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.