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.