I'm in a cave, I think. There are monster mouths everywhere, on the
walls, floor, ceiling. Seems to be no way out, but I find a small tunnel
.. looks claustrophobic. I decide to try and escape.
There were lots of people behind a curtain. I could mostly see only their feet.
In a room with many piles of laundry, I'm exhausted, so went to sleep on top of one pile.
Staircase themed dreams last night. In one, I was running down some
cathedral stairs, afraid and escaping something unseen. Another dream, I
was hurrying up some theater stairs, because I had forgotten something
upstairs. And sometime during all this, I came across a backstage
mirror, and saw that my face had become swollen and distorted.
The rebels told me where to go, they were going to hide me in an old
cottage somewhere. But the people in power caught up with me, so I ran
in circles to try to shake them. I eventually hid behind a tree and lost
them.
Waiting at the bus stop with two cats and a dozen suitcases.
I was in a big city looking for a place I could put my compost. I saw a
basket of dried leaves and flowers on a wall, I thought it was for a
remembrance of someone who died, so I added one of my dead flowers to
it.
Michael and I took a scooter-taxi in Dublin. Looked like Dublin bus had
put one of their seats on it for a passenger. Michael had to stand.
Tinkerbelle is frolicking in a beautiful meadow. (This dream is from a
few days ago. My cat was really sick, and the day we planned to take her
to the vet, I had this dream right before waking up. I thought she had
gone, I rushed downstairs to see, but she was still hanging on. She was
diagnosed with lymphoma, so we have no idea how long she will live.)
Odd dream last night .. kind of animated. Three insects were doing a seed challenge to see which tree would grow the tallest.
I was walking through some very tall grass. There were several large
mice running around too. A small girl appeared and picked up one of the
mice to cuddle it.
My husband must have left me sleeping in a yew tree grove because I was
very tired. I woke up with a small spider building a web in my hair. I
couldn't remember what I was dreaming about, so closed my eyes to see if
I could catch a fragment .. and I woke up again in my own bed.
I'm in a cave with stalactites and stalagmites. Digging in the sand, I found several souvenir spoons, one had a little windmill.
My grandson (who is in reality 7) is a teenager with dreadlocks and a
little beard. He is showing me around on his warthog farm. The warthogs
also have dreadlocks.
A man was pushing another man in a wheelchair, rushing and shoving
through the crowds in Temple Bar. He told me to keep close behind them
so I could get through the crowd. The wheelchair man looked a bit
worried.
I 'm looking for a nice dress to wear to an event, and find a lovely pale purple one with embroidery. I put it on and do a twirl.
Had a lovely dream of hanging the laundry in a rose garden on a very windy day.
After a few dreams of running around a vast underground bunker with
computers, and an airport searching for my brother John... I ended up
right before waking at an attic window looking at a giant willow tree
with a friendly face.
I want to take a photo of a cloud that looks like a woman, and thought
it would look good from the top floor window. But there is a slippery
and splintery incline to get to the next floor. I drop my camera, which
slides back down.
My son Robby and I are cycling thru Dublin, where there is a big traffic
jam. We need to get across the street, so Robby shows me a trick where
he rides the bike up the side of a building, flipping him into the air
to land on the other side.
We are having guests over. So someone dismantled my bed and put a
sleeping bag inside the frame for me. The guests will apparently get the
rest of my bed in another room. My dream self thinks this is extremely
illogical!
I'm on the roof of a tall skyscraper with a small boy. There are toys
everywhere. One toy falls off the roof, and the boy says he will fetch
it, and jumps off. I remember I can fly, and leap off to get the boy.
Michael bought me some pretty dishes with lovely patterns on them. A
teapot, a plate and a heart shaped covered dish with an owl handle.
I'm picking up hundreds of little toys off the street: lego, plastic animals, tiny cars, marbles, etc.
Two grandchildren are playing with an immense prehistoric insect, as if it were a pet. I'm taking a photo, while Ringo drums in the background.
Riding on an extremely large spotted galloping horse.
I'm on a spaceship, rolling out dough for pasta. I'm using a rocking
chair to help with the back and forth movement. I hope the aliens like
pasta!
We are driving down a road, when it suddenly ends, and becomes a bumpy dirt road through broken cars and tractors and junk.
I'm having tea and chocolate chip cookies with an old deceased friend of
mine. As we chat, I'm embroidering an image of a paper clip.
I'm in a sack race, in the midst of flames and fire.
My husband Michael and I have gone to that small island from a previous
dream (day 16). There was another tiny island far away, with a mazey
path through the water. We saw some bicycles for rent, and I thought it
would be fun to cycle there. But Michael didn't want to.
My brother is sleeping with an umbrella
I'm a cross stitch. I use a seam ripper on myself to make myself slimmer.
My Mom and I are getting ready to go shopping. She wants to put on a
little bit of lipstick first. The lipstick turns into a snake, but she
doesn't seem to notice.
I'm inside a rosebush, drawing in my sketchbook. Very careful not to move too much to avoid the thorns.
I'm at a picnic or outing, wearing a mismatched hoodie and sweatpants
with a tutu and a frilly purse. There are parents in the sky with their
children, making patterns. I wondered how they stayed up there. I looked
for my camera, but I had left it in my other purse.
My laundry line had disappeared, but I found some birds to help. They grab the laundry and fly in circles.
We were in a house that had a giant gaping hole on the main floor. Heino
(the singer), my brother Pete, and I have to swing across and leap off
to get to the other side.
I wanted to show my grandson Dooley my animation studio. To get there,
you had to climb onto the wall handrail and pull yourself into a hole in
the ceiling. Dooley got up real quick and was saying "come on! hurry,
come see.."
My daughter Michelle, her dog Luke, myself and some other young lady
were traveling through mountains. The young lady had been carrying a lot
of large packages belonging to Michelle. Michelle was annoyed because
now she had to carry all those packages back thru the mountains to her
house.
I'm holding the hand of a small child (grandchild? Dooley? Didn't see
the face) We are walking around Dublin enjoying the sights. I am very
happy.
It's Christmas. My family: Michael, Robby, Rebecca and I are inside a
huge tent. We are exchanging presents: paper origami and pop-up cards we
made ourselves. Rebecca is speaking Dutch, which I find surprising,
because I thought only Robby and I know the language.
Last night's dream seemed to be themed purple. I was examining a sparkly purple rock. And there were giant purple grapes.
There was an old barn. Inside were wire sculptures by my Opa: Johannes Hoefnagels 4th. (my Father's Father) I was very interested in viewing them!
I talked a shy friend into going to a party with me. When we got there,
he joined in the fun, but I was struck with social anxiety and sat by
myself in the corner.
My dress is inside-out, and I am walking on a path with topiaries on both sides. There is a gargoylish statue on top of each one.
I'm in the house in my dreams. There is a recurring theme where I need
to get to another room by having to squeeze through awkward spaces to go
there. In last night's dream, I want to get a dress in my wardrobe, and
have to crawl through a cupboard with shelves and bars to get in.
I'm making gin tonics, and have to run to the glasses at the end of a
long wall to pour the gin in. There are giant piles of rubble and trash
everywhere.
My deceased Father and I are attending an environmental march. He is wearing a lovely t-shirt with earthly plant and creature designs. Odd thing is, today is my Father's birthday.
We are all paper cut-outs, and we're being dropped into a bubbling
stream. Some of us have saved ourselves by landing on a piece of
driftwood.
