Haircut?

I dreamt I cut my hair... well, trimmed, actually. I was standing in front of the mirror at my mother's house, using a wide-toothed comb to straighten my bangs (which were still not right after cutting). I had trimmed only a few inches from the length of my hair, which didn't change the style.

This dream comes only a few days after I dreamed I went to a salon while on vacation and had a cut & color. My mother exclaimed (not in a happy way), "Did you get your hair cut?!" Again, no change in style or color, I simply had my hair professionally done. I remember thinking it was a splurge, but not feeling too guilty for the expense.

Another SpaceX dream - and my crush!

Dream Sunday May 19 2013:

I was lying in bed in the upstairs bedroom.  I was listening to a voicemail my youngest sister had left on my cell phone, when I looked out the window to see a white capsule flying at a low altitude  - reminds me of a Tylenol (R) caplet- with short triangular wings* and "SpaceX" written in blue letters along the front half of the capsule. The ship flies into a building to the west of my house. The building is a multistory structure with an industrial-style exterior covering (like storage buildings) and at least 50m distant. The ship flies through the exterior several stories above ground, leaving a rectangular hole ripped in the side of the building. There is no sound and no smoke. I get out of bed and reach for my jeans. I am wondering whether to call emergency or if this has already been done. When I look out the window again, the building has been moved closer to my house (approximately 4m away now!). My mother comes upstairs as I am taking pictures of the destruction with my iPhone. Interestingly, there is no smoke, and no one seems particularly alarmed. More of the siding is ripped away, and I can see people sitting at a table.. I think they are playing cards?

My father calls everyone to dinner. I go downstairs to the dining room where I meet my youngest sister's husband. We briefly discuss the lack of sirens and such, and conclude that the government wants to keep the incident as quiet as possible.  As I walk to my place at the table, my long-time crush (remember him?) was seated beside my place! The place to his left is where "Granny" sits (my great-grandmother?), and my place, to his right, is at the end of this side of the long table.
"Oh!" I said gleefully, "Are you sitting beside me today?" (I remember twice recently he did not... dreamtime, not realtime).
"If that is all right with you?"
"Of course!"
I was standing behind him, and kissed his hair and tousled it with my fingers. His hair is lighter brown and mingled with gray now, but he is still a cutie! When I was seated, he continued, "I want to tell you something about what happens when a human soul is born for the second time. I used to read all your posts, and... " ....something about the risk of demons on second incarnation.. I wasn't listening, I was stuck on "I read your posts.." and wondering when and why he stopped reading.

*A short fat capsule with short triangular wings may be flying using the physics of a bumble bee?
I wish I could draw these ships I dream about... I will give it my best .. this is the second +SpaceX ship I have seen in a dream. The first was much larger and had advanced technology.

too many dreams

Friday, February 15, 2013

Oops! I forgot to log my dreams! I dreamt all night last night while I was seriously sleeping in a deep sleep (my body was healing from a strenuous hike two days ago.. at least I AM recovered!)

I remember ...(these all run together like a very long dream. I do not recall waking between nor any breaks between. Underlines mean I was thinking this in the dream.)

>>There is a pillow .. round, small floral design .. it jumps off an armchair to prove it is interesting like (that other pillow that is squarish and shades of blue patchwork. Soon it has changed into a nearly identical pillow in shades of hot pink, but climbs back into the chair and converts to a yellow/gold rectangle with a wide burgundy stripe (Arizona State Univ. colors). It seems a bit sad? ...I am watching a movie with a man and woman in bed in the morning. He turns to her and says, "I wish I could just stay here forever!" She is probably a witch/sorceress, and replies that he will stay for the rest of his life. (dun-dun-DUNH!) Neil Patrick Harris (actor, Doogie Howser MD, How I Met Your Mother) is lying on the seat of an antique car with the blue patchwork pillow under his head. A friend replaces it with a down-filled pillow and comments that the woman wants him to be comfortable. He at first accepts and connects the seatbelts around his legs and torso (so as not to roll into the floorboard if the vehicle were to stop suddenly) and tells the friend to drive while he rests. Then NPH gets out with the pillow saying he "doesn't want to be comfy" and he wasn't unhappy and doesn't want things to change (oops! I think I just figured that part out! funny how writing stuff down makes you hear it out loud.. and then "whoops! there it is!")
I am at the mall with my mother and older sister. My sister has parked her SUV far from the building (probably at my suggestion to park in "boat parking"). A black entertainer (that I should know, but, sorry... I can tell you who it WASN'T!) ... at a mall and convention area. He was joking about the 'Cosmo girls' at the reception desk clinging to their coffee cups complaining they were cold. I smiled and sassed "Did you tell them to come to your show and dance around?" (I hope he's a musician?).. I am holding a puppy. It is short haired and floppy eared, maybe a Dachshund, but more like a Basset Hound. I might be working a kiosk? A woman approaches with two friends. She greets me first (oh! bad customer service!). I respond and she insists that I not stand up (because I am holding the puppy and she isn't really shopping with me, she's killing time). She complains about shopping with others. I laugh that I can totally relate! I tell her that I hate shopping with my mom and older sister because I never get to look at anything and spend all my time trying to catch up to them. But, my younger sister and I are great because even though we separate early, we will run into each other about every three minutes. We are just in sync like that! .. The lady seems impressed that there are suitable shopping partners...

I am walking back to the SUV. It's dark now. I can barely make out the vehicles. I am looking for the bumper stickers on my sister's SUV. Is that it? no? Mom and sis are following me. We get into the vehicle. ... My sis and I are driving towards downtown (must have dropped Mom off at her house? We are at the stoplight just past her neighborhood). The light is green, but there are still cars moving along the cross street through the intersection. A green motorbike pulls around us. The man is carrying a wrought iron parkbench on the motorbike. He scoots across the intersection. I notice that while our direction has a working traffic light, the cross street's light is out. Once traffic clears and our street goes, it could be a long time before the others can go again. A white Cadillac on our left turns left and clips the motorbike. I get out and run across to see if he is hurt. The bike has a flat tire, but he's not too upset about it. I suggest to my sister that since she is going right by the city park, she could give him a lift. She makes an excuse, and the man didn't seem to want a lift anyway, so no harm-no foul? My sister gestures toward a coffee shop on the corner away from downtown. It sports a Motown mural pink, orange and brown, and the name "Desperate"(?). She says Mom told her I have been to that coffee shop. "No," I tell her. "I go to that one," I point toward downtown (Roasters, the one across from the courthouse).<<

OK, maybe that is all I can remember? I was awakened at noon by a surprise visit from my niece. I had no idea I had slept that long, especially without waking intermittently!

Mother leaves in haste; Spills cargo

So last night was a strange one! After dreaming about a man I have had a crush on for a long time and think of every day was sitting at my kitchen table sans shirt (and maybe just in his tighty-whiteys?) and flirting with me across the table. ... in case that wasn't strange enough... I had another dream...

I am apparently in Raleigh with some school friends, but I am preparing to go home to Graham. I am not 100% committed to driving back today, but I am getting my things together anyway. If I don't go today, I will drive tomorrow, but there may be someone expecting me to come back tonight (not the guy in the dream above, someone I care much less about). I could ride back with my mother, as she is taking some things over to my younger sister who also lives in the greater-Graham area. My father is loading boxes of stuff into the white van. Mom starts the van and calls out to me (over her shoulder) that she is "...leaving now and (my father) can ride with me or whatever." I answered that I was planning to ride with her, but she was already driving away. That's when I saw the back doors of the van were still open! I ran through the house to try and head her off before she got to the road, but I was too late! She was able to pull straight into the street, and making a left, the van nearly tipped over as all the cargo shifted and spilled out the back!
    Mom was so mad she got out of the van and stomped into the house. My older sister and I stared at the van and the spilled contents in the street. Just then, a truck (?) drove into the van breaking it into. We started to gather up the stuff in the road. A burgundy van drove through the wreckage (in the same direction as the first vehicle... from the right to the left) and incurred damage to the driver's side as it drove past the half of the van that was in the road, and kept going! I cursed at the burgundy van as it drove away.
     My father ran out and saw the mess, and turned back toward the house. "Hold it right there!" I shouted to him. "This is your second oldest daughter, Heidi, standing here! And this is your oldest daughter..." He had not asked what happened, or anything! In retrospect, he probably knew enough of the story when Mom stormed back into the house that no further explanation was necessary when he saw us picking up the pieces. I took a box of things into the house and let Mom know I was willing to take her to my sister's, and that she probably needed to pack an overnight bag. She agreed and went to gather her things.