Category — Dreams

A couple weeks back, I had an amazing dream, it felt like it was full-on movie with multiple sequences, a cast, and so on.  I love to analyze my dreams, and this time when I woke up I just laughed out loud because this dream flooded into my memory sockets I couldn’t believe what I remembered.

Ok, so setting the scene – I’m in some industrial building  to attend a wedding for a friend…I’ve been in this building before.

I go into this large room for the reception and I see all the round tables.  I see a few tables with people sitting them, but they are mostly empty.  At the very front of the room is this long buffet table, and the sister of the bride Marie is at the table.  She’s all nervous, pacing about because she things her sister Jean (the bride) didn’t call someone about the food.  A little time goes by, and the Marie makes the announcement that it’s time to eat.  I get in the food line and as I approach the table, all i see are a few small plates of food, and a very long blue table cloth with nothing on it.  My eyes scan it from right to left…and it’s empty – not a thing on it.

NEXT SCENE

I’m leaving the wedding, and I’m trying to carry a bunch of stuff in my hand – boxes, papers and all I can think about getting some help.  “I just HAVTA find a way to carry all this stuff” I’m thinking.   I go outside and try to call my husband, but I can’t get a signal.   I go back inside, and I see a man pushing a little cart out of the elevator and I think “That’s EXACTLY what I need…!”  I jump in to the elevator, there’s a couple of people on it.  One is a short small woman standing in the corner.  I wonder aloud “Where do I find a cart like that” and the woman speaks to me these words of wisdom: “you can find whatever you like whenever you like, all you need to do it think it and it will appear.”

OF COURSE  I think… So I jump off the elevator and start looking around for a damn cart.  I’m looking all over – in a kids toy bin, in a used furniture area — all still in this industrial building.  I find nothing.

NEXT SCENE:

I’m in a school setting, there are classrooms around me.  I’m in the “office” area where the principal office is.  My friend Christine (who passed a few years back) is standing there. She’s got this ring of keys in her hand.  She’s talking to me … but not talking in words…and slides the keys over to me.   I take them, and immediately think that I’m supposed to  give them to the principal. (I’m sure she groaned at me here…) I slip them in my pocket and wait around in front of the principal’s office so I can give them back.  As I’m waiting, I think that just perhaps…these keys are meant for me.  As this thought rolls around, the principal comes out and says “Oh, Julie, I’ve been waiting for you.  Here take this, this is for you.  I’ve been meaning to give it to you.”

She hand me a very old, opened FedEx envelope.  Inside are a bunch of old rebate checks, from like 1999 and so on.  I’m wondering, what the heck am I supposed to do with these checks??  They are all old and not cash-able.  I feel frustrated.

NEXT SCENE:

I’m in a house, and I’m looking out the back kitchen window. I see a young girl and a puppy romping around, and they see me in the window and start running to the house.  I open the back door and the dog and girl come bounding in.  There’s lots of laughs and joy in the air.

The dream ends.

The Connections:

1.  Empty buffet table: I’m looking for other people to fill my table.  I need to be self-reliant to fill my “own” table.

2.  Carrying things, needing a cart:  I need to drop some of the things. The point isn’t to take everything with me and definitely not in a cart so I can lug all that stuff around.

3.  The woman in the elevator:  I need to rely on spirit to manifest what I want, not expect physical things to solve the problem.

4.  Keys:  I hold the keys for my life.  Never give them away – there is no authority figure in my life but me.

5.  Old checks:  Money owed to me isn’t going to solve any problems, the moeny in itself is not my “source”.  Spirit is my source, all else is a detail.

6.  Young Girl and Puppy:  More joy is needed in my life. Open the door and let it in.

What may be hard to understand in reading this is how it is relating to my life.  I’m in a transition place and have been living “in between” making a decision.

Whaddya think?  Did you make any connections in this dream  that I may have missed?  I’d love to hear it.

It was a typical night for me, waking up at the random hour of 3 am, mind turned on, wheels turning.  And all of a sudden I was receiving a poem… I’ve never been a poet nor have tried to intentionally write poems myself.  But it came fast and furious.  I got up and had to write it down.  I thought I’d share it here…

Ignition Happening

In reading the written word,
or the actions of another;
In a smile on the lips,
or the eyes of lover;
During a walk in the gentle rain,
or carousing on the shores of Maine;
In a fun little push of a swing,
or hearing a robin’s roost in the spring;

Lighting the flames of the soul
Come not when beckoned or called
but come inthe softness of the night
sitting in the moonlight;
allowing
yearning
desiring
appreciating all that is…
all that can… and will be.;

Upon fanning the flame
with a soft breath, a sweet kiss,
a loving hug, or a playful tug;
Never in the doing but in the being.

Being in kindness,
letting love flow,
from our hearts,
and through our fingertips;
through our touch,
or in giving;

And allowing the gentle flow of love
to rain down upon another
only to ignite the flame again..and again.

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Crazy….but cool.  Would love your thoughts…

So last week I spent the majority of my week at a Wyndham hotel in downtown Cleveland. It’s been awhile since I spent time there, last time I went I was in my early 20s on my first press tour.

Well, since then the downtown has changed a bit. It’s a bit deserted, which was too bad.  But what was wierd for me wasn’t the location, or the deserted downtown, it was my dreams at night. Strong dreams, the kind where I woke up wondering, what the heck did that mean.  So I’ll tell you a little about both.

First dream: Horses and Fast Cars — So my immediate family was there, and they gave me the most beautiful brown horse for my birthday.   I was excited, and I remember patting it, then jumping on its back and galloping down my old Loretta Road in Waltham (small circle behind my house).   Then I jumped off, and I was in a horse ring of sorts, the horse was galloping around. Then I jumped into a really fast sexy sports car, in the back seat, and the driver started fishtailing right out into the street, leaving the ring in the dust.  I remember yelling “hey hey slow down” and then I was back in the ring.   The brown horse was still there, but over by a smaller brown horse and he started kicking the small horse, and I remember getting upset.  Then some man jumped into the middle of picture, and asked to buy something from me.

Hmmm I looked up horse in a dream and I got some mixed answers.  Horses in a dream generally mean physical power and strength, and that would match because lately I have been feeling like I’m on this powerful energy stream taking me to good places.  But I didn’t get the last part – maybe I’m feeling like someone is trying to wreck it – or maybe I have subconscious efforts at play that are screwing things up.  Who knows.

Dream 2 – Britney Spears was in this one, even weirder. I don’t listen to her stuff, and try not to pay attention to that drama.  But anyway, she was a crack head in the dream – and she tried to stab me with her dirty needle. Yuck!  Again – another sort of “infected” type dream.  Even worse, was my husband Dave was in the dream.  I was walking by these two male energies (could not discern) and they started harassing me, and I was fighting back.  Dave jumped out and was trying to protect me and he got hurt- and ended up shrinking up like a rag doll in my hands.  That was the freakiest part, and Britney just looked on like “you’re an idiot”.

I just may be an idiot at times, I can handle that.  I’m human after all. But it would seem that I have some unsettling thoughts about my own stability and direction.  But maybe in that second dream it is saying that I’m entering a new ground where traditional influence – meaning those people I know – won’t be as large as it used to be, who knows.  I’ve been through enough transitions to know that things change, especially as you enter new areas in life.

I’m up for other interpretations.  Thanks!