May 15.. no matter the weather!)

2.) During an interview, Oprah Winfrey was recounting a conversation she had with Bill Cosby. In reference to knowing when you have "succeeded (in life)" and when it's time to start giving back (to the larger community), Cosby said to her, "Do you have enough shoes?" ... Think about that...

So, from these two ideas, I gather: 1) I can't go anywhere if I didn't put on my shoes... rejumbled: I don't have on shoes, so I can't go anywhere. 2) I need more shoes. ... but I have recently acquired a new pair of running shoes (thank you, sister!) and a new pair of black dressy boots (again, thank you, sister!). These two pair replaced the very worn out shoes I wore most often. I am in better shape (shoewise), then, right?

Let's revisit the first idea of not going anywhere.. what happened in the dream when I didn't have shoes? In one dream, I was barefoot (so, not even wearing socks!) and I was confused that my shoes were absent. I decided to stay in the car and wait for my friends. A stranger tried to open the car, and I quickly locked the doors, and rolled up the windows to prevent her entry. (Good thing I was there? because THEN my friends came back to the car and the stranger twisted Tom Cruise's nose until she broke it! (attempting to ruin his image?) .. how might this situation have been different if I had walked with them even without my shoes?)

Last night, I dreamt I am walking a dog (an old beagle hound like one I recently met). A friend, also with a dog, and I are walking to a (dinner) at a church. I am wearing socks, but not shoes. We are approaching the rear of the building. The beagle wants to enter through the basement, but I know that there is a mud floor there (and some standing water), and I direct the dog away from the door. The next entrance we see is on the first level, but I see spiderwebs in front of the doors, indicating these doors are not used. There are two sets of doors. Upon climbing the steps to the porch, we can see that there are webs in front of both sets of doors, but the setting sun reflects off water droplets in one of the webs so that they look like gold and silver coins (not coins, just flat disks, but that's what it made me think of). I try to get a picture of the web with my cell phone, but I am clumsy with the leash in my hand, and the coin effect is fading with the sun. We enter the church with about 15 minutes left in the event schedule, but we don't find the room where the dinner is. It seems to be just in the next hallway, but I can't find the connector to go there. I meet people in the hallway and in other rooms, and some of them have plates with food. I ate a little something before I came, so I am not particularly hungry, but I am disappointed that I can't seem to navigate this building with which I am not completely unfamiliar! (friend not beside me?) ... In this dream, the lack of shoes only prevented me from entering the church through the muddy basement (but, I did consider it for a very brief moment).

So, what is all this "I don't have on shoes" business going on in my dreams? 

Monday, November 11, 2013

Time traveler?

Monday, November 11, 2013:
I must start this entry by telling you that I have NOT watched the current movie about a time traveler... in fact, my dream hardly seemed to have that component except for the realization that I was at an event that happened two days before that I was certain I had not attended. The thought occurred to me: so, I could stress less about being forced to choose between events, (nephew's ball game and dinner with friends) because I have the power to go back and attend the missed event. Cool! Also, by posting this at the end of the day, instead of first thing, I've forgotten much...

I am on a crowded bus. I ask another woman on the bus if the next stop is for UNC-G (University of North Carolina at Greensboro.. where I earned my bachelor degree). "Yes," she replies. I gather my coat and book bag, and shoes (?) and prepare to exit, but the driver closes the door and starts rolling! Ugh! I pull the cord to request a stop. At the next stop, I exit the bus, but I left a pair of boots on board. (Why?) I call to the driver, but he closes the door and drives away. I muse that I will call the transportation authority and report the boots on the bus, and I can pick them up from the office later.

A woman in a colorful dress approaches me with open arms, with "I'm so glad to see you! Haven't seen you in forever"... etc. I smile, and we hug. I continue into the building.<this part is vague.. I must have put my books and such down somewhere because I don't have them when I next remember walking down the sidewalk straight from the front door of the building.>

I am walking on the sidewalk. When I reach the street, I realize that today is Saturday (again), and this must be UNC-G Homecoming... except, I didn't go to homecoming! So, if I am now attending the event that I am sure I missed, then there is no chance of encountering myself! Excellent! More people should do this, and just think of everything you could accomplish! (It's been a LOOOONG time since I saw Groundhog Day, so I don't think that is a factor, either..). Across the street, there is a lot of busy-ness. People are preparing for a parade (homecoming parade... if this is, indeed, homecoming). The street goes uphill (not steep), and I hear someone (on a radio?) say that +TomCruise was here this morning! He did say was, didn't he? Or is Tom still around campus? Firetrucks with their lights flashing are driving in a choreographed circle on my left. I step around the back of a white (and clean) recycling truck. I hear someone else say something about Tom Cruise being on campus today. This could be my lucky day! 
<It's weird.. the stuff I suddenly think about! I got up at 5:30 this morning to look for the comets that are supposed to be easy binocular targets every morning this week, and then went back to bed ... and dreamed all this... but I didn't brush my teeth during that wake/back to sleep... and I thought of that in my dream!>
I am thinking how great it would be to meet Tom, and I realize that I haven't brushed my teeth this morning, not even rinse with mouthwash! (how did THAT happen?) I start looking for a store. I know there are many around the campus, little shops-convenience stores-restaurants that have mints or gum... I head toward a what looks like a row of shops. I enter the first one. It's a bit dark, but I see two men sitting at the end of the bar (bar?, table-ish?). I am drinking the last of a red/orange soup from a bowl. The men are looking at a 2-gallon jug turned on its side that rests in the center of the (table/bar.. not across from each other, so if the end of the bar is square, one sits at the short end of the bar, and the other around the corner). The jug contains red/orange liquid very much like my soup. One is telling the other how Yankees (Americans north of Richmond, VA) like to eat hot spicy foods just to show how tough they are and there is no sensible reason for those people to hurt themselves like they do. I glance around for a display of gum or candy. A lady comes from the kitchen to the bar and asks if I need anything else. I ask for a glass of water as I search my pockets for money <I know I had some earlier... I find some coins in a coat pocket, and I hope it's enough!>. She opens a bottle and hands it to me. I take a drink, noticing it is citrusy and carbonated... like Perrier! <I really hope some money materializes the next time I check my pockets!>

The woman looks at me and says, "Don't I know you?" .. well, maybe, I went to school here.. "No, that's not it. Do you follow us on Twitter?" She pulls out her laptop and starts typing. I give her my Twitter name (in the dream it's different, like "Hermegumi" or something "megumi"). "Yeah! Here you are!" she says, as someone else shows me a full page ad for the restaurant in the local newspaper. I can't read it all, but there is something about "if you follow them on Twitter..." <maybe I don't need money after all?>

Pretty odd, huh?

Sunday, September 22, 2013

So now I'M driving?

Sunday, September 22, 2013

I dreamt I am in an office meeting. The topic: changes to the definition of "family" and "dependents" in the insurance policy.
"A family is defined as a married couple with 'sexually born' children (meaning naturally born to the parents, not acquired by other means). This distinguishes from two partners co-habiting with children." 
Why did they even call me into this meeting? It has nothing to do with me or my job. I start dozing off. I dream that I am outside of a parsonage with a big tree near the concrete driveway. I can probably climb it. There are older adults talking on the lawn. They aren't paying attention to me. I imagine how I would step up into the center of the main branches (it's pruned open for ventilation). I walk around the tree and notice the branch nearest the driveway is more vertical and has what appears to be rocks embedded in the wood. It looks as if the rock clasts are part of the tree. This branch is rotting, and I gently break a piece of the bark for closer inspection, but the whole branch snaps loose! Now, the others take notice... I think this must be a protected species and no one is supposed to harm/touch/collect any part of it. - I wake, still in the meeting.

The meeting is adjourned (finally!), but the other women at the table notice how late it is. The meeting started around 4pm, and now it is nearly 7pm! There had been some other activities in the office that same afternoon, and we have all missed out.
As I leave the office, I am greeted by an older woman who is rearranging items in her car. She asks me how the sale went.
"A couple of the girls told me they had some good sales today!" she tells me.
Confused, I reply that those must have come late in the day while I was in a meeting.
She says something encouraging like "it will be better next time" or something...
She and I are in her car with at least two others (one of whom is my youngest sister). The lady is rummaging in a bag (purse?) and talking to us. I wonder if she is going to get this car rolling ... limo, actually. We are in a Lincoln. The car slowly starts rolling forward. She has pressed the keyless ignition, but no one is steering.
"Aren't you going to drive?" I asked, slightly alarmed.
She and the others are still involved in conversation, so I slide into the driver's seat and take the wheel.
"This is why I hate big cars!" I mumble while steering this monstrosity of a vehicle along a narrow neighborhood street. "I hate BIG CARS, and I cannot LIE!..." I start singing (yes, to the tune "Baby Got Back" from Sir Mix-A-Lot!) and my sister joins in LOL her verse makes me wonder if there is actually a song "I Like Big Cars"... when she mentions the backseat, I joke that may be the only redeeming quality for having a big car! The others in the car laugh at my joke. I drive the car up a steep grassy hill ... truly, there is a communal path going up to a house, and I have been there before (per my dream), just not in a Lincoln. The car is too heavy and can't make it past halfway. I start slowly backing down the hill.
"This is where I am going to live," I explain to the woman that owns the car.
From the road, I can take a less steep path to the right... oh, through the trees! ... made it.. but now we are blocked by the patio wall (must be new since I've been here last?)... change direction again to go through neighbor's property. The path leads to his driveway, but only to his garages (where cars are parked) and to the house. The man next door is on his balcony with his son, as I can hear them talking. I think they are making something with wood. I see unfinished wood sheets and sawdust.
"Hello, neighbor!" I call out. "We are trying to find a way back down to the road."
He looks up. He looks around as if looking for the path to help me get pointed in the right direction...

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Psst! You need gum!

Saturday, September 21, 2013

I stayed up past 1am last night, and went to bed without brushing my teeth. Some odd things popped up in my dreams...

I dreamt that a high school classmate (Dave C.) needed a study partner for geology. I am a teaching assistant (?) for the class, so I am not available as a partner. The instructor suggests pairing him with the student he sat with last semester, as they seemed to get along well. The student (Cameron B.) is someone I know [from a "past" life]. I do not wish to be reintroduced to him, but I pass along the name and last known whereabouts to the professor. I am working on a project (pass code: OREO - I devised with a scrabble tile?) that involves soft green psuedo-styrofoam blocks on which I have written labels with dark green ink. I am in my mother's living room arranging the blocks in a shallow box. I muse that I will have to make a new account for the new password - truly? wouldn't it be more sensible to change the password on an existing account? Why make a new one?

I am in a small custom jewelry store. The owner (woman) helps me design a piece (for me? for a gift?). I will owe her around $40. I can pay now or when I come back. I don't have my wallet with me. I know exactly where it is - I had put all my keys, etc., in my pockets yesterday as I was avoiding carrying a purse when I went out. I'll need to come back. Walking to a wall display, she says to me, "My friend chews "Dentine" (she pronounces it "dentin"). Embarrassed, I reply, "Oh! I ran out of the house this morning without taking a shower or anything! I'm so sorry!" - I didn't realize my morning breath was so toxic! Plus, I was trying not to be too close when talking with her, because I knew my breath wasn't fresh. I tell her I'll need to come back, and I leave.. with my father and his friend, Bernie.
...Dad and Bernie are each bringing a large pelt rug. Bernie is carrying a large brown soft leather skin with fur around the edge. Dad is carrying a large white shaggy rug (llama?), and it drags on the grass. A large wolf-husky type dog lays on the rug. Dad tells me, "Bernie says these are antiques, but he figures the dogs might like to lay on them." We laugh because the big dog has already claimed one! We need to walk, and I gently tug the rug from the big dog. The dog growls and gently snaps at my left hand, but I don't let go. It snaps at my hand again, still not breaking the skin. Bernie scolds the dog, and it backs away. I pick up the smaller dog (a Dachshund mix?); Dad and Bernie carry the rugs. The big dog follows me as we walk up the shaded grassy bank. The dog stops to pee in a sandy spot. The little dog jumps from my arms to join suit. Dad calls for us to catch up. The little dog runs up the hill. In the center of the bank, there is a small culvert maybe 18 inches square with sand and gravel in the bottom. There are large ants. "Watch out for these ants," I say to the dog behind me. "Um, ok, thanks," says a stranger (guy) who is also behind me. Poor guy! I was talking to the dog! I look for the little dog and see he has already crossed the road. I quicken my steps.
(There's a red brick building on the other side of the road, with a manicured lawn and trees along the street... like an older university?)