Last night I dreamed that I was at a convention akin to DragonCon. It was in a huge resort area (many several-story buildings) surrounded by desert. We parked in the sand and were getting in line for the big celebration that started off the convention.
I had left my bag in the car and I went back and noticed that a lot of people weren't locking their doors, and there were a few guys who were checking to see if there were any cars they could steal from. I began opening everyone's doors and locking them, and then I grabbed my purse from our car and wanted to put it somewhere safe.
I also had a dryer with me (?!) and wanted to get rid of it at the convention. It was in a storage cube and I printed out a sign and posted it with the sale price and a time to meet me at the dryer so I could hand it over. I hid my purse in it because I was afraid of purse-snatchers in line.
Meanwhile, my friends were waiting in line and saving my place. The sun was hot overhead, and there was hardly any breeze. I told them to wait in their spaces and not worry about me, I'd just line up at the back (it was already out the door and a mile long).
So I went back to the dryer and someone had opened it. My bag was on the floor. I grabbed it and rifled through it looking for my phone.
I couldn't find it.
I knew I'd turned on the "Find My Phone" App so I could track it that way but the callousness of someone just taking my phone with all my photos and videos of Stu broke my heart and I sat there sobbing, sifting through everything, hoping that it would all be there somehow.
And then my wallet popped out. And then my other phone. And then the iPhone. Whoever had taken it out had not taken a single thing.
I dried my eyes and realized I'd missed the opening ceremony for the convention, but it didn't matter because I had my phone with the last picture of Stu on it and that was enough.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Bunnies and Hamsters and Danger, Oh My!
Two dreams from over the weekend/this week:
Dream #1:
I was in the mountains at a ski resort, on a rescue mission.
We were rescuing a charcoal grey rabbit.
My team and I infiltrated the ski resort and I spotted the bunny attempting to meet us while avoiding the authorities.
Once the authorities caught on, however, we were forced to bolt. I grabbed the bunny and we swung from the wooden pallets that turned into mountains that turned into sky and then we were falling into a train curving around a mountain and we were safe.
Mr. Bun-bun had been rescued.
Dream #2:
I dreamed I was on a boat (not a speedboat, but one size bigger, the kind that's like a cruise ship for a lake) in the middle of the night on a large, black lake.
I was below decks, watching a betting game. I was about to purchase some metal for something (I don't know what they were parts for) and I realized I needed to switch funds from savings to checking. I tried using my phone, a desktop, a laptop, and an ATM and nothing would let me log on and see my information, so finally I was told to go find a bit of machinery that would help (possibly a wireless router), but it was hidden.
In a hamster cage.
So I popped open the console while the wind was whipping through my hair, and there was the hamster, fat and happy, asleep and smiling while smushing up against the glass.
...Not sure where these are coming from. I know why I was worried about money, but everything else is pretty random.
Except now I want a charcoal grey bunny.
Dream #1:
I was in the mountains at a ski resort, on a rescue mission.
We were rescuing a charcoal grey rabbit.
My team and I infiltrated the ski resort and I spotted the bunny attempting to meet us while avoiding the authorities.
Once the authorities caught on, however, we were forced to bolt. I grabbed the bunny and we swung from the wooden pallets that turned into mountains that turned into sky and then we were falling into a train curving around a mountain and we were safe.
Mr. Bun-bun had been rescued.
Dream #2:
I dreamed I was on a boat (not a speedboat, but one size bigger, the kind that's like a cruise ship for a lake) in the middle of the night on a large, black lake.
I was below decks, watching a betting game. I was about to purchase some metal for something (I don't know what they were parts for) and I realized I needed to switch funds from savings to checking. I tried using my phone, a desktop, a laptop, and an ATM and nothing would let me log on and see my information, so finally I was told to go find a bit of machinery that would help (possibly a wireless router), but it was hidden.
In a hamster cage.
So I popped open the console while the wind was whipping through my hair, and there was the hamster, fat and happy, asleep and smiling while smushing up against the glass.
...Not sure where these are coming from. I know why I was worried about money, but everything else is pretty random.
Except now I want a charcoal grey bunny.
Friday, August 8, 2014
It Has Been A While
I haven't written personal things online in a while. I have several things I want to write about but life keeps intruding and I am still adjusting to a full-time job, a part-time job, being on medication, and living alone. But I've got two dreams to share with you and some blog posts that will make an appearance over the weekend.
Both dreams occurred this week and I think they're highly symbolic, but I'm having a more difficult time interpreting them. Maybe you have some thoughts?
Dream #1:
I was back in the Village (trailer park I moved out of in February IRL), packing. I was moving out that day and my family were there, taking the things I packed out to the moving van. I went outside to dig up the little rosebush, in full bloom with bright red roses.
I turned it upside down in a vase to protect the flowers. Stu saw that and shook his head. "You know what to do," he said. I took it out, knowing he was right, and tried to scoop some dirt into a box already half full of magazines. He looked at it and said, "dig deeper".
So I thrust my hand into the box and pushed aside the magazines and papers, scooping more dirt into the box so the rosebush would have enough dirt to survive the journey.
LATER:
I was in a hospital, wandering the halls. I went back to my room, where my body was lying on its side. It was clothed in jeans and a black tee. My mom could see me, as could the staff. They were telling me about my body, which had been stabbed.
"It wants to live," they said. "It was a long time recovering, but your body fought to survive."
Dream #2:
I was wandering a gallery/antique mall with my family in North Carolina that we had visited on a past trip. I went to my favorite gallery but discovered it was being renovated for another artist. I took down the new things (more kitsch and country than the European art I had loved before) to find my favorite, a painting of a smiling, dark-haired Duchess (IRL the painting is at El Prado in Madrid).
When the gallery/antique mall owners saw that I was trying to find a way to display my favorite while putting the kitsch and country art back up, I thought I would get in trouble, but instead they put me to work on an art installation that someone else had not completed.
LATER:
I dreamed my family and I were at a house similar to the one I spent part of my senior year of highschool in - a barn-like structure in South Carolina. I dreamed my mother was in a bedroom giving birth to my youngest brother.
When he was born, we wrapped him up but he wanted to move and he kept growing faster and faster. Soon he was old enough to start walking and I followed him around trying to get him to stay out of trouble. There were swarms of wasps racing through the porch, there were farm animals that he wanted to play with that could hurt him, and there were big farm machines that he wanted to climb into and operate.
I spent hours trying to get him to understand that there were so many dangerous things he was not allowed to interact with and he just happily kept escaping and getting into mischief. I had just convinced him that I would take him on a ride on the big tractor when I noticed he had disappeared under the house.
My grandpa was there but that didn't stop me from yelling, "F*@#$%K!!!"
Grandpa merely laughed at me, and dismissed my apology. I, meanwhile, was busy crawling under the house attempting to save my brother from certain disaster.
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...I think I'm beginning to see some things in the first dream and the first part of the second dream, but I don't really know what to do with the information. Anybody?
Both dreams occurred this week and I think they're highly symbolic, but I'm having a more difficult time interpreting them. Maybe you have some thoughts?
Dream #1:
I was back in the Village (trailer park I moved out of in February IRL), packing. I was moving out that day and my family were there, taking the things I packed out to the moving van. I went outside to dig up the little rosebush, in full bloom with bright red roses.
I turned it upside down in a vase to protect the flowers. Stu saw that and shook his head. "You know what to do," he said. I took it out, knowing he was right, and tried to scoop some dirt into a box already half full of magazines. He looked at it and said, "dig deeper".
So I thrust my hand into the box and pushed aside the magazines and papers, scooping more dirt into the box so the rosebush would have enough dirt to survive the journey.
LATER:
I was in a hospital, wandering the halls. I went back to my room, where my body was lying on its side. It was clothed in jeans and a black tee. My mom could see me, as could the staff. They were telling me about my body, which had been stabbed.
"It wants to live," they said. "It was a long time recovering, but your body fought to survive."
Dream #2:
I was wandering a gallery/antique mall with my family in North Carolina that we had visited on a past trip. I went to my favorite gallery but discovered it was being renovated for another artist. I took down the new things (more kitsch and country than the European art I had loved before) to find my favorite, a painting of a smiling, dark-haired Duchess (IRL the painting is at El Prado in Madrid).
When the gallery/antique mall owners saw that I was trying to find a way to display my favorite while putting the kitsch and country art back up, I thought I would get in trouble, but instead they put me to work on an art installation that someone else had not completed.
LATER:
I dreamed my family and I were at a house similar to the one I spent part of my senior year of highschool in - a barn-like structure in South Carolina. I dreamed my mother was in a bedroom giving birth to my youngest brother.
When he was born, we wrapped him up but he wanted to move and he kept growing faster and faster. Soon he was old enough to start walking and I followed him around trying to get him to stay out of trouble. There were swarms of wasps racing through the porch, there were farm animals that he wanted to play with that could hurt him, and there were big farm machines that he wanted to climb into and operate.
I spent hours trying to get him to understand that there were so many dangerous things he was not allowed to interact with and he just happily kept escaping and getting into mischief. I had just convinced him that I would take him on a ride on the big tractor when I noticed he had disappeared under the house.
My grandpa was there but that didn't stop me from yelling, "F*@#$%K!!!"
Grandpa merely laughed at me, and dismissed my apology. I, meanwhile, was busy crawling under the house attempting to save my brother from certain disaster.
---
...I think I'm beginning to see some things in the first dream and the first part of the second dream, but I don't really know what to do with the information. Anybody?
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