The Birdcages

I had a quick dream of being in one room with bird cages placed all around the front and right side walls. Individual people owned the birdcages and those people weren't in the room at the time. It was a lived in room, a happy room. A lady stepped in. She was a judge. She was going to judge the birdcages based on whomever's was decorated the best! It was sortof like the bike decorating contests they used to have. But none of them were decorated. Not sure anyone knew about the contest. I'm not sure there ever was a contest, it was more like a surprise inspection. I asked her if she saw the one on the far left in the front wall in front of the door with the sunny window in it. She said she hadn't but walked back over to see it. I thought for sure she'd say she'd found a winner now because that was my birdcage and I had decorated it just a little. It had a doll in it. Porcelin maybe and something frilly and yellow. I didn't decorate it because there was a competition, I decorated it just because I like to decorate rooms, even little bird's rooms. But she went back and looked every single one of them over again. She was dissapointed that no one really had anything super fancy going on. I'm not sure she was going to pick a winner. Not even mine.

The Flood

I call this dream the flood although it was really about a storm but I came out of it with the word flood in my head. I dreamed a storm created a flooding so badly that only one man remained on an island clinging to the rocks. There were tidal waves and water splashing and crashing all over the place, flooding the streets and cities and towns. I knew he couldn't survive and eventually he too would die. It felt like it was here in Massachusetts, perhaps the Cape Cod. A place with islands. I was shocked that could happen here but it did. In the morning I woke up and the news said that Hurricane Earl would go after the Cape if it kept going the way it was going.
I am not sure if this dream was due to all the news stories of Hurricane Earl of maybe it's an emotion upset ready to happen. Water is emotion. If that's the case then I better get myself locked up in a looney bin with padded walls because no one survived this storm.

The Exorcisms

Whew, last night was puuuuurty scary. Maybe it's due to seeing the trailer for 'The Last Exorcism' or maybe due to the fact that my hormones seem to be teaming up for a battle, but I dreamed of being in a house with someone else who was performing some exorcisms. I'm pretty sure it was the house that was possessed and not a person. We walked from room to room. I stayed behind, one room back from the room the hardcore exorcism was taking place as I purged out the outlying demons from the adjacent rooms. I could see the demons in the form of billowing cartoonlike smoke, a shade of blue, grey and black, filling up the room and pushing it's face up against the window. I stood there and ordered 'no evil spirits will stay in this house, in the name of God you must leave as God lives here and only God will remain here.' I just made sentences up as I went along, continuously fighting to move the demons out. I could hear the man in the next room battling the main demon. I was pretty exausted by the time I was through. Not sure I really 'was' through. Not sure I ever got them out.

Zombies

I dreamed of zombies Saturday night. They all had some green slime on them and if they touched you and you contracted the green slime you would become a zombie too. I saw people I worked with walk by while I was hiding in a back room.
I think I dreamed it because someone was sick at work last week and I was afraid I'd catch it.
It was cool though, I never really had a zombie dream before.

Willie Nelson

I dreamed of getting on a bus with a bunch of people and heading to the concert stadium where Willie would be performing. It was early in the day and I sensed I was working with this group. When we arrived I was approaching Willie who was sitting at a little round table all by himself. He motioned for me to sit with him and I did. We talked for quite some time. This is the second dream of sitting and chatting with Willie prior to one of his performances. He leaned over the table and kissed me and then I reminded him that he had a loving wife. I don't think he cared, I think he was going to mess around at every concert anyway. In real life, I just don't think that's the case, I know Willie is a devoted guy--well nowadays he is. "To All The Girls I Loved Before" will surely paint a different colored past. Sometimes kissing is representative of words. Maybe I dreamed this because in my mind I know if I talk to Willie we will have one thing in common, a friend, Joe Clem. Joe Clem is a 35 year old viola player. He is one of Ray Price's players; or was. He died August 5. Joe was amazing. He befriended me and invited me to see Ray, Willie and Billy Bob a year ago. It was last August. See, Willie was originally a Cherokee Cowboy with Ray Price, they go back a long way. Now Joe was a Cherokee Cowboy, a great viola player who played like the old timers. Billy Bob and I compared notes on just how amazed we were at Joe, that at his age he could play like the original guys. Joe didn't grow up in our era, yet he embraced the music. He was special. Now he's gone.

So back to the dream. Willie and I talked. I told him how I forgot my pain killers and my makeup and not to mind me if I got nervous or if I looked weary after a few hours. We then decided to take a walk to the store, down a real nice shady quiet residential road; and when we went to the store Merle Haggard showed. Willie stepped out the back door on the steps and they chatted things up for a while. I shopped for a moment then I turned around to leave and Willie wasn't there. Did he walk back without me? I asked someone nearby, someone just outside the front door of the store if they happen to see Willie Nelson and if so which way did he go? So a lady pointed to a side street, there were 3 of them but she pointed to the one in the middle, and so there was Willie sitting and waitng for me, he and Merle.

We walked back to the show. I was worried he was going to be late for his set. He didn't seem to be too worried though.

Puppies

I dreamed I had 8 puppies. I adopted them. I bought a dual leash and realized I should have bought two of them. Then I could take 4 puppies out for a walk at a time.

The Scary Man and the Old Man in His Pajama's

I tossed and turned all night and when I finally did sleep I dreamed of the scary man. I sat by my bed in the dark in the middle of the night and the phone rang once. I had made a call earlier and I knew that was him calling back from the phone number I dialed. He wanted to let me know he was there, he wanted to scare me. I got up and looked out the window. I was uphill slightly, in a building, looking down across a parking lot at the apartment he was in. I saw him come out of the apartment and get into a black caddilac or lincoln continental, one of those old 70's style boxy cars. Those cars were quite classy in their time. He screeched the tires fishtailed as he left the parking lot. I knew whereever he was going, soon he'd come back to torture us. I woke the two other people up in my room and told them we had to sneak out. We needed to duck down as we passed the large picture window so he wouldn't see us exiting the building. I passed by a window adjacent to our apartment and he was about to kill an elderly man who he had pinned on the floor, holding the poor old man by his arm, getting ready to snap his neck or arm. The old man was wearing light blue pin striped pajamas. He looked at me, eye to eye, for just a moment with a look of fright. His face was crying 'help me' but I couldn't. I knew in just a second he'd be dead. So I ran asking the people behind me to stay low, keep quiet and run with me. They didn't seem to feel the urgency so I left without them. I ran criss crossed through a neighborhood thinking if the cops didn't catch this man I may be running for a long long time.

Mike Doughty

Last night I dreamed Mike Doughty sent me a video of me, him and my husband sitting on a couch. It was from some old show we went to see Mike at. In the video my husbands mouth was moving, he was talking, it was so surreal. I couldn't hear what he was saying. Anyway, in the dream I was watching this video on my Mom's computer. Mom was excited to watch it with me. My sister on the other hand was blah blah blah-ing about something-or-other on a chair behind us. I was trying to express how happy I was about this video and Mom was happy but my evil sister was so concerned about her own life, she wouldn't stop for a moment to acknowledge my happiness. So in the dream I turned around and yelled at my sister, somewhat phsycotically. I kept calling her selfish and jealous, selfish and jealous. Then I felt better.

Then I dreamed my husband had a work truck with some green colored stakes and some tools sticking out of the back of it. When he woke up he told me he dreamed of working.

Mrs. Foley and Mr. Brine

I recently contacted a friend on facebook, Jinny, so only days later I dreamed of her mother, Mrs. Foley. Mrs. Foley passed away many years ago and I had only seen her once or twice prior to that, otherwise it's been since I was 13 or 14 since I had really known her. I grew up with her daughter Jinny. Mrs. Foley was a single Mom. She raised Jinny, Michael and Jackie. She was very nice, a real doll, having the Father come to her house to pray and say a mass for the loss of her husband who died tragically. Sometimes things were trying for Mrs. Foley and later becomming a single mother myself, I know understand what she went through.
So in the dream first Mrs. Foley said Jinny wasn't doing well. She was worried about her. Then she went into something unrelated and said, "Don't let Jinny sell anything that belongs to her brother." Then I was led to the attic. I looked around hoping that she would show me what she meant. I saw a plastic see-through container of mens clothes. They must be Jinny's brothers. See, last I knew Jinny lived in one of the two or more family homes they owned growing up so there was a good chance Jinny's brother's belongings were in the attic.
I got the impression that Mrs. Foley had some sort of heirloom that perhaps belonged to her deceased husband, and it was in with her son's clothing. That's the feeling I got.

Then I was peeking around down in the livingroom of Jinny's house. She had a stack of papers on the dusty side table. They had been there for some time. There was one paper there that had something to do with a doctors visit. The rest were receipts or what-have-you's.

I emailed Jinny the next day to ask her if any of this sounded familiar. I left out the part about the dust.

After that dream I dreamed of a neighbor of Jinny's, Mr. Brine. He was the father of a friend I also played with, Kimberly. They lived 3 or 4 houses down from Jinny. In real life, whenever I went to Mr. Brine's house to call for Kimberly he'd grab hold of my hair and pretend to CHOP it off. I feared those imaginary scissors. He always had them ready. I always hoped he wasnt' home whenever I went there. His wife was a regular Mrs. Cleaver, always wearing an apron with her hair curled and cropped short against her head. she watched The Guiding Light daily right after she let us watch Mr. Rogers. Kimberly had short reddish brown hair and freckles. We always had fun at her house, she had fun toys like one of those plastic sheets that turned into a plastic house after you fit it over a card table, so everything was great but her Dad was so uptight. So anyway, I had a quick moment in a dream with the long deceased Mr. Brine. We were sitting at a round table in a public dining area. He was sitting to my right, it was just the two of us. I asked him how Kimberly was and he said, with his short crew cut and glasses, such a clean look "Kimberly is not doing well." I figured she probably was really doing well. I figured that his expectations were just plain too high.


Anyway, back to Jinny. I sent her a note and asked her if any of this dream of mine made sense. I'm waiting to hear back from her. I have no idea where Kim Brine lives or what she is doing right now but hopefully she's not still trying to live up to her deceased fathers expectations.

Myself

This morning I woke up to remember a vivid photograph of myself and someone else, two of us in a picture which was taken at Barack Obama's inauguration. There were a series of photos but I kept going back to the one of me and the girl, the closeup. I had a sore on my face, like a little pimple that turned into an open sore, right above my lip.
I was sitting at a poolside while doing this.

My husband

My husband, with his eyes barely open this morning, told me he dreamed that both he and i were being investigated for kidnapping and robbery. He felt completely insulted.

The Mike Doughty Dream

I haven't been able to remember any of my Mike dreams lately until last night. I dreamed I was at his house in NY. He lived right on the main drag with a lot of action going on right across from his house. Nevertheless I was relaxing on his hammock. The hammock swung high like a swing in a swingset, swinging as high as the bar. I was about 35 feet in the air wondering if this was per usual for a hammock. Being a dream I convinced myself it must be! Then I ended up in bed and told Mike he could come and hug me. He needed a hug. I held his hand and noticed he had a large thumb that had a mind of it's own and didn't want to be part of the hand holding experience.
So after hugging he invited me to eat dinner with him, he would cook. He asked me to pass him the 'bermuda onions.' On a cutting board was a bunch of pre peeled onions and all of them had a hue of purple in them so I had to smell them. The sweetest smelling onion would be the bermuda. After choosing the right one he told me good job and said I was 'getting it!'
Then his Dad passed by the room we were in. I was sort of hiding because I was naked and watched he and his Dad have a conversation. His Dad was in army garb. He was tall and looked a bit like Mike.
Then I remembered that Mike painted 5 dots of red in fingernail polish into the line between my breast and down toward my belly. The red dots were like the dots the people in India put on their foreheads, but in fingernail polish? Weird.
Anyway, in this dream began a friendship.

The Ship and the Speedboat

I'm sure this dream is heavily due to watching Whale Wars but I dreamed of a giant black ship in some powerful ocean water. My view was from the waterline, looking up. It was very scary because giant ships scare me anyway. They're so uber powerful. A lady was in a small speedboat in the ocean water and either heading toward the ship or leading the way for it. I think it was a twelve footer she was driving, zooming in and out of the waves alongside the ship. The problem was it was cold out there and the woman who was driving the speedboat had a baby on her lap. Yes, a baby. The baby didn't even have a sweater on. It didn't have a seatbelt either. It was totally at this woman's mercy, the woman most likely being the mother.
Yet she was flying around in the waves with cold salt water splashing on her face, and on the baby's face and on the poor little baby's bare chubby little arms. *sigh*

Wed Night/Thursday am--A Variety of Past Persons

I dreamed of my ex Michael last night. He looked rough but we had a quick fling. I can't believe I dreamed that because I never cheat on my husband, even in dreams I have self control. Mike was pretty smooth though, he was Rico Suave and so he got his way.
Then I dreamed of my old best friend Carla. Our friendship started in Kindergarten and ended when we were about 18 and she almost drove me into the guardrail on Storrow Drive. I have only dreamed of her twice or thrice in the past 30 years. She only represented fire as her hair was fiery red. She was in my dream when he fire happened in RI at the Nightclub. I'll have to tell that dream sometime. I dreamed of her on the anniversary of the RI Nightclub fire. But that was it.
Last night I dreamed she need me, an old friend. She needed a true old best friend. That's funny, I asked the same of her about 20 years ago and she didn't have the slightest interest. I wonder if my dream is true. I wonder if for some reason she needs me now.

Tuesday Evening, Wed am, Rankness

I had a million dreams but can only remember 2 small portions. One was of cleaning out all the deserts from my kitchen. I swooped them off the shelf, but in reality they are in my fridge mostly.
Then I dreamed I (excuse me for the following crassness) farted in work. A girl was nearby and said something. The next day, I went to work. I went to a meeting on healthcare. My stomach started to gurgle from the hot dogs they graced us with at lunch. I walked to the back of the room and as I turned to walk the few feet toward the double doors I farted. I never fart publically, I always make it to the ladies room. But i knew this was going to happen, after all I dreamed it.
I returned to the room shortly afterward though. I figured such is life.

The Co-Worker

I do this a lot. I dream about co-workers. It must creep them out or at least scare them. I dreamed I had a presentation due. John had his presentation ready and he was out the prior day yet I was in work the day prior and still didn't have my report ready. I was supposed to write something about my job and be able to summarize it and present it to the division and I absolutely could not come up with a slant on this report. I wasn't ready at all.
John no only had a report ready but it was high tech. It was presented in a thing that looked like one of those enclosed glass thingys churches put out on their lawn with the black removable letters. Except his was computerized. He kept pointing out one of the highlights in his report. He could do some sort of gift related entry in 7 seconds.

Mrs. Luke-- "Phonecall From Your Dad"

I dreamed I was with my my old neighbors; Mrs. Luke, a tall elegant woman with a short metro haircut and her daughter Debbie. The Lukes lived across the street from my family from 1965 to 1980. In the dream they were at my house for some reason- or somewhere like my house. My kitchen window at least cause that's where I first saw them, outside my kitchen window. It was a sunny beautiful day. So Mrs. Luke approaches me and said 'You have a phonecall from your Dad!" I'm thinkin my fathers dead. Who was this crackpot on the other end of her cell trying to pass themselves off as my Dad? Christ.
S'wanyway I went to have a chat with them and as I said something to Debbie my sister whose her best and oldest friend shows up and interrupts me and looks at me as if I'm not even talking and says 'Oh yeah' like she's listenin, and then she turns to Debbie and says, 'oh Debbie, blah blah blah blah blah..' and so it goes.
So I turn to Debbie afterward- when the tornado left, and her Mom was there, and I turn mostly to Debbie and I say 'myyyyy sister is as Ruuude as they everrrr can get. Bev has done this all my life, time and time again. She interrupts any and all conversations I am ever in and she doesn't act like a good sister and hasn't for a long time and blah blah blah'...and so it goes....
So Debbie looks at me and says "I agree".
Then Mrs. Luke, with her hand out to me and a cell phone in it says, "You have a call. It's from your Dad." I'm like, "my Dad is DEAD!"

This morning when I woke up and started telling my husband the dream I realized that my Dad is dead but so isn't Mrs. Luke. So then I start crying. They were happy tears though. My husband thought they were sad tears caused from not taking the call. He even says, "honey, he'll call back!" Of course that led me to laugh.
I said 'honey? Those were not tears of sadness, they were tears of gladness because I haven't seen my Dad in a dream in a long time. Well I didn't see him but you know what I mean. See him inside of a dream.

Mrs. Luke looked good too! I've had 3 dreams about her ever since Debbie gave me some of her belongings.

The Tiger

A-ha! I just saw a dog that looked like a Tiger on MSN news and remembered a dream I had last night of a tiger. He was trying to communicate with me, trying to make it's prescence known.
I dreamed twice before in my life of a Tiger. He appeared once in an underpass on the highway in another country. He curled up with me for a nap. Another time he appeared at a gate in an ancient land, in another time. I had traveled there in a vehicle in the air, down a path that was lit by God's light. I was dropped off at a gate which was surrounded by reeds and ancient ruins. The gate entered a circular tented area. I went through the gate as did my husband into this area and then the tiger sqeezed through the bars and joined us. Looking back out on the land behind us it was suddenly green pastures, with a cow grazing there.

Isaac A.

I do genealogy and it says on the Ellis Island records my ggrandfather Kasimierz traveled from Vilna Poland to live with his uncle L. Miller on Salem Street in Boston. He would later call for his wife and children. Salem Street was predominantly Jewish in 1905. But knowing about this Mueller/Miller would tell me something about my gg's mother Anna Mueller back in Poland pre 1900.
I have searched and searched for more info for this particular L. Miller in Boston. Then I found out that a guy I used to work with, Paul Solano, was also related to a Miller who came from Vilna to Boston. But his name was Isaac. I had a sneaking suspicion that my relative was also Isaac and the L may have looked like an I on the Ellis Island records.
So early this morning I was awoke by my cat right smack in the middle of a dream. It was of a round older man, slightly balded, standing in a kitchen pantry drying dishes or something, and he told me his name was
Isaac Alexander.

What a trip!

About 2 Weeks Ago--

About three weeks ago I had a unnerving dream. I was in some couples home. I watched the wife call a contractor and get a price quote on work on the house. I had a feeling she was a spendthrift. It's not so bad to get a pricequote from a contractor but I had the feeling she did it without her husbands knowledge or without thinking about future bills. She was a spanish dark haired woman. She was a nice enough person.
Then I saw her husband. He was standing in the livingroom. I could hear the sound of someone sharpening the blade of a knife, one side, then the other. One side, then the other. I finally looked and that's just what he was doing. Sitting next to him on the white couch were the children. A preteen girl and a little boy.

Then I saw blood and it wasn't the kids, it was the wife. I knew she was dead.

The next day I checked the papers to find out if any such thing had happened and found the case of Cynthia Canon in Wolcott Connecticut. They have 2 kids. They were losing their house, but I don't know if she had construction done to it recently.
I often wonder why these men just don't divorce their wives instead of kill them. It seems so much easier.

June 3 WZLX and The Garbage Dump

The second dream of the night was around 4 am. I dreamed I was at a party the local rock station WZLX was hosting. They handed me a turkey sub, then they were scooping out a lump of some goulash they were cooking up in a big dirty looking barrell. It had shrimp, beans, and somesuch other garbage and the barrell didn't look very clean itself. I took the plate of food and hopped in a truck with my husband. I told him to drive down the highway and take the first ramp and we'll just dump it. He said it would be wrong to litter and I reminded him that the food was biodegradable, even moreso in the sun. I could talk him into buying ice in Alaska. So we looked down the highway and took the second exit. I didn't want to dump the garbage on that ramp, maybe we were driving too fast.
SO we ended up in this neighborhood. We went down a sideroad and dumped the trash. Suddenly we had more crap to unload and we were in someone's yard. I was afraid we'd be caught. Then another junkyard. A neat one that was closed for the day and there was an empty desk there, I knew someone worked there in the daytime. We unloaded some boxes. Then we made one last stop. It was in some guys livingroom. He happened to have a dresser in his livingroom and my husband took an old ripped cableknit light purple sweater and shoved it in this person's top drawer.
Then we left.

June 3 The Killer

I had plenty of sleep so I dreamed quite heavily. I remember quite well. The first dream of the evening was around 1 am. I was standing outside of a red brick condo building in the adjacent woods. I lived in the condo. There was a man in the woods, and I knew he had done something wrong. He was hiding and he looked quite discombobulated. I had a quick thought about running back into the condo and locking the door behind me but I didn't want to take the chance. It would be horrible if he chased me. The only other option was to act like his friend.
He was a youngish man, slender with dark wavy hair. He wasn't very tall and his face was slightly tanned. It was implied that I knew what he did, and I told him like a chum that he should really just throw that knife he had away into the woods. He looked around, I could tell he had already thought about doing that. I was going to tell him to bury the thing, but that would be too nice, afterall I was only faking to be his friend. I didn't want him to get away with whomever he just stabbed.

Dream 2 of June 2, 2010 Cat Stevens

I had a second dream. I was in a room, perhaps a gameshow was being filmed because there was an audience and a panel. They announced that sitting on the panel was Cat Stevens. He was young and skinny as he was in his album Tea for the Tillerman. My eyes widened and I yelled out 'Cat Stevens I can't believe you are here!!!' He came out from behind his table and came to me. I hugged his waist as if I were Mary Magdeleine hugging Jesus Christ. He was so kind to me. Wherever he was departing to, he took me with him. I shuffled through a drawer in a small dresser by the door where he stood waiting for me asking what color tank top I should wear. He told me to wear the pink one. I turned to him and asked him if he would teach me how to play like him. I think it seemed like an unreasonable task to him, as I was never going to be as great as him, but he agreed to do it.

The Car Dream 6/2

In the a.m. I dreamed I returned my car to the dealership. I just left it in their lot. I had to let someone know I left my Subaru Legacy in the lot. When I was leaving they called over to me to tell me my new truck was across the street, and there was a shiney silver shortbed truck. I remember thinking I didn't want another truck but maybe it was fuel efficient or something.
My mother was with me. In real life she is using a walker until her spine heals from osteoporosis. In the dream she was running toward my shiney new silver shortbed truck. I tried to grab her hand to aid her so she wouldn't fall and she refused. She was so happy to run toward that truck, splashing through puddles, crossing over the median and running through traffic.

My first dream ever

As far as i can remember my first dream was when I was 3 living in the Waltham Prospect Hill Veterans Project. I dreamed Batman and Robin were flying down into the playground to come and get me. It was vivid. I still remember it.